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The Pilgrims' Progress

By: Eroscott



An erotic incest fantasy by Eroscott.

(Note: This is another long story, a novella rather than a short story.)

CHAPTER ONE

Tim Pilgrim was sitting by his bedroom window. His bedroom was on the second floor of the house, in the back. From his vantage point he could look directly down into the backyard . . . and directly down onto his mother, who was sunbathing in the nude.

Tim had the button and zipper to his jeans undone and pulled open. He also had his cock pulled out and was stroking it slowly. It wasn't an unusually long cock when it was fully erect, which it was now, at six and a half inches, but it was probably thicker than average. He had once read in a men's magazine that if you couldn't slip your erect penis into the cardboard tube of a toilet paper roll, then you probably could have a career in porn movies. Tim, of course, had to find out. What he found out was that the only way he could get his erection into one of those tubes was by lubing his cock really well then twisting and twisting the tube hard down onto it. So he figured that his cock was thicker than average.

Tim knew that masturbating while watching his mother sunbathing nude was kind of sick. Still, she was a very attractive woman and he was an average horny 18 year old, which meant he could just about get a hard-on from a breeze. 

Susan, his mother, stood five feet, five inches tall in her bare feet. She had a lean and toned body and very attractive tits. Tim didn't know her measurements, but he thought of her breasts as being about the size of three-quarters of a medium-sized grapefruit. Her areolas were about two inches in diameter, maybe a little more. Her nipples seemed to be about the diameter of the end of his little finger and, when erect, which they were now—his mother had just given herself a cooling spray of water from a bottle, making her nipples stand up immediately—seemed to be as long as half the distance from the last joint of his little finger to its tip.

Tim picked up the binoculars beside the chair he was sitting on while still stroking himself. He was sitting to one side of the window and back from it a little. He was pretty sure that his mother wouldn't be able to see him sitting here if she happened to look, not with the bright sunlight in her eyes. She might notice that his window was open, but that could easily be explained away.

Tim stopped stroking himself to hold the binoculars steady in both hands. He focused on his mother's tits first, as if to verify his estimates, then he scanned over her creamy, golden tanned body from head to toe, pausing for a while at the "v" of her spread legs to note that his mother seemed to shave or wax or whatever it was that women did to get their whole pubic area hairless. She was lying on a large beach towel, sideways to him, in the middle of the back yard, which was a very well manicured grass lawn.

Susan turned over onto her belly, completely unaware that her son was watching her from his bedroom window. Tim now scanned his mother's body again, from her head of very blonde hair—done in a short, spiky, but very becoming style—to her lean back, past her tiny waist, over the flair of her hips and firm buttocks, down over her shapely thighs and calves to her small, beautiful feet with their red painted toenails, same as her fingernails. 

Tim set the binoculars down and continued stroking himself. His cock had lost some of its hardness while he was scoping out his mom. Now he closed his eyes for a moment, imagining his mother's small, delicate hand with her long, well-manicured, red fingernails wrapping around his cock before slipping her mouth over it. That image got him fully hard again quickly. 

Tim wondered if his mother liked having her toes sucked, something his last girlfriend had taught him to do. Hell, more than that. Tim felt so horny right now he figured he could have gone down to the yard and licked his mother from the bottoms of her feet to her butt crack and on up to her shoulders. Then he would have turned her over and kissed her hard on the mouth, after which he would have liked to suck on her tits for a while before he moved on down to bury his face between her legs and lick her to orgasm before he fucked her hard and came in her pussy . . . hot sweaty skin and all!

It was going to take a while getting used to living with his mother, Tim guessed. He laughed at himself, looking down at his hand moving faster on his hard cock now after his little fantasy about licking and sucking and fucking his mother. 

Tim had only seen his mother—and his fraternal twin, Traci—for a couple of weeks a year since he was five. His mother and father, John Pilgrim, had a nasty divorce when Tim and Traci were only two years old. His father came from a wealthy and influential family and even though Susan was able to prove that John had been unfaithful to her on several occasions, he still was able to get the court to give him full custody of Tim. Then he left California and settled in Seattle. 

His mother had kept the Pilgrim name as many divorced women with children do. Besides, hers had been really sweet people who had doted over both of their grandchildren and who treated Susan like their own daughter.

However, as part of the court order, Tim's dad was supposed to allow Susan to have Tim for two weeks every summer as well as Thanksgiving on the odd years and Christmas on the even years. John was get Traci on the same terms. John ignored the court order until Tim was five years old. By that time, with the help of John's parents, who thought their son was acting very badly, Susan was able to get the authorities in Seattle to haul him into court and threaten him with fines and jail time for disobeying a valid child custody court order in California.

Now, Tim had been accepted at the California State University in River City, where his mother and sister still lived. Tim's grandparents, on both sides, since deceased, had set up a trust fund for both his sister's and his education. It was decided that Tim should live with his mother and sister while attending college. It would save money. The terms of the trust stated that any money left over after Tim and Traci earned their bachelors degrees would be split equally between them. Besides, having his own room, home-cooked meals, and the other amenities of living in his mother's established household was enticing . . . as was being around two very attractive women that he still had a hard time emotionally accepting as his mother and sister.

It was now late September, both Tim and Traci had started classes together, although their schedules were different. It was still hot, which was usual for River City in September, much different from the Seattle weather that Tim was used to. Still, the bonus was that he could sit up here and lust after his mother, a woman who loved him but had not raised him, more of a stranger to him than a mom.

So, with that rationalization firmly planted in his mind, Tim told himself to not feel guilty and enjoy the view. He began stroking his cock a little faster, thinking about how it would actually be to go down to the yard and have his mother allow him to lick and suck and fuck her. Yes, he knew it was an impossible fantasy, but it was working for him right now. He was beginning to get that feeling in his erect penis and loins that would eventually build up to an orgasm.

Tim was supposed to have been in a lab from two until four, but when he got to the lab there was a note saying that the teacher wouldn't be in today and the doors were locked. Tim had come straight home, only a twenty minute drive, and had gone upstairs to his bedroom to take a nap. He assumed his mother, a real estate agent, was off showing houses, or at the office doing paperwork. But there she was, lying naked as the day she was born, sunning herself in the back yard, and looking even more beautiful and sexy than Tim had thought she could.

Tim was so engrossed in spying on his mother and jerking off that he hadn't heard Traci come in the front door, up the stairs, and into his room. He had left his bedroom door half open so Traci, once she saw Tim sitting by the open window, staring intently down into the back yard and stroking his cock, silently sidled through the door and just as silently crept up to within four feet of him.

She knew what he was looking at. Her mother and she didn't like tan lines and sunbathed nude together fairly often . . . that is, before Tim showed up to live with them while going to college. That he was obviously sexually turned on by seeing their mother naked shocked her for a couple of seconds. But then she realized a couple of things. First, even though Susan was his mother, he had hardly spent any time with her and had no memory of her before he was five years old. Second, she had been thinking about her brother in exactly the same way he was now, obviously, thinking about their mother. She felt a twinge of jealousy.

Traci knew Tim was her brother, intellectually, but emotionally he still seemed like a very handsome stranger come to live with them and she was sexually attracted to him, even to the point of masturbating while fantasizing about fucking him. She wondered if Tim thought about her the same way. She hoped so. Traci figured this was just the result of being her father's child. According to Susan, John had been over-sexed. Not that Susan, herself, was frigid, far from it, but she believed a wedding vow to be faithful was something to be followed strictly, not to be considered as optional. 

Even though Traci knew she was a highly sexual girl, she had only had four lovers, but she masturbated nearly every day, sometimes, on weekends, if she didn't have anything going, she would get herself off two or three times a day. It wasn't as good as feeling a boy fucking her, feeling his body over her, kissing him, caressing his skin, feeling his hard cock thrusting in and out of her pussy, but is was a whole lot less complicated and absolutely safe from a pregnancy and disease point of view. Actually, the pregnancy part was now taken care of, as she was using the latest and, hopefully, best birth control she could get.

"Ahem!" Traci clear her throat.

"Jesus Christ!" Tim jumped up with the most shocked look on his face that Traci had ever seen. He had managed not to shout it out, but it had come out rather loudly. Traci covered her mouth with both of her hands to keep from laughing out loud.

Tim quickly looked out the window to see if their mother had heard him. All looked tranquil. He stepped back from the window and started to stuff his quickly evaporating erection back into his pants.

Traci stepped forward and grabbed Tim's cock before he could hide the evidence. Looking down she noticed that he had closely cropped pubic hair. She then tugged on her brother's cock, pulling him up close to her. She began stroking it hoping to get it up to its original hardness.

"Leching over Mom, eh?" She asked with a big grin on her face.

Tim wasn't sure what was going on . . . or quite what to do. His sister's hand, sliding up and down his dick felt really good. Was she teasing him, then going to tell Mom that he had been watching her and playing with himself.

"Can't say I blame you," Traci continued. "For a 38 year old woman she's pretty hot." Traci felt Tim's penis regaining some of its firmness. 

"I'm not going to rat you out Tim, if that's what you are wondering." 

Tim nodded. He took in a shaky breath. His sister's hand was beginning to feel really good on his cock. He couldn't believe it. He had sexual fantasies about his sister and had jerked off many times while doing so, now here she was, in the flesh, stroking his cock, which was nearly fully erect again.

"You can speak, can't you, Tim?" Traci's faded blue eyes gleamed mischievously at him.

"Uh. Uh. Yes, of course I can talk. I'm still getting over being surprised by you. And, well, Traci, what are you doing?" Tim looked down at his hard cock which Traci's hand was stroking more firmly. 

"Do you think I'm as attractive as Mom?" Traci asked instead of answering Tim's question.

"Jesus, Traci, you're gorgeous. Not like Mom. Different. But no less attractive." He was going to say more but his sister interrupted him.

"How long has Mom been out there," she nodded towards the open window.

"I'm not sure. I got here fifteen to twenty minutes ago and she was already there. Why?"

"We don't have much time then, but maybe enough. Keep an eye on her and tell me if she gets up or looks like she's ready to come in."

"What?" Tim asked. He was confused, but not for long, as he watched his sister drop to her knees and immediately slipped her mouth over his cock and begin sucking, bobbing her head up and down on it.

"Holy shit!" Tim exclaimed as his sister's mouth enveloped his dick. It felt so good. Her mouth felt silky smooth soft, as well as being wet and warm.

Tim was so shocked at what his sister was doing—without him even asking her to—that for a few seconds his brain was frozen. But that was just for a few seconds. As the reality that his hot twin sister was really giving him a blow job, his brain became so overloaded with excitement that he almost felt dizzy. 

