14 comments/ 1544100 views/ 64 favorites A Beloved Mom By: abashed-dreamer "What'ya reading? said my sister. "The Flowers of Evil," "Your Lit 202, I suppose. Read me a little" "Not exactly assigned, however." I read: Close swarming, like a million writhing worms, A demon nation riots in our brains. "I feel that swarm, sometimes," Jill said. "But what are the 'flowers of evil'? "'Evil' or 'disgusting' things that have their peculiar fascination and beauty." "Such as?". "Baudelaire wrote, "The unique and supreme pleasure of making love lies in the certitude of doing evil." His sexual imagery was very striking: Thus, one night, I'd like, When the hour of pleasure sounds, To crawl, like a coward, silently Toward the treasures of your person. To punish your joyful flesh, To bruise your pardoned breast, And carve in your astonished flank A wide and hollow wound, And delicious sweetness, Through those lips, new formed, Brighter and more lovely, To inject you, my Sister, with my Blood. I had piqued her curiosity. "punish your joyful flesh," she mused. I had no doubt she understood it, though she had not quite finished high school. She wanted to know about people, their unusual experiences, though she'd had a lot more, I'm sure, than the average 18 year old. She came over to the chair where I was sitting and knelt beside it. She looked up, her eyes curious, framed in three shades of purple eye shadow; "How is joyful flesh to be punished?" Her face was beautiful, open, highlighted by her striking, somewhat 'goth' makeup that led most people she encountered to inquire, "Are you a drama student?" In fact, she'd had a fine role in an amateur production of Mary Shelley's Frankenstein. She interrupted my fascination, "How do we do it?" "There are certain sexual practices.... " I said trailing off, hinting.. I noticed her breasts resting on the arm of the chair; firm, now, the size of oranges standing out on her fine-boned chest and slender body. More than one fellow senior had incurred her withering remarks by asking "Are they real?" "I inflate them," she'd say, and as the person nodded, she'd add, "with the air that rushes through your head." Again she broke into my thoughts, "Go on." Seeing the direction of my gaze, she smiled. "Do you know what 'transgression' is?" I asked. "Of course. It's breaking the rules or laws, the kind of things you'll learn to do school." She arched an eyebrow. "Touché," I said, "and it is also going beyond the limits, for instance, of decency. This writer believes transgression is necessary for the artist and for any person who really lives. He lived with a prostitute, Jeanne Duval." "I would not just break a rule just to be breaking it." "True," I said. "But when you go beyond the bounds, indulge the most unusual forms of sensuality, you become hyper-aroused. People will consider what you do, depraved and dangerous." Knowing of her sexual activities, I asked her, "Did you ever break the rules with a boyfriend?" "Well, Dan did a lot of speeding. One time he drove 110 miles per hour, to scare me. I didn't notice at the time, but Mom sure did when I got home; I'd wet my pants. 'What's that?' she asked. 'Just a spill,' I said and went off to change." "OK," I said. "But for 'sex'; ever done it in a weird, possibly forbidden place?" "Oh yes. Once up in the higher balconies of the theater where we weren't supposed to go. The guy just laid me back, lifted the front of my skirt, pulled my panties aside, and we fucked." "Go on" "Then we arranged our clothes, stood up and walked out, casual as you please." "Did the public location arouse you?" "Yes; my heart was already pounding when we entered the balcony. And I came like never before." "Even a minor transgression can heighten the senses." "Well, Mom didn't think it was so minor. I had to walk past her, in the hall, coming in, and I tried to be casual. You remember." "Mom exploded when she saw a big wet spot on the back of your skirt: She just lost it. 'You're peddling that cunt of yours!' She has the mouth of a sailor, doesn't she? Though she tries to carry herself with the dignity of a model. I don't blame you for not speaking to her for a week." Jill wanted to return to the topic at hand. "But doesn't the thrill always decay?" "Well, desire has to be first let out, then attended." Our discussion proceeded. "Did you know that Byron, the poet, had sex with his sister--well, half-sister?" She started. I could see she was thinking. "OK, Garth, let's quit horsing around. You want to fuck me?" "Well," I responded, sounding noncommittal. "If you're thinking of fucking me, it ain't going to happen." "OK." But I sensed a flicker in my cock. "Well, what is possible?" "Hmmm... " she hesitated. She had picked up my reaction. "I just don't want that huge cock shoved in my cute little quim." Ironically coy. I was flattered. She was considering other possibilities. Then, she blurted out, "OK, here's your opportunity. You may suck my pussy. And make me cum. Is sucking off your sister transgressive enough?" "Yes; but judge for yourself--after the experiment." "OK, let's get on with it. But I will be requiring something of you in return," she added. "OK. Name it." "I'll let you know." "Get out of the chair," she said. She removed her jeans and panties and sat down. I couldn't believe it. The pussy I hadn't seen since we were kids was showing there in full bloom, covered by her dark moss. "This is so cold-blooded," she said, opening her legs. "It's awesome." "That adds to the evil." She got the point. She rotated her hips up. The black thatch beckoned me. "Stroke my pussy!" When her eyes closed I kissed down over her belly, past her sex and onto her inner thighs. It felt strange and artificial, at first, but I continued these caresses until she became relaxed and mellow. Her pussy began to give off that earthy odor mixed with her lily of the valley perfume, and I reached to insert two of my fingers into her wet entrance. When the hips began their rhythm, I lowered my lips to her slickened ones, below, and inhaled deeply. I slid my tongue from her cunt tunnel up to her clit, sucking, swirling around it then returning below. As she pressed her pussy against my face, I knew she was losing herself in her lust. With tongue and right-hand fingers I thrust into her while my other fingers flicked and stroked her clit. She started thrashing and began to come. She moaned and grasped my head then grabbed at my fingers to pull them in deeper. At each stroke on her clit I heard a loud groan and felt her flood, the involuntary twitching of cunt on my face and around my fingers. Though her thighs were clasped over my ears, I heard her cry out "Suck me Garth omigod, ahhh." She bucked and thrashed for a long while before easing off. Finally I felt her thighs relax a bit; I heard her first question. "How do you like eating your little sister's pussy?" I just licked my lips. === And so she began as my partner; together we hatched schemes for 'evil' things we could think of. We had an occasional repeat of lunching at the "Y," and that seemed as far as she was comfortable. She herself came up with some good ideas, and she reported her experiments to me. ==== One day the idea came to her: "We could fuck Mom." "Wow!. ... I'm not sure I can arrange it, though." "Well, I will start," said Jill. "I think I know a way in." "Lead on." I thought of Mom and felt a little bit sorry for her, till I remembered Dad. He'd brought me and my sister up, from the time I was four and she was two, until our early teens. "Your Mom just had to go," he always said, "but she will come back." I was 14, sitting on the front steps admiring a sleek looking redhead of 30 something, when she turned up our walkway. "Hi, Garth" she said, in a friendly way. She seemed so familiar. Then I noticed the compact little bum I'd looked up at when I was four. "Mom," I said, "Come in and see Dad." Dad seemed so happy to see her. They began to chat, and I noticed what I hadn't at four. Her pants were so tight that her sex was clearly divided by the centre seam of the crotch. I learned, however, she was very tasteful in dress at work, and I'm sure it was that ass of hers that led the boss, at various big corporations, to make her his 'special assistant.' "Jill, how will you get to her?" "She has her weak moments. It's silly, but did you notice that after a big lottery, like the NY State, if she doesn't win a nickel, she's depressed. And she takes more than a couple stiff drinks." "She's hard to figure," I said. I'd never learned the full story of why she'd left, or come back, but one night I overheard Dad saying something like "Did you get it out of your system?" I wondered what "it" was. Jill and I were just civil, at first, then we got to like her, but still didn't exactly look on her as a parent. It was probably her desire to be loved that led her to mostly give up on 'minding' us, but she tried to show Dad that she loved and cared for us. But always we remembered our Dad, not Mom, getting up a night, in our childhood emergencies. "With your help, I think I can get to her." "You sound so detached," said Jill, "I feel a bit like that." When Mom came back, trying to make amends, we half played at being her devoted 'teens'. But when Dad suddenly died of a heart attack a 3 years ago, we backed off, withdrew to ourselves, and she was smart enough not to try to 'parent' us. Except for a few incidents with Jill. "I hadn't realized she was actually depressed at those times." "I asked her, 'what's the matter?' one time," said Jill. "She said, "' I used to be with 'money' all the time. Now I have to pin my hopes on a fucking lottery.'" "With her looks, I'm sure some of the 'money' took a big interest in her, at age 25." Jill's analysis of Mom's vulnerabilities sounded correct, and so we bided our time. In a couple weeks, it was the state lottery night, 12 million dollars at stake, and thousands of prizes. I took care to be out at the time of the announcements; I slipped in late in the evening. Jill filled me in, the next day. ==== Mom heard the announcements on TV, and Jill heard her say, "Oh shit, not again," and pour herself a drink. Jill walked in and sat down next to her. "That's a bummer, Mom." Jill snuggled up. "But I love you just the same." Mom brightened a little. Neither my sister or I said such things very often. "Relax, Mom, lie back and I'll massage your neck. But do you want another drink?" Mom took one and laid herself out, on her back, on the sofa. Jill was at the end and began to massage her neck. "M.m.," said Mom. Jill moved to her face after a while, and then to her shoulders. Mom was just relaxing. From Mom's shoulders, Jill went to the sides of her chest. Mom's breasts were not large, but now, in her thirties, they hung toward her sides when she was lying down. Jill brushed them, as if by accident. Mom didn't move. Jill proceeded to the breasts themselves, and tried to defuse the situation. "Mom, these are so firm. ...I always admired them. And they're still gorgeous at your ripe age." Teasing. Mom smiled and let the caresses proceed. Jill brushed the nipples and then began squeezing them lightly. Again, she acted casual. "These are awesome nipples, Mom. I know they attract a lot of attention." As Jill twisted them, Mom moaned a little. "Jill, you're my daughter," said Mom, stirring herself. She put her hands on top of Jill's to keep them from moving. "Of course, Mom" said Jill. "But it's not like I have the hots for you. I just admire your body and think you look really sexy. OK?" Mom was quiet. It dawned on Jill that Mom's hands had just stopped hers, not removed them. Jill pressed against Mom's nipples, her hands under Mom's. Mom pressed too. They progressed quickly. Jill got her to remove her sweater and bra, and Jill began applying lotion. Mom took another drink and surrendered herself, her breasts, to Jill's tender ministrations. Mom was squirming. Jill wasn't sure how to proceed. She didn't want to freak out Mom by just going for her pussy. "Let yourself go, Mom," she said. She took Mom's hand and placed it on her crotch, over the pants. Mom began gently to stroke herself as Jill massaged her breasts. "I hope you don't think I do this all the time," Mom said. "It's a release, Mom, I understand." Mom unzipped and stroked herself through her panties, and Jill saw a wet spot. She turned down the lights. "Just pretend I'm not here," she said. "Relax yourself." Bold in the darker room, Mom sighed and slipped fingers under her panties. Jill shifted position, so she was beside Mom. She stroked Mom's breasts with one hand and gently rested her hands on Mom's, below, feeling Mom's fingers madly at work. She pressed down, and Mom moaned as the fingers were forced into her. Jill smelled success. She also heard--though Mom did not--the small sound of me entering the apartment. She knew I would be in the darkened foyer, watching. I saw Jill's hand on Mom's, bobbing. Jill pulled down her panties and slipped her hand toward Mom's pussy and slid her fingers in. Both their hands glistened with the juices of Mom's dripping cunt. Since Mom's hips swung up even more fully into the fingers, Jill began slipping in two of hers, alongside Mom's two. Jill seemed to get into the spirit of it and applied her lips to Mom's large nipples. Mom began thrashing in her lust, approaching climax. Knowing she was out of it, I moved from the foyer into the end on the living room, standing silently. Jill began talking to bring Mom over the edge. "Come. Let yourself come," she said. "Fuck these fingers. Fuck 'em hard." She wanted Mom to focus on the fingers, and Mom probably didn't even realize that Jill moved her other hand down to frig her clit and shoved three of the fingers from the other hand into Mom's gaping hole. I silently slipped up on them and took over Mom's breasts. I felt the hard nubs in my fingers. I pressed into the firm flesh and felt my cock harden. Mom's climax was imminent, and it was all I could do not to press my cock, in my pants, against her. All at once, Mom cried out, "God, Jill, I'm cumming. Omigod. Fuck me." I saw a spurt of juices, and Jill shoving as deep as she could. A look of triumph on her face. She realized the power she had, to make a body totally convulse. Mom had a smile on her face, and she began to come out of it. I had quickly exited, unnoticed. "Mom, I love you," I heard Jill saying, as I quietly closed the door to my bedroom. === Jill and I pow-wowed the next morning. Jill was happy. "I was right," she said. "We've found the way in. So to speak." She winked. "And incidentally, I don't think I'm going to be hearing from her again about my morals and my cunt." "I don't think you will, either. You were great, Jill. Did you get off too?" "Oh yes," she said. "I thought it was too much to ask Mom to frig me. But after I was alone, I dialed up the big "O" on my li'l telephone." "Did the transgression excite you?" "Yep, it was a real violation of decency. My cunt was just dripping. As you said, the greater the evil, the greater the volume of fluid." We began to discuss to the next phase. Jill was pretty sure she could get Mom worked up again, and we talked about my just sneaking in and impaling the aroused cunt. "It won't work," said Jill, "I'm sure she could deal with something like that." I proposed that we might 'get to' Mom, play with her mind because of what she'd done. Jill doubted it. "Even if we had the last session on film, I'd look like the seductress. ... I like your idea, though," she added, "I just have to take her further. She has to be drawn in and feel responsible, not merely seduced. For instance, when you 'discover' us, I want her face buried in my pussy. That's a little harder to explain." In the next two weeks, Jill was with Mom a couple more times, massaging her, then bringing her to orgasm. We wanted Mom to become accustomed. At the next lottery night, Jill arranged to be home with Mom. Mom lost. Jill encouraged her to have a couple drinks and things proceeded pretty much like before. When Mom's sweater and bra came off, Jill especially admired her breasts. Stroking them, she said, "I'm sort of self conscious about mine. They don't hang like a woman's ... like some of my friends' do. And I'm so embarrassed about these nipples that always stick out." Mom looked sympathetic. "They're fine." "Please have a look, Mom, and tell me if I'm weird, OK?" Mom nodded and Jill removed her top and bra. Those oranges did not droop at all; their tips perked up, but Mom probably didn't figure it was Jill's arousal that caused it. "Jill, your breasts are sexy, very attractive." Jill looked reassured, moved closer, and began stroking Mom's again. Mom lay face up on the couch and Jill knelt on the floor and pressed her breasts against Mom. "Do you like them?" she said, with a tremor in her voice. She was fingering Mom's nipples; her own ripe breast, just inches from Mom's face. Jill kept up with her left hand, but with her right, she offered the breast to Mom's mouth. Mom looked at Jill, and probably to re-assure her, started sucking the dark nipple. Jill closed her eyes, genuinely aroused. "OH Mom, I love you." This time, as things heated up, Mom needed no encouragement to loosen her pants and start fingering herself. Jill interrupted her kissing and hugging and took off her own pants and panties. "I feel so good with you, Mom," she said. "I know it's not like you have the hots for me." While Mom continued masturbating, Jill stroked her own breasts. "You're gorgeous," she said. "But Mom, some of the girls tease me about my pussy." "Why, dear?" "Well, it's the thick curly black thatch. They call be "Brillo." "You must not listen to that." They began their lovemaking again, and Jill moved Mom's hand into her dark curls; Mom began stroking Jill, as if to say. "It's fine." "Oh that feels good Mom; but do you think it's too bushy?" "Of course not," said Mom, and did not resist Jill's pushing against her hand. "Mom I know you really love me," Jill said, kissing her again on the breasts. Mom's hand was pushed toward Jill's wet slit. Jill gently ground her hips and felt Mom caressing her, first outside, then just inside her pussy. They were both getting hot, and Jill squeezed onto the sofa next to Mom. They kissed and their hands probed each other's pussies. Jill was quite flushed, but she pulled back a little; "Mom, there's something I can't ask anybody." "Yes." "Does my pussy, all wet, have a funny smell? My last two boyfriends always crinkled their