Traci, with her mouth still working Tim's cock, used her eyes to indicate that he should be watching their mother in the back yard and not watching her sucking him off.

Tim saw that their mother was now on her right side with her legs scissored open and her left arm up over her head to maximize the sun exposure to the left side of her body and legs.

Traci took her mouth off her brother's cock, "She move yet?"

"She turned onto her right side just a few seconds ago."

Traci nodded then continued sucking her brother's cock. She thought it was a nice cock. It wasn't too long, but long enough, and it had a nice thickness to it. It was straight and angled up just a bit from Tim's body. And the glans, now fully engorged with blood, with its firm coronal ridge, was a well-shaped little helmet that wasn't so little. She wondered how it would feel fucking her. That thought thrilled her because she knew, now, that she would find out before too long.

"Ahh! Traci! God I'm going to come," Tim warned his sister in a hissing whisper. 

Watching his nude mother in the back yard, taking sneak peeks at his sister's lips stretched around his cock and sliding up and down on it, and the fact that it was his sister that was sucking his cock, brought Ted to the edge of orgasm very quickly.

Traci didn't slow down and Tim didn't worry about it. He had warned her and if he came in her mouth and she didn't like it—like his last girlfriend—that was on her. And then he was shooting his load into his sister's mouth. Spasm after spasm rocked his body. His eyes lost focus temporarily and his eyelids fluttered as he gasped and grunted trying to keep quiet in the midst of intense pleasure.

When he had finished coming in his sister's mouth and she had swallowed it, she all but jumped up off the floor. "Where's mom?" she asked urgently.

Tim, shook his head. Wow what an orgasm he thought to himself. He looked out the window. "She's sitting up . . . ."

Traci grabbed her brother by the ears and pulled him down for a quick, hard kiss, shoving her tongue deep into his surprised, open mouth.

"Let's go. We don't want her to know you were in the house. Come on!" She called over her shoulder as she was exiting his bedroom.

Tim was stuffing his wet and still mostly hard cock back into his jeans and zipping them up, trying not to catch his dick in the zipper as he followed his sister out the door, down the stairs, and out the front door, which Traci closed and locked quietly. 

"Get in your car and drive down to the park. I'll be right behind you in mine. And no squealing out, either."

"For you, my love, anything," Tim jested. But a part of his mind thought that maybe he wasn't jesting.

Traci just grinned and headed for her car, parked at the curb.

The local park was three blocks away. It was just one city block in size with a few picnic tables, each with its own standing charcoal grill, a basketball court, a tennis court, and several large shade trees. There was no one in the park when Tim and Traci arrived. They found a picnic table shaded by a large maple tree and sat on the table top next to each other.

"Traci," Tim began, then stopped.

"Yeah?" Traci prompted. She was wearing her long blonde hair in a ponytail and there was a sheen of perspiration on her forehead and upper lip.

Tim didn't answer for a few seconds. He just took in the beautiful view that was his sister's face. They definitely had similar facial features. Everyone who saw them together pegged them as brother and sister right away, but not always as twins. 

Since both of their parents had blonde hair and blue eyes, it wasn't any surprise that they both did too. The only difference was that Ted's eyes were like their mothers, a rather bright blue, and Traci's were like their father's, a faded blue that in certain light looked gray.

"Yeah?" Traci prompted again.

Tim took a quick look around then pulled Traci to him and planted a kiss firmly on her lips. She hesitated for only a second then open her mouth to him and the kiss became wet and passionate. When they broke the kiss they both took in a big breath.

"Wow! I liked that," Traci said.

"Yeah, me too. A lot. And I'd like to do it more with you . . . ."

" Okay," agreed Traci. "But not here. This park's too close to home. Someone could drive by that knows us, or Mom, and see us."

"Right," Tim nodded. "But listen, Traci, what you did back there at the house was fantastic! And I thought I was the only pervert in the family."

"You calling me a pervert?" Traci challenged her brother with a mock seriousness.

"I'm calling us both perverts. Come on Traci, how many sons do you know spy on their naked mothers and masturbate and how many sisters do you know that will almost instantly drop to their knees and give their brother a blow job?

"You mean besides us?" Traci laughed then hugged her brother and kissed him on the cheek.

"Listen Tim, I've had a big crush on you for a few years now. . . ."

"God, Traci!" Ted interrupted, "that's how I've felt about you too."

"And, to tell the truth," she went on, "I've had a crush on Dad too, like I guess you do on Mom, eh?"

Tim nodded, letting his sister continue.

"I thought I was a little sicko and I didn't tell anyone. Then, a couple of years ago I was in the public library and started doing research on incest. I came across a book called Sex and Reason by some judge, Richard somebody. I can't remember his name.

"Anyway, I found out that when siblings are not raised together, quite often there is a sexual attraction when they meet. It's called genetic sexual attraction. I did more research and it's a real condition. It can even include parents and children who have not known each other." 

"Yeah, but Traci, we've known each other for years," Tim objected.

"Known each other, of course, but not raised together. It seems that being raised together, even for kids who aren't brothers and sisters, produces a natural kind of sexual revulsion. How much time did we see each other each year? What, maybe three whole weeks? And that didn't start until we were nearly six years old. Hell, Tim," Traci continued, "I didn't even like you at first because you took Mom's attention away from me."

"Yeah, Traci, and what you didn't know, or Mom, was that when she was giving me all that attention I was, like, leave me alone, I want my daddy. But only in my mind. I never said that out loud. And don't you tell Mom I said that, either."

"I won't. I promise." Traci looked all around covertly, then leaned in for another sweet kiss.


The Pilgrims' Progress



"Okay," Tim said as their lips separated, "what's the game plan now."

"Well, we've been here long enough for Mom to have grabbed a bite to eat, taken a shower, gotten dressed and left for the office. It's Wednesday and she has to man the phones and any walk-ins until late on Wednesdays. Soooo," Traci grinned and raised her eyebrows up and down at her brother, "why don't we go home and fuck, because I really would like to fuck you brother dear. I've wanted to fuck you for a long time now."

"Say no more. Let's go." Tim was off the picnic table in a flash.

Ten minutes later, they were lying naked on Traci's double bed. Tim's cock was vein-bulging hard as Traci's finger tips gently stroked it up and down and circled around his cock head. Unlike her mother, Traci's fingernails were short and covered in a clear, shiny polish but no less well manicured. 

Tim was stroking, with equal gentleness, Traci's very wet pussy. They kissed deeply, then kissed some more. They caressed each other every place they could reach, while they kept kissing and kissing and kissing. When they would come up for air they would both be breathing heavily, their hearts pounding in their chests. They were both so sexually excited that their bodies were trembling. Not just from the normal sexual arousal of a young man and women kissing and caressing, but also from the fact that they, brother and sister, fraternal twins, were going to fuck each other.

"So, Traci, how long do we have before Mom gets back?" Tim asked, his voice husky with lust.

Traci twisted away from her brother to looked at her clock radio. Tim took the opportunity to closely observe her chest stretched up and away from him. His sister's tits were bigger that their mother's. Instead of being like three-quarters of a medium-sized grapefruit, Traci's were about the size a whole large grapefruit, or maybe even a small cantaloupe. Her breasts curved more sharply upward and were more pointed. The areolas were more cone-shaped giving her breasts a more pointed look. Her nipples were about the same size, though, as their mother's.

Traci started to answer, "It's . . . Ahhh!"

Tim had sucked one of her nipples and areola into his mouth and was tonguing and sucking on it firmly. He had her other nipple between the thumb and forefinger of his left hand and was pinching it gently.

"What were you saying," Tim lifted his mouth off his sister's tit to ask, then grinned at her.

"I'll give you an hour to stop that," Traci responded.

As Tim went back to sucking on his sister's tit, Traci continued. 

"It's 3:45 now and Mom has to stay until six. . . Oh, Tim, Mmm!" Traci pulled her brother's mouth firmly down onto her breast. Tim's mouth felt good on her tit, as did the firm and almost painful tweaking her other nipple was receiving.

"Ah, yessss," she hissed, then continued with what she had been saying. "If she leaves right away and doesn't have to see a client, then she'll be home by 6:30, but she'll call if has to see a client . . . Mmm! That feels so good, Tim." 

He lifted his mouth off of Traci's breast. "Great, we have plenty of time then." 

"You like my 'piggy snouts'?"

Tim lifted his head again with a bemused look on his face. "Piggy snouts?"

"Well," Traci shrugged and grinned. "Look at them, their shape. Don't you think . . . ."

"Traci, my dear beautiful sister, I think you have perfectly wonderful tits."

Traci lowered her eyes and would have blushed except that her brother and she were both totally naked and had been making out like crazy, getting ready to fuck until just a minute ago. "Thanks, Tim, that means a lot to me. I'm always kind of self conscious about them. I mean they are not, you know, all nicely rounded like Mom's, or other girls that I have seen."

"Sis, you have beautiful tits. I had a girlfriend with tits almost exactly like them, only smaller."

Traci kissed her brother sweetly. "Thanks again. Sooo, why don't you put a little suck-time on the right one now." She giggled as she pulled Tim's head down to her other breast where he began to lick lightly, then bite gently before he sucked the end of her lovely pointy "piggy snout" into his mouth.

"Oh, Tim!" Traci sighed. "That's good." She held her brother's head with both hands.

"Okay," she continued. "So here's what I was thinking. Why don't we fuck right now. Then we can take a shower, then come back here where you can lick my pussy and make me come that way, then we can fuck again. What do you think?" Traci said as she pressed her brother's head—and mouth—firmly against her breast.

"Mff!" was Tim's first response. Then, when Traci took her hand off the back of his head and he had lifted his mouth off her breast, he said: "I like it. I like it a lot. Especially the fucking now, licking you later then fucking you again part. . . . Oof!" He added as Traci punched him in the ribs.

"Smart ass," she said, but then leaned back in for an affectionate kiss.

Tim pulled away after a few seconds. "I've got to go into my room to get some condoms."

He started to get up, but Traci pulled him back down. "No you don't. I've got, possibly, the best IUD in me. So, unless you have a disease, we don't need any condoms." She smiled sweetly at him.

"Oo! I like that. And, no sis, I don't have any diseases. When I broke up with my girl friend, about two months before moving here, she told me that she had caught something from . . . well, from one of my friends. I was pretty sure she was just saying that to mess with my head. But I waited until I got enrolled, here, in school, and then, after another couple of weeks, I went to the clinic and got checked out. I've got a clean bill of health. 