noses if I pushed their heads toward there." "They don't know anything," said Mom. She raised her fingers to her nose and inhaled. "That's so sexy, that musk." "So what is there about me? said Jill, as she thrust a couple of fingers deep in Mom. Mom closed her eyes. Jill suddenly rose, and placed a leg across Mom's chest. She crouched down and brought her pussy just an inch about Mom's mouth. She turned her head, as if embarrassed. Probably to reassure her, Mom raised her head and kissed Jill's cunt; Jill lowered herself and reached behind to stimulate Mom's breasts. Mom started licking her and soon Jill was moaning. Mom reacted to Jill's passion; I heard, "Fuck my tongue, my Baby." Then Jill said, "Mom I love you," while she bore down on Mom's face. That was my signal to creep in, and I did, in time to see Mom deeply inside of Jill's pussy lips, and Jill riding her thrust-out tongue. I knelt, at Mom's waist, and Mom had no view. I touched the Mom's dripping lips gently and Mom rolled her hips. I gradually introduced three fingers and used my thumb on her clit. This swollen pussy that I'd seen pressed into her jeans just seemed to devour my hand. I smelled her musk and heard her moan. Jill was grinding her pussy into Mom's face when Mom's body began bucking in climax, her cunt spasming around my fingers. I heard Jill say, "Mom, I'm coming; I love you," and then Mom's body stiffened and convulsed in orgasm. I withdrew my fingers and went and sat on a chair nearby where I could still smell the reeking sexual aromas. Jill got off Mom's face, which was shining in Jill's juices. A Beloved Mom Goes Down Ch. 2 Thanks to NormaJeanne for her editing and to Vermillion and Maquinna for useful comments. This story continues ‘A Beloved Mom’. Yet it can stand on its own. It contains graphic and deviant sex, besides incest and is not to the taste of many. It is no frolic, though it should have appeal to certain kinds of dark imaginations. © author; the story may be reproduced for personal, non-commercial purposes, only; no reproduction for other purposes, especially commercial, without express written permission. * * * * * My sister and I had succeeded in fucking our mom. When we met that night, we hugged and congratulated each other. 'It was great to see Mom's pussy jammed with your cock,' Jill said. 'I was hoping you'd go after that puss later,’ I replied. 'That wasn't possible. ...But there's always a next time.' She smiled wickedly. 'How was it for you, Garth?' she asked. 'That was some hot hole, and I have you to thank, Jill.’ I remembered. Images flashed before me. Mom lying naked, reddish bush split. Jill straddling her mouth, facing me to the ‘south.’ Mom’s breasts, a little fuller and older, were being kneaded in Jill’s hands. Jill’s own breasts--I’d come to love them even more--were presented to me, and I took them. She moaned; Mom’s tongue thrust up her hole, and I pinched her nipples. When I shoved my prick into Mom’s cunt, Jill had an expression on her face I’ll always remember; as if she viscerally experienced the violation, yet relished it. I remembered how the slurping sounds got louder as Jill, in her excitement, was gushing into Mom’s mouth. I played with Jill’s tits as I thrust into Mom’s cunt. In the midst of these memories, my cock stirred. Jill saw. ‘That hot hole really does it for you.’ She added slyly, ‘You’re not going to start preferring that pussy to my cute little one, are you?’ (After our first experiment, she’d directed me to eat her a couple more times.) Watching me intently, she raised her skirt and pulled her panties aside. My cock sprung up, and that answered her question. The lips of her pussy had become part of my favorite sandwich. My sister had a dream twat, with puffy outer lips and scarlet inner ones, now opening over her slick tight entrance. She sat back on a nearby chair. ‘Suck me,’ she said. ‘The way I like it.’ I would part the outer lips with my tongue, and suck on the inner ones, drawing them into my mouth, licking at the edges. I leaned forward and began again, feeling the inner labia between my lips and tasting her flow. I smelled the aroma of my favorite cunt, as I started licking around the entrance to her hole, which had started to bloom, open and inviting. Slipping along the rim, my tongue made her yield further to me; I aimed at the center and thrust my tongue in as far as it would go. Wet darkness enveloped my face. She moaned and rotated her hips up as I twisted my tongue inside, feeling the slick walls contracting in an irregular rhythm around me. My face was now coated in my sister’s fuck juices, and the pressure of her cunt against my face made me yearn to plunge into her. Her fingers were moving faster, alternately stroking and pressing her clit while she groaned and bucked to my face, now awash in cunt juice. She frigged her clit savagely while I sucked and drank that pineapple flow; as she started to thrash, I jabbed my tongue into her repeatedly. I heard her grunt as she came suddenly, a flood onto my face against her. I felt her body convulsing against me, and then her fingers, for a delicate moment, were in my hair. I fell back as she disengaged. She looked at my cock, which was no longer so stiffly erect. ‘Jerk it for me,’ she said. I did, watching her curious eyes. When it soon stood full and hard, deepening purple at the head, I could see she was pleased. ‘Think of Mom’s cunt. It’s OK to. Picture how we had it all stirred up, dripping, even before you went in.’ She whispered, ‘Remember how we watched her pussy lips clasping your cock.’ She perked up as she saw the remark had brought me to the brink. ‘Stop,’ she said. ‘You’ll have to take care of that later.’ Authoritative; a new tone in her voice. I complied and stopped stroking, hoping obedience would pay off. I thrilled to her new power; it would give fresh energy to our quest. She continued, ‘Don’t wash your face in the meantime; come to my aroma.’ Seeing the lust in her face, I didn’t mind being sent to jerk off. I knew her mind was running a mile a minute about our next times with Mom. ‘What shall we do to Mom, now?’ Jill was thinking aloud. ‘She’s got to get into her debauchery. Act out her depravity.’ 'Yes, exactly. Garth, she's fucked you, but she tells herself it's for my sake. I’d like to see her admit her own lust. I want her to beg for it.' 'There has got to be a way.' I was trying to come up with something. 'Jill, what would it take to break her spirit?' 'How about guilt and despair?' ‘Tell me about it.' 'Well, first I want her to be eating my cunt regularly. I will have some dates. I'll come home, pussy leaking cum; I’ll let her know how upset I am, how my life is out of control, and get her to comfort me. Then I'll gradually escalate.' 'Sounds good. You've had her lapping you for some a while; have her service your pussy.’ ‘Yes, it’s fitting for her to clean my cunt--that she once accused me of peddling.’ Jill still remembered the tongue lashing she’d gotten, years ago, when she came home after a date, with a wet spot on the back of her skirt. She’d not forgiven the severity commonly displayed by mothers of teenaged daughters. ‘But where do you go from there?’ 'I have in mind, for the second phase, a scene where she discovers me getting fucked by three or four guys. And then I’ll really fuck with her mind. The third phase will demolish the last of her dignity.' I was eager to watch the first phase. ======== Mom was home; it was late in the evening, and Jill came in. I had openly said goodnight an hour before, but could easily steal up the dark hallway next to the living room. 'Mom, I'm so glad you're up.' 'What is it, dear?' 'I'm not proud, Mom. I got drunk and went home with this guy. He said he liked me and we were fooling around. He told me how beautiful I was and took off my clothes. I knew he just wanted to fuck me. But I liked hearing those words, and I lay down with him. He had his fingers in me and then his cock, and I got carried away.’ ‘Oh, honey.’ ‘After he came, he dressed in a hurry and told me I had to leave. “You just used me,” I said. “Baby you loved it, and you gotta go now, but maybe call me if you want some more.” Mom, I feel so dirty, yet I can’t help myself.' 'We all make mistakes.' Jill pressed into Mom's arms and started to cry. Mom kissed her neck and held her. My sister pressed against Mom, and I could see Mom begin to respond, stroking Jill's back and then her breasts. 'Mom, I love you. I feel so worthless.' Jill unbuttoned her blouse and loosened her bra. 'Please love me, Mom.' Mom's hands went to those firm breasts quickly, and my sister began moaning. Jill unfastened her skirt. 'Mom, look' she said, as she took off her tiny black panties. It was a masterpiece. There was cum all through her pubic hair. It dripped from her slit. 'Mom, do I disgust you?' Mom was plainly shocked and upset, but she couldn't say it. 'Honey, you are a fine young woman.' 'Mom, look at my pussy. Who would want it?' She began to cry again. That was the opening. 'I love your pussy,' Mom said. ‘Yes, Mom, I remember how you reassured me after I told you about how bad I felt, and I didn’t know if my pussy smelled bad.’ ‘I love your smell.’ ‘But Mom, it’s covered in slime; I’m sure you feel disgusted.’ Mom was firmer this, time. She had to be. ‘Jill, your pussy is sexy, and it’s fine to be all gooey and excited.’ Mom sat on the sofa. Jill moved toward her and Mom reclined. I believe she knew what she had to do when Jill straddled her face, holding this dripping pussy over her. Mom simply couldn’t turn up her nose, or even hesitate, and Jill knew that. Jill lowered herself onto Mom, who, as expected, proceeded to kiss my sister’s cunt. Jill made sure to open it up. 'I love how you lick me, Mom.' She bore down and soon the cum was flowing out. Mom, after waiting just a split second, began lapping it up. Jill moaned and pressed her cunt hard onto Mom's mouth. I could see the tongue thrust in there and the cum all over Mom's face. I was so aroused, I took out my cock and quietly jerked off. Well, this incident set the stage. My sister appeared to sink further into abasement. She came back home a couple more times in even worse shape. One time it was two guys. Mom did not even hesitate any more to offer Jill this strange comfort and reassurance. And the next morning my sister would make loving eyes at Mom. In front of me, she'd say, 'Mom I feel so much better this morning.’ Of course by evening, her despair would show, and I heard her telling Mom, ‘I’m out of control.’ I tried hard to sound unsympathetic. ‘Sounds like you’re turning into the neighborhood bicycle.’ We had decided I would remain the ‘bad guy.’ Mom was to despair over Jill, feel torn over her plight. Then we would move ahead. ====== After a few nights of this, we met and congratulated each other on how things we going. ‘Garth, I'm doing the corrupting, here. What are you doing?' I could see her point. ‘I’m ready to pitch in,’ I said. ‘Well, in the mean time, we must not stop your education in evil.’ 'Do you want to degrade me, like before?' 'Well, there are no free lunches... I mean shows.' 'Tonight,' she said, 'I want you, when you're watching, to come onto a saucer, then take it to your room. When Mom's gone to sleep, I will come and visit you.' The thought puzzled and thrilled me. I could see that my sister was no longer a partner, but was taking charge of the whole project. That night, Jill came home leaking cum from a couple of guys. What a mess. But it was oddly exciting, my sister’s pussy ravaged, dripping. Mom didn't bat an eye, and I almost came in my hand when Mom's head plunged into the goo. When Mom was noisily slurping away, I shot a huge load and coated a saucer in my sticky white jism. I retired and did not have long to wait. Sister knocked very quietly and entered. 'Do you have the saucer?' 'Yes.' 'Do you know what you are to do with it?' 'Yes.' 'Do you know why?' 'I suppose you're going to get off on seeing me eat my own cum.' 'Well, the white mustache suits you,' she said smiling. ‘But that is not the reason. Just as Mom is yielding to power, you must also. As her boundaries are violated, yours are too.' 'Oh.' 'You sound unsure,' she said. Jill opened her nightgown, exposing her pussy, freshly tongue cleaned, black hairs shining. 'Look at it, ' she said. My cock hardened. She watched me intently. With her fingers, she spread open the lips. ‘Jerk yourself.’ I started to; I couldn't help it. 'See how you are driven, my brother. Now I want you to stop.' I did. I saw her point. She was to show her power; she enjoyed its exercise, in overcoming anything that stood in the way of her arbitrary decision: my feelings, my standards. 'Hand me the saucer.' I did. She drew a finger through the goo, and presented it to me. 'Lick it.’ I took the finger into my mouth, and I could see her satisfaction as she checked my hard cock. 'You don't relish licking off this saucer, do you, Garth?' My face gave me away. 'That's fine, so long as you accept my alternative.' 'Anything,' I said, foolishly. She had brought with her a large glass bowl. She took the saucer from me and held it in front of her pussy. ‘Hold the bowl below.’ As I did, she unleashed her piss onto the saucer, deflecting it into the bowl beneath, rinsing my cum. And she must have saved up, for the bowl soon held almost two cups of her golden fluid, with my whitish ribbons floating in there. ‘Mom is going to be subject to both to my pussy and your cock. You however are subject to me; as is your cock and its cum. Take the bowl and drink it down.' At first I felt nausea. She saw it. 'Transgression,' she reminded me. ‘ I don't know if I can keep it down,' I said. ‘We don’t know,’ she said. ‘But you can see the point?' Clarity. That moment. It didn’t matter if I could keep it down. Let my stomach revolt under the transgression. So much the better! The queasy churning now took on a different quality. It was a weird exaltation in being sickened in transgression. She had become my teacher in willful degradation. I tipped up the bowl and drank deeply. Waves of nausea hit me, yet my cock was upright and she saw it. 'Your cock appreciates transgression.' The nausea vanished as I heard her next words. 'You have earned the right to witness the second phase.' ====== We planned the scene rather carefully. Three guys she knew would come over while Mom was out. I would be at the door to signal Mom's arrival, and then disappear into the shadows. ====== Jill’s three friends came over and she introduced them. ‘This is Bruce,’ she said of the short one. ‘Josh, here, is the one I look up to.’ He was well over six feet; we greeted each other. ‘Rock, here, is our “enforcer”. Sometimes we call him ‘truncheon.’’’ This fellow, though polite enough, was built like a refrigerator. And I was soon to learn the other reason for his nickname. Sister took off her clothes in a hurry. When she was nude and the guys had stripped down. She'd flaunted her pussy to get them excited. Bruce’s and Josh’s cocks were up in an instant. Rock’s expanded and I was amazed at the length and thickness. It seemed to reach half way to his knees. Jill approached him and said, ‘The truncheon. Will it rise for me?’ As she stroked the monster, it became half erect. ‘Well, Garth, I’ve gotta get ready here, so why don’t you fluff up Rock?’ She lay back on the sofa and began fingering herself. I’d never sucked a cock before, but I had no time for qualms. ‘Jill’ I said in protest. ‘Garth,’ she replied, wickedly, ‘this pussy is running the show. Suck him!’ I knelt by Rock and took his giant tool to my lips. I opened wide to accommodate the large head. I tasted his precum and for a second was revolted, but I could see Jill frigging herself in obvious delight at the scene. I began licking the slit and soon the organ stood tall and thick. I swear it was more than seven inches around. ‘Fine,’ said Jill. The tableau had been planned. I went and stood by the door, watching for Mom, ready to signal. Sister took Bruce’s cock into her mouth. Josh, according to plan, lifted her legs way up toward her shoulders. This enabled Rock to quickly use the bulb to split open her flooded pussy. She pulled her labia apart and thrust up to engage the truncheon, which stretched out my sister’s cunt and slid slowly into the depths of her belly. I could see the Rock's eyes roll back as he eased her cock in and out of her. I caught sight of Mom, through the peephole, and gave the signal. Rock was just beginning to pick up speed, when there was the sound of the key turning, and as the door opened, Jill slurped Bruce’s cock noisily, jerked off Josh standing next to her, and vigorously fucked Rock’s formidable intruder. Mom froze in utter shock. Sister pushed Bruce’s cock out of her mouth, and dropped Josh’s. She gave a cry, but left her pussy impaled on Rock. Mom strode toward them, and there was pandemonium as the guys gathered their things and fled out the door, clutching their clothes to their genitals. My sister started to cry again. 'Mom, I don't know why I’m doing this.' Mom threw a comforter from the sofa over Jill and sat there nearby. My sister, lying there, pressed against Mom. ‘ I just want to die.' That got to her. 'Nonsense, my dear. You are not so bad. You have lost your way.’ 'Mom, I think of what you did for me.’ Jill wanted to remind her. Mom winced; she had tried to put it out of her mind. Sister began to turn the key in the lock. 'I saw your pussy get fucked for me; I know I have got to suffer.' Mom looked puzzled. ‘I must pay the price for what I asked of you and for what you suffered.' Mom was beginning to see how the old scene with me, was affecting Jill. As we had expected, she was clearly becoming quite distressed. 'You don't have to pay, honey,' she protested. 'When you came in, I was paying. I love you Mom.' Seeing the connection, Mom looked suddenly guilty. The degrading sex and now, even the gangbang, were my sister's reaction to Mom's act. 'Honey, I was trying to save you.' 'I know what you're saying Mom. But when I picture your pussy being fucked, I know there is a price to be paid. I'm a piece of shit. I know what I made you do, and I can’t stop myself from going to hell.' Mom got a look of utter hopelessness. The next day, she even apologized to my sister about the gangbang. 