"So, cool, no condoms!" Tim continued. "Like I said, I like that. I get to actually feel you inside. No latex barrier between me and the real you"

"I like that too," Traci said as she pulled her brother down on top of her. "It excites me."

With a lot of giggling and laughing and a small struggle to get positioned, along with some kissing, Tim ended up between his sisters legs. She had her arms under his arms and around his back. Tim's cock was lying firmly in her wet sexual cleft. He shifted his hips and Traci shifted hers until the head of his cock had slid right up to Traci's vaginal opening.

Traci's heart was beating hard in her chest. She inhaled deeply a couple of times, letting the air out slowly. Her pale blue eyes were wide open and staring directly into her brother's bright blue ones. She noticed that he also seemed to be breathing deeply.

"Slide your beautiful hard cock into me, brother," she said in a hoarse whisper, "and fuck me."

Tim nodded then shifted his hips and his cock slid into his sister's very wet, very tight, pussy.

They both gasped "Ahhh!" at the same time with the incredible feeling of it . . . and with the incredible knowledge that they were officially committing the act of incest.

Traci giggled. Tim chuckled.

"How does it feel, Traci," Tim asked as he fucked his sister with long, slow strokes.

"It feels wonderful." She answered. Nodding her head as if in assurance. "How does it feel to you?"

"Incredible," Tim answered. "God Traci, we're fucking. You and me. Brother and sister. Twins, no less. This is fucking fantastic!"

"Oh yes, Tim! You're so right. Fucking fantastic and fantastic fucking. I love it! I love it! I love it! Now fuck me harder. Fuck me harder brother and make me come."

"I'd be a fool not to," he said.

And so he did. And so they did. Their love-making became almost frantic. Traci met every thrust of her bother's with an equal thrust of her own, wanting to take him in as deep as she could, wanting to feel his thickness slipping in and out past her tight vaginal muscles, feeling his hard cock filling her again and again. They kissed. They bit each other on the neck and shoulders. They encouraged each other on with breathless whispers in each other's ears. They began sweating and panting.

And then . . . .

"Oh yes! Tim! Tim! I'm coming!" Traci shouted. She hugged her brother tightly, her fingers digging into the muscles of his back. Her hips slammed up against him, her body arched up and she was still except for the tremors that pulsed through her whole being.

Traci took in a large shuddering breath as her body relaxed under her brother's hot and sweaty body. Tim had stopped moving when he realized that Traci was in the middle of what was obviously a very strong orgasm.

After a several heartbeats, Traci began laughing. She pulled her bother's mouth down to hers for a long kiss. "Keep fucking me, Tim. God! That was a great orgasm. Fuck me, Tim. Fuck me. I want to feel you come inside me."

"You're amazing," Tim said. He was grinning ear-to-ear as he began to fuck his sister again. He had been close when Traci went off. The power of her orgasm pleased him; hoping, believing, that he was, in large part, responsible for it.

Now the tip of Traci's tongue was exploring his ear and she began whispering to him: "Come in my pussy, Tim. I want to feel you shoot your cum inside me, deep inside me. Fill me up with your cum," Traci implored her brother.

What could a brother do? He came. He came hard and long. He shouted out his pleasure, head and neck arched back, skin red, veins protruding, as his cock shot out his thick, hot semen in several wonderful body shaking spasms, and maybe a couple more lesser ones. 

And then Tim was done, the strong pleasure of his orgasm was fading away. He began laughing, too, as Traci had done, filled with the incredible joy of existence . . . and the sure knowledge that he was falling in love with his sister. He knew that he should be shocked, but he wasn't and he didn't care. He was happy. Those thoughts energized him as he held his body up off of his sister. He was covered with a sheen of sweat and he noticed that his sister was too.

Traci gently placed her hands on either side of Tim's head and looked him right in the eyes. She had a big grin on her face. Her eyes were gleaming with pleasure, amusement, mischievousness? She kissed him sweetly. He kissed her back, over and over again, ending it with one long, tongue twisting, passionate kiss.

He pulled his head back to look Traci in the eyes. "God, Traci, I love kissing you. It feels so good, so right."

"Yes, it does. It surely does," she answered, then pulled his head down to her for another sweet, loving kiss.

Tim rolled off his sister to lay beside her. He searched for her hand and found it. He squeezed it twice. Traci squeezed his in return. 

"Damn, Traci! That was a good fuck . . . a really good fuck."

Traci propped herself up on her side. She ran her hand over his sweaty chest. "Yeah. It really was, wasn't it. I think this could be the start of something very, very good."

"I second that motion," Tim answered. 

"You ready for a shower," Traci asked while she placed little kisses on and around her bother's lips.

"Sounds like a plan," Tim responded. He pulled his sister down for one more big kiss.

In the shower they took turns lathering and washing each other thoroughly, between hugs and kisses and giggles and chuckles. They got out of the shower and toweled off next to each other in front of a big mirror, checking each other out. When they left the bathroom they were both refreshed and ready for more hot sex.

As Traci was climbing onto the bed, Tim caressed her bottom with both of his hands. "Wait a sec', Traci," he said. She paused, on her hands and knees, and looked back at him over her shoulder.

Tim leaned forward and began to kiss his sister's buttocks. As he was kissing and caressing the baby-soft skin of her firm ass he asked: "Do you like sucking cock, Traci?"

By now, Traci had lowered her head and shoulders to the bed, leaving her ass high in the air. She was enjoying what her brother was doing. "Yeah, I like sucking cock," she answered.

"But do you like sucking cock in and of itself . . . for the act of having a hard cock in your mouth, in your hand, giving pleasure to your man . . . of the man you happen to be with at the moment?"

Traci gasped with her own pleasure. Tim was now kneeling on the floor and his hands had spread her butt cheeks. His nose was nudging her squeaky clean ass hole while his mouth was grazing her pussy lips. His tongue came out and gently began to probe the wetness that was beginning to form there. He felt the moist heat of her, partly from being fresh from the shower, partly from the heat of her body. He inhaled the scent of her, partly from the soap, but mostly of her freshly washed, clean-woman-sex scent. He loved it. His cock became fully erect again.

Traci moaned with pleasure, then answered. "Yes, Tim. I love sucking cock just for the sake of sucking cock. I told you I was a very sexual girl."

"That's good. Because, I like licking pussy just for the sake of licking pussy. No need to ask me. I relish it and do it almost automatically."

Tim pulled his face back from his sister's exposed ass and vagina. He gave her a gentle bite on her right ass cheek, then stood up. "So move on up and get on your back woman. I want to lick your pussy. I want to suck up your juices. I want to make you come. Then I want to fuck you some more and make you come again."

"Oh, Tim, I loved it when you talk like that," Traci said.

Traci positioned herself at the top of the bed, in the middle, leaning back on her pillows, and spread her legs wide for her brother.

Tim climb up next to her, on his hands and knees. He bent down to kiss his sister sweetly on the mouth, once, twice, three times. Their tongues touched, tasted, pressed against each other. Their lips sucked gently at each other's mouths. Then Tim moved down Traci's body, giving both nipples a little suction, some tongue and a gentle nibble. He kissed and nibbled down and across her belly. Finally he placed himself squarely between his sister's legs, lying on his stomach with his face just an inch away from her most sensitive flesh

Tim gently breathed hot, moist air over Traci's clitoris and labia.

"Ohhh, yessss," Traci sighed. Then she gasped loudly as her bother's tongue began to dredge between her labia from bottom to top, again and again. His tongue would flick her clit every so often, sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. He carefully worked two fingers into her vagina and began to finger-fuck her while he was licking her.

Traci knew that she was super wet. She never had a problem with getting wet and staying wet. But she was so turned on by what her brother was doing that she could have sworn her juices were leaking out of her pussy, down over her ass hole and soaking her bedspread. She watched her brother for several moments. It excited her to see his mouth working her pussy over. Then she lay her head back on the pillows and closed her eyes. She gave herself over to the pleasure that her brother's mouth, tongue, and fingers were giving her.

Tim's finger-fucked his sister's pussy diligently for several minute while his tongue did marvelous things to her clit. Then he sucked her clitoris into his mouth teasing it with his teeth before biting down on it firmly but carefully several times. And then it was all over. 

"Oh, God, Tim! I'm coming! I'm commmmminnnnggggg!" Traci screamed. Her hands clenched her bedspread so tightly her knuckles turned white. She pushed her pussy up hard against his mouth and fingers and held it there while the climax pulsed through her body. Then, it was too much. Her clitoris was too sensitive. She pushed his head, his mouth away from her pussy. And, for many, many beats of her heart, nothing but the warm, intense pleasurable glow of the orgasm was real. 

Then Traci was laughing. "Oh! My! God! I don't know if it's because you're a really good pussy-licker or if it's because you're my brother, or, or both, but that was great. Really, really great!" 

Traci reached down for her brother to pull him up so that she could hug him tightly against her body and kiss him repeatedly. She didn't mind that his lips and mouth tasted of her vaginal lubrication. She didn't mind at all.

Tim began giving his sister small kisses on her lips and all around her face. "Mmm! Traci," he mumbled between kisses, "fucking you and licking your pussy could become addictive. So far," he continued, "you've given me an excellent blow-job, even if it was hurried and under pressure, something a lot of girls wouldn't do on a, uh . . ." Tim was at a lost for words.

"How about a first date," Traci said as she put her hands on either side of her brother's face and brought his lips to hers to give him a long kiss.

"Yeah, first date," Tim answered a few seconds later as he raised his lips from his sister's. "A bj on a first date isn't something most girls would do. Then, when we fucked you seemed to have had a pretty good orgasm . . . ."

"And I did, thank you very much."

"And, now, me going down on you, you seemed to have an even better one. Are you always like that, or is it just me?" Tim gave his sister a peck on the lips and stared into her eyes, which now looked gray . . . and kind of dreamy.

"Oh, I'm like that a lot, but especially when I am really turned on. And you, dear brother, really turn me on."

"Why thank you, sweetums, I feel exactly the same way about you."

"Ow!" Tim yelped in surprise. Traci had slapped her brother's bare ass hard.

"Don't you ever call me 'sweetums' again, buster!"

"But sugarplum . . . OW!" Traci slapped him even harder this time.

"What, you mean no pet names for my pet?" Tim rolled off his sister and onto his back before she could slap him again. And he was laughing.

"Okay, Tim. You got me." Traci acknowledged. "But seriously, if we are going to keep this up, and Tim, I really do want us to continue to be lovers."

"Oh hell yes!" Tim responded.