'I'm sorry,' she said, 'it happened because of me.' ====== When next we met, we agreed the plan was on track, but Jill said she hadn’t figure out the details of the third and last phase. Mom, by now, seemed like the walking dead. She was not sleeping. Jill made a point of going out two more times in the next week and coming home looking freshly fucked. I made a point of being nasty, and one time brought her to tears--or so it looked. ‘You are loathsome,’ she said to me. Mom saw a downward spiral and was just devastated. We saw her crying at times, and Jill mentioned repeated apologies. ====== Jill and I were talking, when the idea came to her. ‘I’ve got it,’ she said. ‘If she now sees me go down into the most extreme degradation, her guilt will max out. There will be only one way to make it clear to me that I was not the reason she fucked you. And you will have no problem making her say just what we want.’ ‘How will we do it?’ ‘Garth, at least for a couple minutes, you’re going to get your wish.’ She pointed to her cunt. ‘Play along; take your clues from me; above all, act mean and evil.’ ‘I do my best.’ We set the scene the following night. Sis took off her clothing, and said, ‘Have a look at the promised land!’ She showed off the freshly washed pussy I’d eaten so many times lately, but never gotten my cock into. ‘Can you get it up?’ she teased. I was as erect as a lamppost. ‘Show me your cock.’ Flattered, I dropped my pants and shorts and approached. Taking it in her hand, she said, ‘I want it super hard, Garth. Is this as hard as it gets?’ I didn’t know what to say. ‘Let me help, big brother.’ She took two fingers and shoved them into her pussy, wetting them; ‘Have a lick!’ My cock felt like it would explode. She saw the twitch as I took the fingers in my mouth. ‘Do you know the drill?’ she said, ’It’s almost time.’ ‘What do I do?’ ‘I will be acting as self-degrading as possible. You reinforce it. … It’s almost 5,’ she said, ‘Show time.’ She lay back on the sofa and drew up her legs. She parted her labia while watching my cock intently. I still hadn’t figured out the whole plan, but she wanted it that way, so it wouldn’t look rehearsed. I knelt between her legs and stroked the head of my cock between those lips. I had long imagined the moment. My own sister. This time we were acting a bit, but I knew it would lead further; and it wasn’t all acting; she’d enjoy it and wouldn’t try to hide it. ‘Give it to me,’ she said She was tight and slick already and bucked up her hips to impale herself. In a couple minutes, her pussy was oozing. The scene, so long awaited, had unimaginably hardened my prick, and my juices were leaking into hers. Our timing was perfect, for we heard the key in the door. She started talking. ‘You like this slut’s pussy, don’t you, Garth. …Yes, I’m scum and I want more scum. Give it to me!!’ A Beloved Mom Goes Down Ch. 2 ‘Yes, Jill, I’m fucking your whore’s twat.’ ‘I want your scum in my dirty cunt,’ cried Jill, just as Mom entered the room and froze in her tracks. Her jaw dropped. ‘I deserve this, you mean son of a bitch.’ Mom yelled ‘Stop’ and rushed to pull me off Jill. I didn’t resist. I got into the spirit, though. ‘You love it, slut; you asked for it. Mom can’t rescue you from yourself.’ Jill started to cry. ‘Jill, honey, this is not what you deserve.’ ‘Yes, Mom, I have to pay.’ ‘Why, honey?’ ‘I saw you take in this son of a bitch’s dick’ Mom remembered the connection again; she’d stepped in for Jill, but then her degradation had made Jill feel responsible. There was guilt and anguish on her face, and I knew Jill had gotten the knife right into her guts. ‘I have to take in this scum; God, I feel like shit.’ ‘This slut just wants it and she’s going to get it.’ Mom was trying to figure out how to save Jill. She felt she had to. ‘I deserve it; I deserve it,’ said Jill. Mom must have realized she had to deal with me, for she began to probe. ‘You just like to move in on Jill’s misery?’ I realized the key was turning in the lock. I glanced at Jill; she saw it too. ‘Well, Mom, a lay is a lay. Here it was, offered on a plate.’ Mom had all the pieces now. She hesitated. ‘You wanted a lay.’ ‘Yep. A hot one.’ ‘How did you like my pussy, Garth?’ ‘I liked it Mom.’ ‘You want some, right now?’ ‘Well, Mom I had to twist your arm last time.’ I gave the screw a turn. She had come to the bridge. A knowing look came to her face. ‘Garth, Hon, you know it was weird how it happened; it sort of took me by surprise. And I didn’t say it after, but it turned out not to be a chore at all.’ ‘Oh?’ ‘You never heard me complain, did you?’ She had decided. She was showing Jill that she wanted it now, and suggesting that she’d wanted it, then. I was careful not to jump. ‘You have a fine cock, son.’ ‘Thanks, Mom.’ She cupped her breasts under her thin blouse. ‘Do you like these tits?’ ‘Yes, I always did.’ She moved toward me. ‘Touch me, Garth.’ I hesitated. ‘Mom, you don’t have to do something you don’t want to. You’re not responsible for Jill’s being fucked up.’ This was the opposite of what I wanted her to think. I was tearing open the wound. ‘Of course, I might just get tired of fucking her.’ I dared to be obvious, at this point. It was her choice. ‘I need you, Garth.’ She moved in closer and started unbuttoning her blouse. I put my hand on her hip. She moved it down in front of her pants. I pressed, and she ground up against my hand. But again I waited. ‘Garth, please, I want you.’ The words. Triumph. I couldn’t glance over at Jill then, but I imagined her look. ‘You want this son of a bitch?’ A brilliant move from Jill. Mom could not back off now, only move ahead. ‘Jill, leave yourself out of it. This isn’t to defend your honor. I want his cock and you’re not the reason.’ Hoping to undo the past, I guess, she added, ‘You never were.’ Turning toward me, she said, ‘He’s my son. He’s my sexy son.’ Jill moved away. ‘Show me what you want, Mom; tell me.’ Standing just inches from me, she unzipped her pants and took off her blouse. Then her bra came off and those full breasts spilled out. She stood with them against my chest. She reached for my cock. I did not move. Under her strokes I’d never felt it that hard, even when I’d fucked her before. She does want it, I thought, or she’d better put on the show of her life. I waited another couple seconds. She dropped her pants and stepped out of them. ‘I want it, Garth. I want your cock in me.’ I helped her remove her panties, and I pressed her body fully against me, my cock against her belly. We moved toward the sofa just where I had been fucking Jill. She lay back. ‘You’ve seen this pussy, Garth, remember your fingers in there a couple weeks ago?’ I needed no further hint. I slid two fingers into her reeking cunt, while watching her closely. Her eyes fluttered and she pressed her pussy further onto my fingers. ‘Deep, Garth.’ I pushed in and stirred them in her slackening hole. I saw Jill had retired to a nearby chair and was idly touching herself. Mom grasped my cock, and again I hesitated even as she pulled. ‘In my pussy,’ she said, moving my fingers out of her. Clenching the head, she stroked her slit with it. My cock twitched as it passed over her clit and twinged wonderfully as I began leaking into her pussy. Tentatively she put the head into her hole. Flooding, clear mucus quickly covered it and eased my passage in. I felt her cunt muscles contracting around me as I drove it till I felt her cervix. The cervix through which I had entered this world. I drew her legs up, wanting to see her impalement; she placed them on my shoulders. ‘Mom, I love how you fuck me.’ She shoved her hips upward; her face was serious as her body writhed against mine. My shaft was smothered in her, drowning in her liquid. I glanced down at the slick lips grazing my cock; she saw the lust in my face and grunted in response. ‘Come on; fuck me. You love my hot cunt, don’t you.’ I jammed in every inch, to answer her question. ‘You want to taste my fuck, don’t you honey?’ She reached down into the swamp and brought up two fingers coated in the glistening slickness. She pushed them to my lips; I sniffed Mom’s most intimate aroma; a craving for all of her seized me. My thrusts came even harder, squeezing into that cunt that now seemed even tighter than I remembered. I reached toward her clit; as I fingered it, I heard her moans. Her jerks and twitches were surely genuine. ‘Doggy style?’ I suggested. I helped her turn over and pulled her firm ass up, toward me. Glimpsing the tight butt I’d admired since I was a kid, I brought her cunt roughly onto my prick. I skewered her from behind, and her face was buried in the sofa; turned away from Jill, as I’d hoped. I worked her clit from above as her body shook and stiffened, then relaxed, then drove up and onto me, clenching my cock. I reached around to her hard nipples and tweaking and twisting. I wanted her to be past caring or thinking. I saw Jill across the room, frigging her pussy, quietly but effectively. I nodded for her to approach. To keep Mom occupied, I wet my index finger in her juices and began working the tip into her asshole. In my first full view, the brown rose opened graciously. Mom’s wonderful stench. My finger slid deep into her ass. My mom thrashed her hips into my cock and finger. Jill, standing beside us, reached for Mom’s breasts with her right hand and pinched the nipples. Mom didn’t even notice the second set of hands. Jill would stop, every minute or so, and reach into her pussy with her left hand, then thrust her gooey fingers into my mouth, and feed me on the cunt sauce she knew I craved. Mom, ass twitching in the air, was groaning loudly, and she kept to her plan. She drew me along. ‘Garth I’m going to come and then I want you to.’ She started slamming her cunt onto my cock, her ass twisting. I heard her pants. ‘Fuck me, Mom. Come in me.’ Removing my finger from her ass, I reached down again to her clit, into the swampy juices. I held it between two fingers, pressing them, riding them up the shaft to the head. Then Jill took her two fingers out of my mouth and shoved them into the opened anus. The cunt glove on my cock tightened; then she pressed down with her fingers, through the thin walls, onto my shaft. She frigged Mom’s ass with her left hand and her own pussy with her right. I felt a series of jolts as Mom’s body slammed into mine, and heard her cry of orgasm as she twisted and writhed under me. Jill, her hand having worked deep into her own twat, was in the throes herself, but I sensed her waiting for me; then I felt her fingers working me inside of Mom’s cunt. ‘Goddddd,’ I cried as my cock exploded, spurted, emptied; before black brightness enveloped me, I saw Jill contorted in her own climax, half of her right hand crammed into her pussy. Almost fainting, I reached and steadied myself on the back of the sofa. Mom’s ass devoured Jill’s fingers, and her pussy, true to its nature, squeezed and almost sucked at my cock; the pressure made our cum flow out and down her legs, onto the sofa. As she subsided, Jill disappeared up the hall, into the darkness. The next day, right here, we celebrated; Jill invited me to go down on her, and along with Jill’s fresh aroma, I could still smell the pungent reminder of Mom’s lust. END December 5, 2001 Your vote is appreciated. All detailed comments and queries will be acknowledged. A Beloved Mom Mom opened her eyes and smiled a Jill, and seemed finally, to sense me. She looked over and saw me in the chair. "Garth!" was all that she could say, at first, turning away from me. "Were you watching?" She was hoping I only watched. "No, Mom, that was me in your pussy; Jill could not see me, behind her." "No! My God. You're lying." Mom looked uncertain. "See," I said, rising and showing her my wet hand. She looked scared and so I stroked her face, reassuringly. "Mom I love you." Jill moved to comfort her, but Mom, looking rather unsettled, sat up, grabbed her clothing and scooted off to her bedroom. The next day, I pretended nothing had happened. Jill and I agreed it was best to let a little time pass, but Jill did once speak with Mom. "Listen, it's between us. I don't know how Garth managed to creep up." "But he knows," said Mom, with some distress. "I would predict that now he's had his adventure, he's not going to take it anywhere. After all, it's not as if he had the hots for you." "Are you sure?" said Mom, wanting to believe it would all go away. "I'm sure," said Jill. "Remember he loves you as much as I do," which was the one true thing Jill said, but Mom missed the real meaning. Jill and I agreed that she would continue caressing Mom for the next couple weeks, letting her become more active, and I would make myself scarce at those times and pretend nothing had happened. But finally we came up with a plan. "I don't like the part where I suck your dick," said Jill. "It's only for a few seconds. Remember our goal" "Yes, sacrifice for my country. ...OK, I will do it provided you, right now, keep your word." "What?" "Remember when I said I would be requiring something of you?" "Yes" "You are serious about transgression?" "Yes." Jill dropped her pants, pulled down her panties. She put one foot up on the chair to spread herself. 'You like this cunt?" She grabbed a glass and pissed loudly into it, till the golden liquid almost overflowed. Scared, I glimpsed her intent. " Drink it; honor the cunt; toast our final transgression." I tasted, felt sick, and then the thought, "This is piss from my sister's cunt" hardened my cock. I began gulping down the warm, peculiarly bitter liquid. "You may take it to your room; whack yourself thinking of our success; and my taking you there. And yes, now I'm sure you're worth a quick suck." === I sat in the kitchen, with my pants down. Jill had my erect cock in her hand, slowly jerking it. The thought of what was to come next--if I may put it that way--had me stiff as a post. When we heard Mom's key in the door, Jill quickly applied her mouth; she was sucking like our old Hoover when Mom entered and almost dropped her groceries. Mom was utterly bewildered for a few seconds; in that time Jill jumped to her feet, and ran towards her. Mom's arms instinctively reached open, and her face settled as Jill's sobs burst out. Mom stroked her head, "Mom, it was awful!! He made me do it," said Jill, crying like a kid. "What happened?" "He says he's going to fuck me. That you got him excited about my pussy! " "You'd rape your sister? What a rat! " Mom said, glaring at me."There, there" she said to Jill. "You will pay for this, Garth; it's sexual assault." "I don't think I'm going to 'pay.' It was, after all, you who assaulted Jill a couple weeks ago." "What?" "'Fuck my tongue, Baby!'" She was jolted. "Your tongue. Your face buried in her pussy. Some motherly protection!" Mom was aghast. Jill said "Mom, I never pictured this was going to happen. I love you." We waited while Mom's thoughts turned to her part in making it all happen. I made the link obvious. "Mom, you helped yourself to Jill's pussy; your scene made me crazy. I 'll have some cunt." That was the opening. "Jill, honey." Mom said, protecting her in her arms. "I was not here for you for so long; now I am." Jill hugged her. All three of us were silent. To tip the balance, Jill finally added, "I know you are here for me; I know you would do anything for me." Mom paused. Finally, she said to me very flatly, "If I will fuck you, will you leave my daughter alone?" Jill buried herself in Mom's arms, and I heard, "Mom, don't do it!" Mom looked at me, inquiringly. "Well, that's a thought," I said matter-of-factly. Jill screamed, "You will fuck Mom?! You can't! You monster!" She appeared outraged. "Yes, and since you're so insulting, you won't get off easy. Here's what will happen. Jill, you will go at it with Mom; then I will join; Mom, I'll fuck you instead; I'll touch Jill, but her precious little cunt will be safe." "You bastard," said Mom. "I'll go ahead, if Jill can stand your touch; just promise you'll not lay a hand on her pussy." "I'll leave her pussy that is, but I'll have her tits. That's how it will be." Jill said, with less resolve, "Mom, you shouldn't have to do this." "I will," said Mom, "and I understand you have no choice." Jill looked at me meaningfully. I directed them to take off their clothes; then for Jill to begin caressing Mom. I sat in the chair, cock wooden, as Jill stroked the nipples drawing her hands up and down Mom's body. I almost chuckled at the pained look she managed to have as Mom's eyes searched her face. I could tell she was as excited as I and couldn't wait to see the action. She kissed Mom and ran her hand down on the inside of her thighs, which opened. It took a few minutes, but Mom finally went with the gentle stroking, and she became visibly damp. "I'm so sorry Mom, I love you," Jill kept saying, "Just pay attention to me," so gently, and Mom stroked Jill's cheek and kept her eyes closed. "Honey, I love you," said Mom. I signaled to Jill to intensify, and Jill went to work on Mom's pussy with both hands, one shoved inside with four fingers, the other strumming her clit. Mom's body began to writhe in pleasure. Her breasts seemed to swell and the brown nipples stood erect. Her face was intent and deep moans came from her mouth. Then Jill proceeded as planned. She got up and knelt over Mom's face, but facing Mom's feet. She was thus able to face me and play with Mom's tits at the same time. Her breasts would be accessible to me, crouching between Mom's legs. Jill began grinding her cunt on Mom's face as I positioned myself. Mom's tongue must have been at work, for Jill's body kept jerking, she was watching me intently. As much as I, she wanted to see the final transgression: my cock sliding into Mom's inflamed hole. I placed the head between Mom's labia and looked again at Jill; her eyes kept rolling back; but occasionally she focused on the sight of me penetrating that cunt, which now seemed eagerly to impale itself on my cock. I reached up and took those oranges in my hands. We hadn't agreed on it, but I figured she'd go for it. I caressed them as she bore down on Mom, and I slowly went up to the hilt, in Mom's hole. Jill's face was glowing in ecstasy. I smelled Mom's musk, watched Jill's contortions as I rolled Jill's nipples in my fingers; Mom's body, accustomed to Jill's caress was writhing toward unplanned orgasm; I heard her cries, 'yes, yes,' and she didn't sound like any kind of victim to me. Her flooded pussy squeezed my cock as tight as any of my college dates. Slick juices ran down her inner thighs. Her cunt enveloped me and its spasms, as she came, drew me toward a burst of light, my explosion of jism