"Then we are going to have to be careful around Mom. Not a word or a touch. Nothing that would give her a suspicion that we may be, uh, closer than brother and sister."

"But what if I manage to seduce Mom." Tim wiggled his eyebrows and grinned his biggest grin.

Traci gave her brother a look. "What makes you think you can, or are you just fucking with me again?"

No. I'm not fucking with you . . . but I hope to be in a little bit." Traci laughed at that. Tim went on. "Listen, you have the hots for Dad. You told me that. And you also told me that this genetic fucking thing . . . ."

"Genetic sexual attraction."

"Exactly," Tim continued. "I have it for you and Mom. You have it for me and Dad. Who knows, Mom might have it for me, even a little bit, you know."

Traci furrowed her brow. "Yeah, maybe. Let me think about it for a while. There's something . . . There's something that might help. Don't try anything right away, okay?"

"Two things." Tim said. "First, what is it that might help? And second, I wouldn't know how to begin to try and seduce Mom. As much as I'd like to, I'd probably start to say something and end up saying 'uh, bluh, uh, that is mmph. And then turn beet red. I have priors with girls that I really liked when I was in high school."

Traci was laughing out loud. She put her arm around her bother's neck and kiss him. "I love you, Tim, and more than just for the sex, too."

"Really?" Tim asked. "Because I kind of feel that way about you, too."

Traci smiled at her brother. "Okay," she continued, "I can't, won't tell you what it is that might help. Trust me on that one, please. And just be happy to fuck me whenever we can get Mom out of the house."

"Oh, without a doubt. I'm neither stupid nor crazy. Mom was just a side thought."

"All right," Traci gave her bother a lustful look. "Now on to present business." She got on her hands and knees then lowered her head to the bed. Her beautiful butt was sticking up high in the air and her beautiful breasts were hanging down and a bit forward. 




The Pilgrims' Progress



Traci looked straight into her brothers startling blue eyes. "I really like to fuck doggy style," she said in a sexy, little-girl's voice.

Oh baby, baby, baby! Tim exclaimed. "Just give me a bit, okay? His hand went to his crotch. "All this serious talk has put my dick to sleep."

Traci's eyes shifted down her brother's body and saw his limp dick, well not completely limp, but definitely not hard enough to be of any use to her immediately.

"Oh for crying out loud," she huffed. "I thought all young men kept a perpetual hard-on."

"Not true, my lo . . ., uh, sister dearest." Traci gave him a warning look. "It just seems that way sometimes."

"Here, let me help." Traci had turned around and took Tim's hand off his cock and replaced it with her own. She maneuvered herself between his legs then slowly and sensually slipped her lips over the head of his cock, which was not yet halfway hard. She didn't stop until her nose touch his abdomen. Traci slid her tongue out and licked her brother's balls. She pulled back and sensually moved her tongue around and around the glans then she forced Tim's cock all the way down her throat again, her nose pressing firmly into his stomach.

Traci gagged a little then pulled her head back until Tim's much stiffer cock was just in her mouth. She began bobbing her head up and down on her brother's wonderful sex tool, sucking on it lovingly. She slid her mouth halfway down Tim's cock, then back up, a half dozen times. It was fully hard now. Next, she slid her lips around just the head and twirled her tongue around it several times. 

Tim was groaning and moaning and grimacing in pleasure it felt so good.

Traci looked up at her brother. She pulled her mouth off his cock. While still looking at him with her pale blue eyes, which now looked killer sexy to Tim, she licked on and all around his cock head. Her tongue was thick with saliva. It felt so silky smooth, so incredibly good that Tim had to control himself to keep from coming.

"Enough!" he cried. "Enough!" His cock was as hard as it was going to get, as hard as it had ever been. "Any more and you'll make me come."

"Well, we don't want that, do we?" Traci said as she sat back on her heels. She still had her hand on his cock and was very slowly, very gently stroking it. "I mean, not now, in my mouth again. I want to feel you fill me up with this bad boy and feel you come inside me again.

"God, Traci!" Tim exclaimed, "Like you said earlier, 'I love it when you talk like that.'

"But Traci, I've got to ask. You deep-throated me. Do you do that often?"

"You weren't fully hard, so I was able to force your cock to bend down my throat. And I've done that a couple of times. But, if you're really hard, like now," she said as she squeezed his incredibly stiff stiffy, "well, I just can't get the angle straight enough to get it to go down. I've tried it a time or two and it just didn't work and it also hurts if I try to force it. But, besides that, Tim, your cock is too thick once it's fully hard. I don't think I could choke anything that thick down my throat, even if it wasn't hard.

"But enough talk, Tim. You're nice and hard now and I want you to shove your thick cock as deep as you can into my poor little pussy and punish it." 

Traci was giggling as she got into her ass-high position again, with her head on the bed, turned towards Tim. "Oh please, please, brother, won't you please fuck your helpless little sister with that beautiful cock of yours." She wiggled her ass back and forth and buried her face in the bedspread as she giggled some more. "Pleeeeeease," her muffled voice cried out. After which her body shook in laughter.

Tim shook his head and chuckled as he positioned himself behind his sister's upraised ass. He rubbed the head of his cock between her pussy lips, which were very wet.

Traci turned her head to the side again. "Oh yes, yes. Get your cock head nice and wet then shove it in me, Tim." She wasn't joking around any more.

Tim lined up with Traci's vaginal opening. She was very wet. The skin on the shaft of his dick was still wet with his sister's saliva. He held her hips in his hands and shoved his cock as deep as he could into his sister's pussy in one quick smooth motion. The tightness and wetness of her vagina felt amazingly good to him.

"Oh God, Tim! That feels incredible."

"Yeah, Traci, you're right, it feels incredible," Tim agreed.

"Fuck me, Tim! Fuck me! I want to feel that big cock pounding me."

Tim held on to Traci's hips and began to fuck her, picking up speed until he was fucking his sister fast and hard. There was the sound of Tim's hips slapping against his sister's ass cheeks, and the squelching sound of his cock hammering in and out of Traci's tight, but very wet sex hole, and his heavy breathing. 

And there were also the sounds that Traci was making; a repetition of "uh's" and oh's and "yeses" and "oh God's." Sometimes she would just squeal.

Tim was breathing heavily after a few minutes of fucking his sister hard. He slowed down, making long, deep, slow strokes, but not too slow.

"Oh yes, Tim," Traci cried out. "What you did was wonderful. What you're doing is wonderful."

Both brother and sister were beginning to sweat again. Traci had been holding still while Tim fucked her. Now she began to thrust her hips back as hard as her brother had been slamming his cock into her pussy.

Tim got his second wind and began fucking his sister hard and fast again. 

"Oh yes, Tim! That's it! That's it! Keep doing that. Don't stop. Fuck me! Fuck me!

Tim watched his cock flashing in and out of his sister's pussy. Saw how her lips were stretched around his thick cock. Saw how his cock was coated and shining with her vaginal lubrication. 

God! This is amazing, he thought. This is my sister! But I love it. She loves it. And it's so hot watching me fuck her tight little pussy like this.

Tim was very close to coming, but his sister beat him to it.

"Oh, Tim! Tim!" she cried out through clenched teeth. "I'm coming! I'm coming! I'm commming! And he felt her vaginal muscles spasm on his cock and that was all it took.

Tim grunted loudly as he shot his sticky hot load deep into his sister's pussy in several wonderfully gratifying spasms of his own. 

After a few moments, Tim pulled his still hard cock out of Traci's pussy. It came out with a wet, slurping sound. He rolled over onto his back next to his sister. She leisurely let her legs slide down until she was lying full out on her stomach. But then she levered herself up on her elbows and leaned over to look Tim right in the eyes.

"I think I love you." She stated boldly.

Tim grinned, "Sis, I know I love you."

"No not just the sex, silly. Although, that was good sex. Today we had good sex."

Tim pulled Traci down to kiss her very sweetly and affectionately. "No, silly, not just the sex. I love you, Traci. At first I thought this was just all about the sex. Being attracted to my hot sister. Being able to fuck you. But it's more than that. I'm attracted to you, and attracted strongly, but it's more than the sex. I look at you and my heart starts to beat harder. I think about you in my bed at night and sometimes I just think about holding you and hugging you and not even having sex with you. I love you, Traci. And I hope you love me . . .for more than the sex. And I don't know what we are going to do about that."

Tim noticed that Traci had tears in her eyes. She placed her head on his chest. "I love you, too, Tim. I feel the same way about you and I don't know what we are going to do about that either. But we'll figure something out." She raised her head and smiled at her brother. "But whatever we figure out, let's keep on fucking, okay?"

"We'd be fools not to," Tim said, then he kissed his sister again and hugged her body tightly to his.

"But how do you feel about Mom, really?" Traci was curious. "I mean, if you're attracted to me, your sister, and you're attracted to, uh, our mother, well, is it the same? Do you lie in bed at night and think about her the same way you do me?" Traci hurried on. "I'm not jealous, or anything, Tim. I'm just curious."

"No, it's not the same. I feel something totally different for you. Maybe it's the age difference. I mean, I can see us, you and me, together like . . . well, well, like husband and wife . . ."

"Really!" Traci interrupted.

"Well, yeah, Traci. I mean, I know that's completely crazy, but that's something that I have thought about, fantasized about."

"Oh Tim!, Traci kissed her brother, then kissed him again and again. "I don't think that's crazy. It's just something else we'll have to work on and figure out." 

Traci laid her face down on Tim's chest, just where her mouth could reached his left nipple. She licked it out of the side of her mouth, then got hold of it with her teeth and gently bit it. Tim sucked his breath in. Traci began caressing Tim's belly ever so gently and felt his stomach muscles jumping under her fingers, like his kisses on her stomach had done to her earlier. Her hand traveled down further to his groin. She began playing with his cock, not minding that it was wet and sticky from their love-making.

"I interrupted what you were saying, Tim. What was it?"

Tim took in another big breath. What his sister was doing to him was really turning him on. "Well, about Mom, and I hope you don't mind me saying this, but even though I can't see us as having a relationship like a husband and wife, I would still really like to fuck her, you know, not just a one time thing, but to be her lover, too. I mean, I know you probably don't . . . ."

Traci popped her head up and gave him a quick kiss. "No," she shook her head back and forth. "That doesn't bother me. I love Mom, too, and the thought of you and her fucking, having fun together, giving each other pleasure, well, I think that's kind of hot. In fact, I'd really like to watch you fuck her."

Tim grinned back at his sister with an equally huge grin. "Cool," he said, "then, maybe, we could have a threesome? You think?"