into Mom's dark belly. With each thrust, images tore through my mind. Mother's getting fucked by the rich and famous in those ten years. Mother on a birthing table, bearing down to expel baby Jill; a grossly distended vulva, opening to Jill's bloody crown, stretched thin almost to tearing. I saw, again, the glimpses I'd had of Mom golden bush, from the furtive ones at four, to the sneaky or accidental ones of the last few years. Looking down at the lips clinging to my cock, I imaged Dad on top, fucking her, bringing her to conceive me. Jill could see me at the edge; she had some of the same images, and pictured our Dad's cock driving in, just the way she saw me now. In and out, my thrusting became fevered, rapid. Every time I banged against Mom, Jill's eyes rolled back and she felt as it she herself were receiving me. We'd made the ultimate bond; Jill took my face into her hands , kissed, and jammed her tongue down my throat. I shuddered and went stiff and sucked it like a starving infant as I ejaculated into the womb we'd both come from. A Beloved Mom's Comeuppance Ch. 3 C/ All copyrights held by author. No archiving, reproduction, or transmission, by electronic or other means, for material gain or at commercial sites without express prior written permission of the author. Warning: graphic scenes of incest, discipline, coercion, use of bodily fluids. Skip this story if you are offended by reading about such events. This is the third chapter in a series you may find by clicking on my screenname. In Chapter 1, "A Beloved Mom," the brother and sister started their sexual conquest of Mom. In Chapter 2, "A Beloved Mom Goes Down," Mom was further degraded and young sister began to dominate and degrade her older brother. ========= Jill and I had cause to celebrate. She'd gotten Mom to clean up a number of messes, licking god-knows-who's cum out her pussy. We'd had Mom begging for my cock. I'd had one of the better fucks of my life, but, of course had paid a price. I'd begun to do Jill's bidding, and there was something disturbing about that. Yes, I could say I only indulged her whims-like drinking her fluids-to keep her as an ally. But that's not true; she'd picked the most transgressive things and I, in accord with the ideas I'd once introduced her to, was getting horny as an orangutan. Of course it's not surprising to stiffen at seeing a hot 18-year-old's pussy on display, but why had I begun to harden during her degrading tasks? Yet I felt I had no choice, and I certainly wanted to continue our campaign with Mom. Jill and I, a couple days after the big fuck, had a pow wow. "We had her begging for it!" I said. "Yes, without excuse." "And you've had her as a clean-up girl and cum slut, though that's not yet how she sees it." "That will come soon. I've been thinking about what to do next, though I know the goal." "Which is?" "She should suck cum from my ass. But how to arrange it." "Why not the same way as before, come in dripping, self accusing and play on her pity and need to 'mother' you." "Maybe it's time for a change." "So you just say, 'How about licking out my ass, Mom?'" "Not quite. ...By the way, I suppose you want to volunteer to do my ass, don't you?" "Well, only if you insist." "It's going to cost you, Garth." "How much?" "You must do what we have planned for Mom." I did not have long to wait, for Jill was going out the following evening. "Be ready when I return," she said. There was a sharp image of her pussy in my mind, but I could not picture what I knew I'd be seeing. Yet the thought made me hard. I tried my best not to masturbate while she was out, since I wanted to be horny when she arrived. At about 1am, she came in, and Mom had gone to bed. I couldn't quite 'read' her face, but her clothing was a little disheveled. She walked up to me and gave me a hug. "My new friend just about lost it when I made my request," she joked. "I can imagine. ...'Would you mind just fucking my ass?'" "Just about," she said, "I didn't want to tip toe around the topic. But time's wasting, Garth. Duty calls. To your bedroom." When we got there I ripped off my clothes, freeing a giant hard-on; then she had me undress her. When we got to her panties, I could see the wet crotch. "Sniff it." I moved my nose against the slick fabric and inhaled; first, the stench of jism. My stomach went queasy, but then her musk came through as I inhaled again and felt my cock twitch. "Take them off." She said. I was about to toss them aside when she said. "Lick inside the crotch, honey." I reddened. Now it was just about power; she had it and was going to show it off. But my cock jumped. Putting my tongue out, I tasted the goo that had leaked out. Then proceeded to clean them. Jill was clearly enjoying this sight, since she lay back on the bed and played with her pussy. She splayed the lips; a pink gash framed in dark curls. I thought it was as if she was saying, "You aren't getting any." In fact, her words were "Do you think it's pretty?" "Wonderful, Jill." "Don't stop licking, just watch and move a little closer so I can stir you up. I felt her hand moving on my cock, and every time I stopping licking she stopped stroking. I got the idea. She used the abundant juice from her pussy to lubricate her hand. When I started to tense up, she stopped. "Have a look at your destination." She pulled her ass cheeks apart and exposed her anus. It was swollen and I could see signs of leakage. "This is what you want. Tell me." "I want to lick your sweet ass." No point in beating around the bush. She pulled up her knees and smiled as I ducked down to kiss her pussy, but she didn't let me linger. "Go South, young man." She said. I started outside the puckered rose and tasted the drippings from her guy; I smelled her fuck and her ass aroma. As I inserted my tongue, she relaxed and opened for me. "Keep your lips there." Her anus was spreading, gaping like a mouth. She was filled with cum, and with my hand on her belly I could feel her contracting to force it out, a gob at a time. I think I went to some other space as my mouth filled. It was slightly bitter. It coated my tongue and the inside of my mouth. It kept coming. Had more than one guy had serviced her? "Suck me, slut," she said. My cheeks burned since I'd never been called that. Yet I continued, reaming my tongue in deeper. Her hand was in motion right next to my head since she had started frigging her clit. The effect was to increase both the flow from her cunt and her ass. Her ass fuck, if I may call it that, had a sweet taste, one which intermingled with the bitter strands of her date's jism. When she began to buck I figured she'd accept my fingers; I shoved three of them into her cunt and was rewarded with an appreciative squeeze. By the time she came, it was just pure clear juice spurting from her ass, as clear as from her pussy. She reached down and took some onto her fingers. Seeing it clean, she said, "Good job. Now you may jerk off for me." Jill began sessions with Mom, and at first things seemed to go well. Jill would come in from her dates, just as before, stopping only long enough to transfer a bit of spunk back to her ass. Mom, dutifully licking her pussy, and telling Jill how beautiful it was, was supposed to move back to Jill's ass, as it was offered. Instead Jill found that Mom was more interested in fingering her. Jill encouraged her, and soon Mom was shoving three fingers into Jill's ass causing her to cry out in pain and pleasure. Yet Mom had begun to act strangely; instead of just looking strung out, she seemed pre-occupied. "What is it Mom?" Finally Mom looked sharply at her and said, "I think all that's happened may have been planned by your brother." Jill didn't know it, but she was being tested; Mom in fact had overheard one of our recent conversations. When Jill said, "I don't think so," it confirmed for my mother that Jill was equally in on it, though Mom didn't let on. Later I learned that she had confided in a male friend, "Jack" by name, about whom more will be said soon. It was he who first raised her suspicions. A few nights later, I was at Rock's place, just a couple blocks from home. I'd gotten to know him better since he had first helped us out with his famous truncheon cock. Jill returned home, and I only learned later how the weird scene with Mom had started. In recounting it, Jill told me that Mom had seemed unusually warm and hugged her tightly. They moved to the sofa; Jill laid her purse nearby. Jill stroked Mom's breasts, and Mom went for her pussy till Jill got her clothes off. They lay on the sofa; she licked Jill's pussy and got three fingers into her ass in short order. "How are you doing, Honey?" She asked. "Fine, Mom, you are so good to me." "Then let's try something. I am going to use four fingers in your ass for a bit, then, if it's ok, insert my whole hand." Jill didn't want to seem ignorant though in fact no hand had ever been in there. "Go easy, Mom." Four fingers proved quite a stretch; Jill didn't know if the pleasure outweighed the pain, at first, but then in about fifteen minutes her asshole released and fell more open. Mom sucked Jill's clit to keep her occupied. "This is it, dear. Relax and push." With some difficulty Jill kept calm and managed to push. Mom's