"Yeah," Traci responded, her eyes sparkling with merriment. "That's what I was thinking about. And that's something I think I just might be able to work out, like I said a little while ago. And no, I won't tell you what I have in mind" Traci changed gears. "Except for what I have in mind right now. Do you want to fuck me again?" 

Traci's hand was still on her brother's cock. Between her squeezing and stoking it, as well as her intermittent licking and nibbling of his nipple, along with the talk about a threesome with their mother, Tim's cock was fully erect again. 

"Because," Traci continued, "I feel like I'm stroking a steel bar covered with velvet." 

"Oh hell yes!" Tim responded enthusiastically. 

He rolled his sister onto her back and was between her legs so quickly that she was still holding on to his cock. So, she positioned it strategically, moved her hips up a bit, then removed her hand. Tim did the rest as he shove his whole length deep into his sister's still very wet and very willing pussy. They fucked liked animals and within a few minutes they came within seconds of each other, gasping, laughing, hugging, and kissing.

CHAPTER TWO

Susan and Traci were both wearing oversized T-shirts that came down to about mid-thigh, with panties underneath, their normal sleep wear. But they weren't sleeping. They were on the couch in the family room watching a "chic flick" on the big screen TV. They had snacked for dinner and were sipping wine. Susan allowed Traci, and Tim, to have a couple glasses of wine, or beer, if they were staying home for the night.

As to Tim, he had gone off with a couple of his friends to see the latest "aliens attacking the Earth" film. This was by design. Traci had told him to be gone tonight and not come back until late.

Susan had her legs pulled up under her, as did Traci, who was snuggled up next to her mother. Her glass of wine was on the end table next to her mother's glass and, from time-to-time she would reach across her mother's body to pick up her glass. Twice, while doing so, Traci managed to very lightly, very casually brush her arm over her mother's breasts. Her mother's only reaction was to shift her body slightly, but she didn't say anything.

Traci was sitting to her mother's left. She had her right arm under her mother's left arm and was holding hands with her. Their hands were resting on Susan's thigh. When Traci wasn't reaching for her glass, drinking from it, or setting it back down, she rested her head on her mother's shoulder.

"Mom," Traci said during a lull in the dialogue of the movie. "I think I need to talk to you."

Susan heard something in her daughter's voice and asked, with concern: "What about, baby?"

"There's this girl at school who, well, uh, well, she kind of likes me, you know?" Traci couldn't believe it but she was actually able to blush.

"When you say like," Susan was not fully focused, "what do you mean, exactly?"

"Well, she's, you know, a lesbian. I mean, uh, she's admitted it to me and she also told me that's she's, like, really hot for me."

"Well, I can understand that, sweetie. You're a very attractive young women. I imagine that a lot of, um, well, girls who like girls, not to mention all the boys who know you or who even just see you, would be really hot for you. So, what's the problem? I mean, uh, how do you feel about her?"

Susan, herself, was bi-sexual. She liked making love to women as well as men. There were two women in particular that she had sex with at least once or twice a month each for the last couple of years. One was a lesbian, but she had taken a job in another city. The other was bi' like herself, but she had gotten married and now they rarely found time to meet. But, of course, Susan knew that Traci didn't know her mother was bi-sexual.

Susan liked men too. As much as she liked licking pussy she liked sucking cock, too, including letting a man come in her mouth and swallowing his semen. And, of course, she liked having her pussy being filled and fucked by a hard cock, as well as the feeling of the man's body over, or under, her while they were fucking. 

Susan wasn't a prude by any means. Far from it. She liked sex just about anyway she could get it, as long as it wasn't intentionally painful, too rough, or purposefully degrading. But she wasn't about to marry again, or have a man live with her, at least not for the foreseeable future. She usually had a boyfriend that she had sex with at least a couple of times a week, but right now, she was going through a "dry" spell. Therefore, Susan didn't get all the sex that she could have, or would have, under different circumstances. But, all things considered, she got enough, including pleasuring herself when that was her only, or best, option. 

Susan was afraid for a moment that her lack of moral outrage over what Traci was telling her might seem suspicious to her daughter.

"Traci, I don't mean to be cavalier about this. I mean, really, you shouldn't have to put up with that sort of girl. Just tell her to leave you alone. That should solve your problem." 

There, that was better, Susan thought, like a regular straight mom should be . . . she hoped.

"Well, Mom, that's really not my problem."

"Oh? It isn't? Well what is your problem then, sweetie?"

"I was just wondering what it's like to kiss a girl?" Traci said innocently.

Susan's heart skipped a beat. "Hmm." She hesitated a second. "I'm sure I really can't help you with that one, Traci," she answered.

Susan's body stiffened as her daughter moved in close, her mouth but a fraction of an inch from her ear. 

"I think you can, Mom," she whispered, "because I saw you kissing another woman, only it wasn't her mouth that you were kissing."

"What? What are you talking about?" Susan suddenly felt a knot of tension in her stomach. 

"It was before Tim came to live with us. I came home early one day. Your car and another one was in the driveway, but the front door was locked. I thought that was strange. When I let myself in, I was going to call out for you, but I heard a strange noise, like a moan. I thought to myself, oh wow, Mom's getting laid. I crept upstairs and down the hall to your bedroom. The door was open. I peeked around the corner and there you were, kissing, or rather, licking another woman's pussy. Imagine my shock."

"Oh my God! Traci, I'm so sorry . . ." Susan began. All thought of the movie they had been watching was gone.

"For what, Mom?" 

"That, that, well, what you saw . . . that"

"Mom, I don't care if you're lesbian. I still love you."

"I'm not lesbian, Traci." Susan protested. "I'm, you know, bisexual. I do like men, too." Susan blushed as she realized what she had just admitted to her daughter.

"Okay, bi', les, it's all the same to me. I still love you, Mom. I do. Really I do." Traci squeezed her mother's hand and gave her a peck on the cheek.

"Okay. All right. So, why are we having this conversation? What was it that you wanted? Susan was starting to feel a little peeved.

"Mom, I want to know what it's like to kiss a woman!" Traci said as though exasperated.

Traci, who had already kissed a girl, three actually, on three different occasions and had made love with them, was trying to see if she could seduce her mother. After talking to Tim about him wanting to make love to their mother, Traci had spent some time thinking about it. How could she get her mother to want to or, at least, agree to fuck her son? 

Traci had actually caught her mother making love to two different women on two different occasions. After the first time, Traci had purposely come home at unusual times whenever she could. She also knew that her mother like men, too. That hadn't been hard to figure out. 

After pondering the mother-son-sex-problem long enough, Traci realized that if she could seduce her mother, then she could probably talk her into having sex with Tim. At first there was the "but she's my mother" factor. But, by thinking about it objectively and logically, Traci realized that what it all came down to was having sex with a sexy and attractive woman, mother or not. Traci was sure that she could handle that when it came down to it, if it came down to it. 

She really did think her mother was beautiful and sexy. And, after having sex with those other girls, liking how their loving had made her feel, and how pleased she had felt when she had made them come with her mouth, she was sure that it would be just as exciting with her mother. In fact, she was sure it would be even more exciting because it was her mother.

"You mean," Susan was shocked, "you mean, you want to kiss me?"

"Yes, Mom," Traci said softly. "I would feel safe kissing you. And, well, I know that you have kissed another woman and, so . . . so I think that you should be the first woman that I kiss. Please, Mom, please," she added, giving her mother a very soulful look.

"Oh, Traci, I don't know . . ." Susan was feeling confused. Her daughter really was a very attractive young woman. If Traci hadn't been her daughter, well then, hell yes she would be more than willing to kiss her . . . and more.

"It's because I'm your daughter, right?" Traci asked.

"Well, yeah. And I'm your mother. I mean, that's called incest, Traci."

"Yeah, I know, Mom. But I've thought about it a lot and . . . and, well, I've even fantasized about us making love."

"You've what?" Susan exclaimed, not believing her ears, but at the same time wondering just how explicit her daughter's fantasies had been. Did she imagine her mother going down on her and vice versa? Susan's heart was thudding hard in her chest and she could feel a vein throbbing in her neck.

"I've fantasized about you and me making love, Mom . . . making love completely."




The Pilgrims' Progress



Actually, Traci hadn't. She had thought about it in passing after her bisexual affairs, but she had never thought about it seriously until Tim told her that he would love to fuck their mother.

"You, you have?" Susan now knew the answer to her question. What she didn't know was if she should be disgusted or flattered. After a moment's reflection, however, she decided that she couldn't be disgusted. Her daughter was one beautiful and sexy young woman and, except for Traci being her daughter, Susan would have been extremely flattered at the revelation that she fantasized having sex with her.

But Susan was flustered. She didn't know exactly what to say to her daughter. She could just say no and we won't ever talk about it again. But then there was that part of her mind that, having had enjoyable sex with other women, was intrigued with her daughter's request for a kiss.

"But, Traci," Susan blurted out, "I can't kiss you. I mean, not like that . . . sexually. I'm your mother and I don't think of you that way!"

"Okay, so close your eyes, Susan," Traci said . . . ."

"Susan?" her mother questioned.

"Right now Susan you're not my mother. You're my friend Susan, okay? Pretend you're kissing someone else, one of your women lovers. Don't think about who you're kissing. Just do it and feel it. It'll be all right. Come on, Susan, please. Close your eyes."

Susan didn't know why she did as her daughter asked, but she closed her eyes. Her pulse was throbbing in her ears. Her heart was thudding hard against her breastbone.

Traci took her mother's face in her hands. "Keep your eyes closed, Susan. And don't think about what we are doing, just let yourself feel it, Okay?"

Susan, nodded her head, then gasped as she felt her daughter's soft lips on hers, felt the tip of her daughter's tongue run back and forth across her lips.

Susan, with butterflies in her stomach, opened her mouth a bit more and felt her daughter's tongue enter it. Susan allowed the tip of her tongue to touch the tip of Traci's. Then her daughter's tongue was all over inside Susan's mouth and all around her tongue. 

Traci held her mother's face between her hands and kissed her mother passionately. Susan was holding her breath. She felt lightheaded. Was this really happening? Was her daughter really kissing her, sexually, on the mouth. Her daughter's lips felt so good. Traci's tongue slid all around hers and teased her deliciously. Susan thought of one of her bi' lovers, put the image of kissing her into her mind. Then she sighed deeply and relaxed into the kiss. She began kissing her daughter back. Susan's tongue now tasted her daughter's sweet mouth. Her tongue touched and slid around her daughter's tongue. Susan sucked at Traci's mouth. She moaned. 

The image she had tried to erect of her lover failed. It was her daughter that she was kissing! But it felt so good. It tasted so good. She kept her eyes closed. She didn't want to see. She just wanted to feel. It was wrong, she knew. It was incest or it would lead . . . . Oh my God! Susan thought as she remembered what Traci had said about "making love completely." Would Traci really want to do more than just kiss? Surely not. That really would be incest. 

Due to various circumstances, partly because of Tim being here, but partly not, Susan hadn't make love to anyone, male or female, for over three months. Masturbation was okay, but it didn't' compare to a real live lover. She had noticed that she had been paying more attention to her son, who, in reality, was more like a stranger to her. But now, now, her daughter was kissing her. She was kissing her daughter. Heaven help me, Susan thought, this feels so good and I'm really getting turned on.

Susan gasped as Traci's hand reached under her T-shirt and began to carefully squeeze and caress her right breast. Susan didn't stop her. It excited her, perversely, the feeling of her breast being massaged by her daughter.

Traci's fingers began lightly stroking her mother's breast, then circling her nipple, then pinching it firmly between her thumb and forefinger and tugging on it at the same time.

Susan moaned with desire. Her arm went around Traci's neck. She pulled her daughter's mouth tighter against her own. She kissed her daughter more passionately. Susan and Traci kissed, then kissed again, and again, their mouths hungry for each other. Time seemed to have stopped momentarily. 

What am I doing? Susan thought, panicked. This can't be right. This is my daughter. But she made no attempt to stop herself or her daughter.

Susan gasped again as Traci quickly moved her hand down to rub her mother's pussy through the fabric of her satin panties.

"Oooh! Traci!" Susan finally pulled her mouth away from her daughters. "No. We can't do this."

"Why not?" 

"You're my daughter. I'm you're mother. This is incest!"

Traci's answer shocked Susan. "I don't care. You're an adult. I'm an adult. You're bi. I want to learn about making love to a woman." 

Her lie to her mother seemed inconsequential to Traci. If she could seduce her mother then, she thought, she might be able to further Tim's desire to have sex with her too. And then, maybe, just maybe, the three of them could have sex together. That thought really excited her. 

Traci also realized, now that she was making a play for her mom, that her mother was really one hot MILF. Now that she was into the seduction mode, Traci was absolutely sexually excited about the possibility of making love to her mother. Yes, it was incest. It was so taboo. And yet, it filled Traci with such lustful excitement that, at this moment, she wanted to sexually conquer her mother more than anything in the world. 

"Yes," Traci continued," you're my mother. I feel safe with you. I like sex. I think you like sex too. I think you're beautiful and sexy and just so damned hot! Teach me, Mom. Please teach me about making love to a woman."

When Traci had finished her little speech she locked lips with her mother and began to kiss her passionately. Her mother didn't pull back. Traci heard her moan deep in her throat. 

Susan suddenly pushed back at Traci's body, while still kissing her. She straightened her legs out and pulled her daughter down on top of her. Traci felt her mother's hands embrace her; felt them reach under her T-shirt and begin massaging her from her shoulders down her back then down some more, until they were squeezing and massaging her ass cheeks. All this time the two women continued to kiss, separating their lips for little gasps of breath, then coming back together. Pulling apart then taking turns sucking each other's tongue.

"Oh God! Traci! Are you sure, baby? Are you sure you want to do this? This is so wrong, baby. You know that, don't you?" But Susan was still giving her daughter little kisses on her lips and face while she said this.

"I don't think giving you pleasure or you giving me pleasure is wrong. What's the difference between me giving you a back massage, making you feel good, or me giving your pussy a tongue massage, also making you feel good?

Susan gasped when she heard her daughter say that.

"Is it wrong," Traci continued, "to want to give and receive pleasure from someone that you love, even if it is your mother, or even if it is your daughter? I mean, once we get pass the fact that you're my mother and I'm your daughter—if you can get past it, Mom, because I'm sure I can—then what do we have but two horny women who like sex, who like to fuck and who are getting really turned on and excited right now. 

Susan looked her daughter in the eyes. Traci held her breath. 

"It's just that I've never thought of you, well, sexually," Susan said. "I mean, you're my daughter and, well . . . ." Susan ran out of words.

Traci, whose hand was still caressing her mother's pussy, asked: "Mom, is your pussy wet? Are your nipples hard?" Traci didn't wait for an answer. "Your body is telling you to do this. If I keep rubbing on your pussy your panties are going to become totally soaked. And I don't think your nipples can get any harder. Actually, if I keep rubbing your pussy, you'll probably come right here on the couch."

Traci roughly pulled her mother's T-shirt up one-handed then leaned down to suck on one of her mother's erect nipples. 

Susan, rather than protest, sighed deeply and pressed one hand to the back of Traci's head. She allowed her daughter to continue to rub her pussy and suck on her nipple. Okay, she thought to herself, Traci really wants to do this. Yes, it's incest. Yes society would condemn what we are doing . . . but then, society doesn't have to know what we are doing. I love my daughter and I love sex and I really don't want her to stop. But can I really make love to my daughter? Can I really go down on her?

Susan tried to picture what it would be like to lick her daughter's pussy. She was bisexual after all. She liked making love to woman, and to have women make love to her. Traci was a woman, a beautiful, young women. The mechanics of licking her daughter's pussy would be the same . . . if she could allow herself to do it. 

Susan realized, then, that she could do it. Her daughter wanted to make love to her and, like an epiphany, Susan realized that Traci was right. They were just two horny women who liked sex. Could it really be wrong to give and receive pleasure with her daughter just because it was sexual pleasure? Why was that so wrong? 

Susan was now ready to teach her daughter about woman on woman love. And, she noted to herself wryly, making love to her daughter, having her as a lover, would be damned convenient, considering they lived in the same house. They would just have to be careful around Tim. Susan was sure, however, that they could work it out to their satisfaction . . . lots of satisfaction, she anticipated. 

Susan placed her hands on either side of her daughter's face and gently pulled her up to look her in the eyes. She took a shaky breath. "Traci, baby, I want to make love with you." There, she had said it. And she knew she meant it.

Traci gave her mother a big grin then wrapped both arms around her neck and gave her a hug and a big sloppy kiss. "Oh yeah, Mom! Oh hell yes! I love you and I want us to really, really enjoy this experience."

Susan could only laugh at Traci's enthusiasm, not realizing, or course, that her daughter had a hidden agenda, and that she was not a virgin when it came to making love to another woman.

Susan, still grinning, pushed Traci back, then swung her legs off the couch. She stood up and took her daughter's hand. "Come on, Traci, let's go to my bedroom where we'll be more comfortable." Hand-in-hand, the two women went upstairs and down the hallway to the master suite.

Once there, Susan and Traci pulled the comforter and top sheet down. They were standing on opposite sides of the big bed. Susan smiled reassuringly at her daughter. "Get undressed, honey," she said as she removed her own T-shirt, then slid her panties down and let them drop to the floor then stepped out of them.

Traci followed suite, then crawled onto the bed on her hands and knees heading for the center of it. She noticed a slight frown on her mother's face, and she hadn't gotten onto the bed yet.

"What's the matter, Mom?"

"Well I'm so used to it just being us two that I forgot about Tim living here now, too. Do you have any idea how late he will be? I mean, I wouldn't want him to come home and, maybe want to talk to me, or you, about something and . . . ."

"Not to worry, Mom," Traci interrupted. "Tim told me that he and his buddies were going to the late showing and that they were going to cruise around until it was time to get to the theater. I don't expect him home before twelve-thirty, maybe one o'clock."

Susan smiled. "Good, that gives us plenty of time to . . . uh, you know, for me to show you what it's like to make love to a woman."

Susan climbed onto the bed. Traci was already lying on her side near the middle of it. Susan slid in next to her daughter, facing her. She was trembling inside. She was terribly excited, and not a little shocked at herself that she was actually going to go through with this—making love to her daughter. She looked her daughter's naked body over and saw, objectively, how desirable a young woman she was.

Traci was feeling butterflies in her stomach, too. Being as sexual as she naturally was, she had, of course, noticed how beautiful and sexy her mother was. After Traci had experienced making love to another woman for the first time, quite pleasurably, she had looked at her mother and wondered what it would be like with her, knowing that she, too, was bisexual. However, she had never taken that though any further at the time.

Once Tim had admitted that he would like to fuck their mother, Traci's mind had gone into overdrive to come up with a plan to get her mother into bed then, somehow, convince her that she might as well have sex with her son, too.

Traci had come up with the plan that was working so well tonight and was quite please that it was. She, too, was shocked that she was actually going to be making love to her mother . . . shocked but totally excited and ready. Her pussy was already very wet.

"I want to kiss you, Traci," Susan said softly, sensually, her lips barely brushing her daughter's lips.

A shiver went through Traci's body as her mother took over the dominant position. She felt her mother's hand very gently caress her from her shoulder, down her side, past her waist and up onto her hip then back up. Susan used the tips of her fingers on the way down and the very tips of her long, red fingernails on the way back up. She brushed her lips over her daughter's cheek and past her jaw to her ear. Her tongue tip delicately probed the outer parts of Traci's ear, then Susan's teeth very gently bit on the top part of it. 

"I'm going to kiss your beautiful, sweet mouth, baby, then I'm going to kiss your beautiful, sweet pussy . . . and make you come with my mouth and my tongue. Do you want me to do that, baby?" Susan was in full acceptance mode now—making love to a beautiful young woman, who just happened to be her daughter. 

Traci nodded and was barely able to squeak out, "Yes, Mom, I want you to do that." Her whole side was chill-bumps from what her mother was doing to and saying into her ear. She was now so excited that she felt she could almost come if her mother would just touch her pussy.

Susan pushed her daughter onto her back. She hovered over her for a moment, looking deep into her eyes. She was committed to this. She was going to make love to her daughter. She took in a shaky breath then leaned down to kiss Traci. Their lips met. The tips of their tongues touched. They opened their mouths wider. Susan pressed down and they were locked into a long kiss.

They kissed several times, sucking at each other's lips and tongues, sucking in each other's saliva and loving it. Susan was leaning over Traci, propped up on her elbow. As she was kissing her, she began using her free hand to massaged her daughter's breasts, first one, then the other. She used her finger tips and finger nails to rake over them ever so lightly. Traci's already erect nipples were stimulated even more.

While still kissing her daughter, Susan pinched her right nipple hard and pulled on it. Traci gasped with that little bit of pain that is pleasure. Then Susan slowly moved her hand back and forth across her daughter's abdomen, stoking it lightly with her finger tips, hearing Traci sigh and suck in air as she felt her daughter's stomach muscles twitch under her gentle, sexual caress.

Finally, Susan's hand found its way to her daughter's pussy. She quickly slipped one finger between Traci's labia and felt how wet she was. At the same time, Susan pressed the heel of her hand firmly against Traci's clitoris and moved it back and forth. This elicited a groan of pleasure from her daughter.

With one final kiss, Susan pulled back from her daughter's mouth. She smiled dreamily, looking Traci right in the eyes, while she maneuvered herself up onto her hands and knees, then moved down her daughter's body and between her legs. Now she looked down at her desired target, Traci's totally hairless pussy. Susan pulled her finger from between her daughter's pussy lips, looked at the wetness on her finger, looked at Traci, then place her finger in her mouth and sucked on it.

Traci's heart was beating hard. This was a different type of woman-on-woman sex than she had experienced before. Then there had been a few drinks, some giddiness and giggling, then hard kissing, bodies writhing against each other, thighs firmly rubbing into each other's crotches and then, inevitably, moving into a sixty-nine position to lick each other's pussies simultaneously.

What was happening here, now, was a mature women making slow, delicious love to her without expecting her to do anything but accept it, feel it . . . for now. So Traci accepted it. She laid her head back and sighed as she felt her mother spread her pussy lips. She cried out quietly from time-to-time, as she felt her mother's tongue probe and explore every bit of her fully exposed pussy between her wide-spread legs. 

But then Traci just had to watch. She propped herself up on her elbows and her pale blue eyes locked directly onto her mother's startling blue ones. Fascinated, she watched as her mother licked and sucked on her pussy. It felt so damned good. She watched as her mother's her pink tongue flicked out to lap up her lubrication and touch her so softly here and there, making her body shiver in pleasure. And then, as her mother's mouth captured her clitoris and sucked on it hard, Traci's head arched back and she cried out with delight.

For the next few minutes Susan's mouth, tongue, and teeth sucked, licked, and nibbled up and down her daughter's sweet-smelling, sweet-tasting pussy. Traci had laid back down again as her mother's mouth continued to work her vagina over. Sometimes Traci's hips would twist and writhe, as the enjoyment her mother was giving her was greater than at other times. She would make little noises then, too. Sometimes Traci felt a need to press her pussy up against her mother's mouth, trying to get the most out of whatever it was her mother was doing to her at that time.

When Traci's orgasm came, it came suddenly. One second she was on a delightfully pleasant pre-orgasmic plateau, the next second beautiful, intense spasms of pleasure were coursing through her body. She arched up, her head, shoulders, and feet pressed hard into the mattress. She thrust her pussy up hard against her mother's mouth. Her own mouth was opened wide in a silent scream. And then she was sobbing and gasping as her body collapsed back onto the bed.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Mom, Mom!" Traci cried out. Her body was shaking from the intensity of the climax.

Traci reached out for her mother, who was now gently licking around and on her clitoris. Susan moved her body up over her daughter and embraced her. Traci greedily pulled her mother's mouth to hers and kissed her passionately, then kissed her several more times, sweetly. 

"Oh wow, Mom!" Traci finally said, "that was intense."

Susan's thigh was pressed firmly into her daughter's crotch. Traci was rubbing her wet pussy against her mother's leg. Her clitoris had lost much of its momentary super sensitivity and this felt soooo good. Traci hugged her mother tightly and kissed her again, this time more gently and with great affection. And then she was laughing.

"Woo! Mom, you did really, really good. That was fantastic."

Susan grinned at her enthusiastic daughter. "Well I'm flattered that you liked it so much."

"Liked it? That was heaven. I just hope that I can do as much for you."

Traci kissed her mother again then rolled them both over so that she was on top. Traci looked down at her mother and smiled, then she kissed and sucked on her mother's lips lightly, several times, their tongue tips barely touching. Traci placed little kisses all around her mother's face moving off, after a few seconds to her right ear.




The Pilgrims' Progress



"I love you, Mom," Traci whispered as she kissed and nibble around her mother's ear.

Traci's breath had given Susan chill bumps, then she moaned as her daughter gave her several firm bite down her neck.

Traci quickly shifted her position.

"Oo! Ah!" Susan exclaimed delightfully, as Traci captured one of her nipples in her mouth. 

Susan caressed her daughter's shoulders and neck and upper back. She closed her eyes and was enjoying the feelings that Traci's sucking mouth and nibbling teeth were giving her. Traci switched breasts, eliciting another moan of pleasure from her mother. Not just from her wonderful mouth doing wonderful things to her very sensitive nipples, but also from the fact that Traci's hand and fingers were now rubbing her pussy, massaging it, kneading it, but not yet dipping a finger between her very wet pussy lips. 

Traci lifted her mouth off her mother's breast. "I love you, Mom," she said again. Her eyes were full of lust. She reached up to kiss her mother on the mouth once more. She was so sexually excited to be making love to her mother that it almost felt like her body was vibrating.

Susan took her daughter's face in her hands looked her directly in the eyes. "I love you too, Traci," she whispered emotionally. Her throat was choked up and her eyes were moist from true love and affection. She realized that this women, her daughter, was a woman that she truly and completely loved and with whom she could truly and completely enjoy sex.

Traci grinned, then slid quickly between her mother's legs. In her previous bi-sexual encounters, she had never taken the time to really look and explore the pussy she had been licking. Now, she gazed, close up, at her mother's pussy, which was as naked and free of hair as her own . . . but then they both went to the same hair removal salon.

Traci gently pulled her mother's vaginal lips open, like her mother had done to her. She saw the beautiful, pale pink color, the vaginal lubrication, like little drops of dew. She saw her mother's hooded clitoris, her urethral opening, and the entrance to her vagina proper. Traci grazed her lips and nose over this area, smelling her mother's clean womanly sexual scent. Traci then began to lap at her mother's pussy.

"Oooh, yes, baby. Your tongue feels so good on my pussy."

Her mother's word send a shiver of pleasure through Traci's body. The taste of her mother's pussy for the very first time—which she knew would not be the last time, by far—filled her with a sense of exultation.

Susan was intensely excited, watching her daughter exploring, sniffing, and licking between her legs. Never in a million years would she have thought that she and her daughter would make wonderful, sweet love together. But they were. This excited Susan more than making love with any other woman that she had ever make love to before.

Traci's tongue gently licked over her mother's still hooded clitoris. It made Susan's body twitch.

"Ahhh! Traci, yes. Lick me, baby. Suck me. Fuck my pussy with your mouth."

Her mother's words almost shocked Traci, but they also excited her even more. She began to lick her mother's pussy in earnest now: licking, sucking, biting, and licking some more. She noticed that her mother's clit was now peeking out from under it's fleshy sheath. Traci placed her mouth over it. She ran her tongue around it. She sucked on it. She nibbled at it ever so gently.

"Oh God! Oh God! Traci!" her mother cried out.

Susan now had her fingers in her daughter's hair, pulling Traci's mouth down hard onto her pussy, her clitoris. She was so aroused from what she and her daughter were doing that her body was rushing headlong towards sexual climax.

Traci looked up and saw that her mother's head was thrown back, her mouth was open but no sound was coming out. She saw that the skin of her mother's neck and under her jaw was flushed a deep pink, and the veins in her neck were prominent. And then her mother cried out.

"Yes! Yes! Yesssssss! Traci, that's it!" Susan was coming and her body was enfolded into that wonderful sexual experience, the intense pleasure of a strong orgasm.

Traci stopped everything she had been doing but kept her mouth pressed against her mother's clitoris. She held onto her mother body until it relaxed. Her arms were wrapped around her mother's thighs with her hands on top of them.

Susan took in a big breath and let it out again in a long sigh. "Oh! That was wonderful, Traci, just really wonderful." Susan held her hands out to her daughter, to pull her up on top of her. Traci, grinning and happy that she had given her mother—her mother!—such sexual pleasure, moved up over her. 

Traci looked down into her mother's beautiful blue eyes. "I love you Mom."

"I love you too, Traci," Susan said, then kissed her daughter with affection and passion.

When their lips parted, both women laughed. They were full of love and joy. They both accepted the fact that they were lovers now. Traci rolled off her mother onto the bed. They lay on their sides facing each other. Gently stroking and caressing each other's bodies.

"As you know, dear," Susan said, "I've made love to other women . . . and I've really enjoyed it. But I have to say, making love to you, and you making love to me, was more exciting than any of those other women."

"Yeah, me too," Traci blurted out without thinking.

Susan frowned. "What?" She raised up onto her elbow and locked eyes with her daughter. "What do you mean, you too? You told me that you'd never made love to a woman . . . that you wanted to learn. What the hell is going on here, young lady?

"Mom, I'm sorry. I lied to you. I've had sex with three other girls. But," she hurried on seeing her mother's frown deepen. "It wasn't anything like this. This was fantastic, Mom, I want you to know that."

"Traci," Susan began, as she pulled away from her daughter.

"No. Wait, Mom. Let me explain, please," she begged.

"Okay, but this had better be good."?

Traci hesitated. Where should she begin? How could she explain this?

"Mom, I had my first lesbian, well, bi' experience last year. I'm not a lesbian. I'm bi' like you. Anyway, I really enjoyed it, although it was more frantic lust, rather than love, like we just, uh, experienced. But still, it was good. Then I had sex with two other girls, on different occasions, and I really enjoyed that too. But, again, it wasn't anything to compare with what we just did. Then I found out that you were bi' and I kind of wondered what it would be like to make love with you."

That was true enough, as far as it went. But she hadn't actually fantasized about making love to her mother . . . until she decided to seduce her to see if it would lead to her brother getting a chance to make love to their mother also.

"Really, Mom, you are one hot, uh, uh, MILF."

"MILF, you're calling me a MILF?" But Susan's eyes had softened and there was almost a smile playing around her lips.

"Well gosh, Mom," Traci went on. "You are a mother. And," here she grinned a bit, "you're a mother that I wanted to fuck."

Susan began to laugh. "Oh Jesus! Traci. You mean you made up that story about some girl coming on to you and you wanting to find out what it was like to kiss a girl, just to seduce me?"

"Uh, yeah. Are your really, really mad at me, Mom?"

Susan laughed again. "I guess I should be . . . but the sex was soooo damned good, I really can't be." She hugged Traci to her then kissed her again.

Traci grinned. "Does this mean that we can still be lovers, Mom. Because I sure do want to be. God! Mom! What you did to me was like nothing those other girls did for me."

Susan kissed her daughter sweetly. "Oh yeah. I think so. Like I said, I've never been so excited sexually with a woman. And, logically, since we've made love to each other once and really enjoyed it, it would be foolish not to continue."

Traci squealed with delight and gave her mother a rib-cracking hug. Then, she thought, this had to be time to tell her all. She wasn't sure how this would go over, but she knew there would probably never be a better time.

"Mom?"

"Yes, dear?" Susan asked. She was still amused at her daughter's enthusiasm

"Uh, well, you see, there's more."

"More?" Susan was puzzled. More what?"

Promise me you'll hear me out, okay? Don't get all angry and upset until I explain everything . . . promise?"

"Oh God," Susan sighed. "Okay. I promise." She wasn't sure to what she was promising, but she would hear her daughter out, whatever she had to say.

Traci took a big breath. "Tim and I are lovers."

"WHAT!" Susan yelled.

"Hey, Mom!" Traci yelled back. "Tim was hot for me. I was hot for him. We came together one day and it worked out."

"Worked out? Worked out? How long has this been going on?" Susan wasn't shouting now, but she was close to it. And, strangely, she almost felt a twinge of jealously.

"About a month now," Traci answered calmly. She realized that her mother and she had just made love, so upon what holy ground did her mother thinks she was standing?

"And just how did this start?" Susan demanded.

"Ever since I caught him in his bedroom masturbating while watching you sun bathe nude in the back yard."

Susan opened her mouth to say something. She closed it. She opened it again, then closed it again. After a couple of seconds she said: "He was masturbating watching me sun bathe naked? When did this happen?"

"Mom, it doesn't really matter. The 'more' that I mentioned was that Tim wants to, well, to put it like he does, he wants to fuck you."

"WHAT?" Susan yelled again. "I'm his mother!"

"And your point is?" Traci asked.

"My point . . . .? My point?" And then Susan realized that she had just had sex with her daughter. She also realized that she saw Tim as her son because, biologically, he was, but emotionally she saw him as a sexually attractive young man. She knew that, even though she had tried to deny it to herself. Obviously, saying that her son wanting to fuck her was all wrong because it was incest wouldn't work logically because she had just had incestuous lesbian sex with her daughter.

And then Susan began to laugh. "Oh my, Traci. Did you seduce me just so Tim could have sex with me?"

Traci smiled. "No, Mom. I seduced you because Tim wanted to have sex with you . . . and I realized, then, that I really did too."

Susan nodded and smiled. "And you and Tim have been lovers for how long, did you say.?"

"About a month, now."

"And you think I should have sex with Tim?"

"Yeah. Why not? You just had sex with me and enjoyed it. You might enjoy having sex with Tim. I mean, I really enjoy having sex with him, so why not you, too?"

"Look, Mom," Traci continued. "I love Tim and Tim loves me." Traci was totally serious. "Mom, we really, really love each other. It's much more than just sex."

"Oh my," Susan said seriously. 

"Yeah, I know." Traci paused. Her brow furrowed in a frown. "But I know that we can work it out, somehow. But that's not the point right now. I love Tim and I know Tim loves me and Tim wants to make love to you and I don't have a problem with that. In fact, I see all three of us having sex together."

"Oh you do, do you?" Susan asked, raising her eyebrows. But she felt a shiver of arousal in her pussy at the thought of the three of them having sex together. It struck a chord deep inside her. And why shouldn't they, she thought, considering what Traci and she had just done. Susan wondered what it would be like to have sex with her son and her daughter at the same time. She had come this far in an incestuous affair, why not take it another step and include Tim, too? After all, Traci had just told her that he wanted to fuck her and, truth be told, she had thought of her son in a sexual way for some time now, although with some guilt.

Susan made a decision. "Oh what the hell! In for a penny, in for a pound."

Traci's face lit up. "You mean you will!"

"At this point, I'd probably be foolish not to. I mean, at least to give it a try."

Traci embraced her mother again and gave her a big kiss. "That's great, Mom. I can't wait to tell Tim."

"But if you love him so much," Susan asked, "why do you want to share him with me?"

"Oh, Mom," Traci said, "Don't you think we can all have sex together . . . "

Susan, with a smirk on her face, interrupted. "Yes, dear, that's called incest." 

Traci giggled, then started over. "I think we can all be totally sexually open with each other, including sharing, without possessiveness or jealousies. Don't you?"

I'm sure we can, sweetie." Susan said as she caressed her daughter's cheek with the back of her hand. She smiled sweetly at her daughter and kissed her on the forehead.

"Besides, Mom," Traci continued, "I'm kind of kinky, I guess you could say. I would, well, I would just love to watch you sucking Tim's cock and him licking your pussy and I would really like to watch him fucking you. And when he's done, Mom, I'll go down on you and lick his cum out of your pussy."

Susan stared at her daughter, momentarily at a loss for words. The mental images Traci has just created in her mind, her son fucking her, coming in her pussy, and then Traci licking her brother's semen out of her pussy, stunned her, then excited her. 

"Are you . . . are you serious, Traci?"

"Oh hell yes, Mom! I mean, I just licked your pussy and Tim has come in my mouth, maybe a half dozen times since we became lovers and I've swallowed it every time. I mean, Mom, I like doing that. I've done it lots with other boys. But I really get off on it when Tim comes in my mouth. So, what I'm trying to say, here, is that licking Tim's cum out of your pussy would just be, like, double fun and extra kinky." Traci wiggled her eyebrows at her mother several times while grinning.

"You are one amazing young woman, you know that? And, to tell the truth, I like sucking a man's cock and letting him come in my mouth too. I guess you must get that from me, then. Sooo, you know what else?" Susan said. "If this actually happens," which Susan was now sure it would, "the three of us making love, then when Tim comes in your pussy, I'm going to lick it out of you, too."

"God, Mom, that's hot! Oh wow, I can hardly wait."

"So are we sick and perverse women, or what?" Susan asked Traci with a grin.

"I prefer sexually adventurous and open-minded . . . also known as sick and perverse." 

Both women laughed, then Susan pulled Traci to her. "Come here, baby. We may be lacking Tim's cock and cum, but right now, I'm going to lick your pussy until you have a screaming orgasm." 

And so she did. And, after Traci screamed and then relaxed a while, cuddled up next to her mother, she returned the favor. Then they both fell asleep next to each other, sexually sated and happy.

CHAPTER THREE

Tim came home that night about one o'clock. He came into the house quietly and crept silently up the stairs. He stopped by his sister's room, but she wasn't in there. Her bed was still made up. He mentally shrugged and left her room. 

Looking down the hallway, Tim saw that his mother's bedroom door was partway open, but he didn't see any light or hear any noise. The house was totally quiet, except for the occasional creaks or groans that houses give off. He didn't know what Traci had planned for tonight. She had just told him to stay away until at least midnight. Now she wasn't here. He wondered what was going on.

Tim went into his bedroom and quietly closed the door. He got undressed and was pulling back the comforter and sheet on his bed when he realized that he should probably go pee before going to sleep. Opening his door, quietly again, he walked down the hall naked, mentally daring his mother to come out her door and see him. He was pretty sure that wouldn't happen, but the thought excited him and by the time he closed he bathroom door his cock was beginning to swell. 

He peed, lowered the lid and flushed the toilet. He wondered if the noise would wake his mother. Probably not, he thought. He had done it late at night many times before when his mother was sleeping. And, if it did wake her, she would realized what it was and then go back to sleep.

Tim was back in his room, under the sheet when he heard his door open. He saw a shadow of a silhouette closing the door carefully. 

"Traci?" Tim called out softly.

"Yeah," she answered. She silently made her way to his bed and slid in beside her brother and cuddled her naked body up against him.

Tim was surprised, but pleased. "You weren't in your room . . ." he began.

"Right. I heard you flush the toilet and thought I would come and give you a progress report."

"You heard me flush the toilet? But, where were you." 

But Traci was giggling and kicking her feet.

"What the hell is so funny, Traci?" Tim asked with a bit of exasperation.

"I said that I came to give you a progress report. Our family name is Pilgrim. That would make my report 'The Pilgrims' Progress.' Don't you get it? Although I'm sure that John Bunyan would be scandalized by our type of progress."

"No, Traci, I don't get it," Tim said in a hissing whisper.

"Oh right. I'm the English Lit. major. But, surely you've heard of "The Pilgrim's Progress," by John Bunyan?

"Actually, no." Tim folded his arms over his chest and stared at the ceiling.

"Oh, now don't get all huffy on me." Traci was still smiling as she propped herself up on her side to look Tim in the face. There was enough light coming his window to make out his facial features. "I have good news. I have made progress vis-à-vis you and Mom having sex." She wiggled her eyebrows lewdly at her brother.

Tim rolled onto his side, his eyes wide open. "You have? Really?"

"You bet your ass, I have. So, you can kiss me now." Traci said with a note of triumph in her voice.

Tim pulled his sister tight against him. Her face was little more than a faded shadow since the window was behind her. His lips carefully sought and found hers. He gently sucked on her lips, teased her tongue from her mouth with the tip of his then closed his lips over his sister's and kissed her for a long time.

"God, Tim," Traci gasped when their lips parted, her heart beating faster, "we must have kissed a thousand times and I still love it. It gets me all excited and wet . . . kissing my twin brother."

"Me too . . . well, excited and hard, not wet." Tim paused a moment as they kissed some more, lightly. "So tell me. What happened? What did you do?"

"Tim," Traci started out obliquely, "have I mentioned that I'm bi-sexual?"

"Huh? What? No." Tim was wondering what Traci was getting at. But a part of his male mind was revving up with images of Traci kissing other girls . . . and more. His dick, which was already half hard, began to become fully erect.

"Well, it just so happens, Tim, that Mom is bi-sexual too."

"Whaaat?" Tim wasn't sure what he was hearing. He had spoken rather loudly. Then he lowered his voice, whispering, "What are you talking about, Traci?"

"Oh don't worry about Mom hearing you. We had quite a session. I mean it was fucking fantastic. She's sleeping soundly. I was waiting for you to come home. I was excited and wanted to tell you about it. Still, I was just falling asleep when I heard you in the bathroom. I barely woke up.

"But," Traci continued, "I caught Mom making love to two different women on two different occasions."

"You're shitting me." Tim was totally shocked.

"No I'm not shitting you, Tim. The thing is, I saw her but she didn't know that I saw. That's why I wanted you out of the house tonight. We were on the couch, Mom and I, watching a movie, cuddled up, all mother and daughter like, then I asked her what it was like to kiss a girl, because, well, a girl at school had come on to me and I was wondering what it was like.