hand felt huge. "Like she was trying to shove an orange into there," as Jill put it, later. Mom kept up the pressure, and soon she popped past the outer, then the inner ring. Jill's butt felt a little numb but the hand, once inside gave a pleasant full feeling. There was another thrust and Mom's forearm was buried halfway up. Jill squirmed at the new sensations and tried to get into it, until Mom spoke. "You know I could rip your heart out." Jill's ass would have contracted, but for Mom's deep insertion. "Don't joke, Mom." "I know about you and Garth. Or I can guess. You both set me up. And now you will pay." Mom had positioned herself so she was inside Jill's legs. When Jill tried to move away, Mom said, "I'm clenching my fist in there, dear, don't hurt yourself." Mom looked at her watch on her free arm, "It's time." There was a knock and Jack Flanagan walked in; the man who had alerted Mom in the first place. He was a lanky Englishman who'd once had money-he could have afforded Mom a few years back. He had apparently lost his fortune, but he and Mom had become friends. "Jill, I believe? I'm Jack. How's the little shag monkey tonight?" Jill was surprised and embarrassed. Again she tried to move but was impaled on Mom's forearm and could not escape. "Jack, be my guest," said Mom. "Little slut, I'm going to let you suck the giant lolly-- for a start." He unzipped his pants. "Mom, how could you? I never hurt you." "Jack, don't hurt her. Jill, be quiet and my hand inside will not hurt you either." Jack offered his thick veined cock to Jill. "Open." He thrust in and simultaneously began kissing Mom. Jill expertly took the cock, her mind racing. He pinched her nipples, thinking her could turn her on. Then she saw they had their eyes closed; she sucked harder and gave a fake moan while reaching for her purse. Finding her cell phone, she speed dialed me over at my friend's just a couple blocks away; she closed the purse. She proceeded to suck Jack off. Mom had opened her eyes by now and evidently enjoyed seeing Jill humbled. "Jack, what should be do to this little slut pussy? I know!" She picked up a serving spoon, I'd left on the coffee table, and smacked Jill smartly, centered on the labia, and hard enough to reach the clit. "Fuck." Jill gasped; her pussy was stinging and she was counting the minutes. Jack said, "I like how she jumps while she sucks, keep it up." And Mom began with the spoon, slapping Jill's wet and tender pussy. Jill could not scream with the cock buried in her throat; the seconds passed so slowly. Hot blood was rushing to her cunt, whose outer lips became bright red. Mom, as a woman, seemed to know just where to hit, down the sides of the labia, and back, always to the battered clit. Hard enough to sting viciously, but not to numb. I saw the number on my cell phone. "Let's go, Rock. Jill has an emergency." "I'll do anything for your sister, you know that." I headed for the door; the two of us, running, arrived in about five minutes. I used my key and we slipped in quietly. I caught sight of Jack and heard Jill moaning in response to Mom's 'spanking'. Rock moved in and clipped Jack on the jaw, sending him sprawling. I grabbed Mom, but saw I couldn't pull her away. With Jill on the end of her arm, she couldn't fend me off. I managed to slip two fingers into her pussy while Rock grabbed her free arm and immobilized her. I curled them up behind Mom's pubis. Mom's temper flashed, "Garth, watch yourself. I'll pull out Jill's guts and wrap them around your prick. Get those fingers out of me!" She thought there was a stand off. "Rock, the lady's not cooperating." I nodded toward Mom's backside. Seeing my meaning, Rock licked two of his large fingers and thrust them into Mom's ass. "You bastard." "Mom, you are to slowly, slowly extract your hand." I pulled at her cunt. "Else you could be seriously ripped." Rock, curling his fingers, pulled her towards himself, stretching her ass. Her face showed surprise; both holes being attacked. Jack, she saw, wasn't quite able to get on his feet again, so the game was over. She started carefully to extract her arm from Jill; we eased up on her holes. Finally the hand slipped out. At first Jill looked like she would cry; then her anger flared as she gingerly checked her swollen anus with her fingers. "I'm not torn, but these two need to be taught a lesson." "I think Jack can help." He was a little unsteady, but definitely seemed not to want to get into a fight with the likes of Rock. "Jack, you are to fuck my Mom's mouth and then come on her face. Rock, you're welcome to Mom's ass, since you've got it going there." After I removed mine, she'd gotten used to Rock's fingers. He was no longer trying to hurt her, and I saw her squirm slightly. Jack stroked her gently, tugging at the nipples and Mom's eyes fluttered. Jill was hugging me and staring at Jack working Mom's ass. I gave her a questioning look. "I think I know how to have our scene. Let's proceed to step one. Garth, be gentle with my ass, but I want you to use it. My quim is still off bounds but would love to have you visit next door." "Jill, are you sure?" "Yes, just take it easy." "Rock, you supervise Jack." I lay beside Jill in the soft rug. I'd felt her tight pussy just for couple minutes, once, in preparing for Mom, and we'd been hamming it up. Now I was invited to enter her most intimately. She was my master in transgression. Taking off my trousers and underwear, I stroked the head of my cock in between my sister's legs. She held her butt cheeks apart. As I moved the head into the bud, I saw Jack suddenly spew his load all over Mom's face. Rock must have read my mind. "Jack, lick it off and get the hell out of here." Mom tried to protest, but Rock has by now inflamed her butt into quite a state; her hips were grinding. Jack cleaned up his jism, trying not to look at Mom, then was out the door like a shot. Jill guided my prick into the entrance, still a little stretched. She winced, but moved her hips toward me; my prick popped past the muscled rings deep into her. I looked over at Rock, and I could see Mom was ready for him. I gave him the nod. Gentleman than he was, he said to her gently, "I'm not going to force you." He worked the two fingers in her ass and stroked her pussy with his other hand. She looked briefly at me to see if I would issue and order, but I didn't. Between the fear and the stimulation, she didn't have much presence of mind left, so when Rock whispered "Fuck?" She said "Yes" then blanched on seeing his enormous cock whose size she had forgotten. With his truncheon, Rock pressed into her dripping ass. I saw her anus gradually give way, till Mom gave a cry and his small bluish apple slipped in. I was jammed into my sister, who surprised me with her energy. She was grinding my cock in complicated circular moves. Only in my dreams had I been in a place so tight, yet perfectly slick. Her anal muscles stroked me, made me shiver, and I felt as if they were drawing the cum out of me. A great tenderness flooded me. "Fuck me," she said, "Fuck my ass." I was feeling filled, ready to burst in my cock; our movements synchronized, then my body started thrashing. "Fuck my ass, shoot it in me." She grabbed my balls, rolled them into her hands, pulled me deeper. I started to shake. I felt entirely inside those slick walls. With a jolt, my body emptied through my prick, and I felt it in a warm flood of cream deep in my sister's ass. Rock, having slowly inserted his whole length, began to thrust, thoroughly enjoying himself. What a sight to see Mom impaled on a tool almost as thick as a beer bottle. Mom had started moaning, and it wasn't in protest. Soon he cried out during a frantic thrust and collapsed onto her as she came. After a few moments of quiet panting, I withdrew from Jill and waited for her move. "Mom" she said. Mom merely grunted contentedly. Rock picked up his things, smiled at me and left. "We haven't hurt you, as you can see, but you must realize who is in charge here. Me. You may complain to the cops, yes, but if you talk to anyone from now on about the tasks we set, I will go to the police. Garth has witnessed you molesting me on many occasions, and has even taped some of them." Mom was silent. "And about your punishment for your and Jack's assault. You could refuse, but Garth saw Jack forcing me into a blowjob with your encouragement. You were involved in a sexual assault against your own daughter." "Jill, I think she sees the point. Tell her what is required." "Mom, you will eat Garth's cum from my ass. Garth, anything to add?" "Mom, there'll be some pussy discipline. For Jill's sake." I picked up the spoon she had used on Jill, and saw Jill's face brighten. "Please, you can't do this," was all my mother could say. "Can't? You brought this on yourself; and for your hesitation there will be some initial entertainment. Jill, go get that large blue dildo from your room and give it to Mom. She scurried off, in great delight, no doubt trying to imagine my 'entertainment.' On her return, she handed the thick weapon to Mom, who looked at me inquiringly. "You are to frig your ass with it. And every time I say 'stop' you will remove it and lick off Rock's cum." "Far out," said my sister, who started to finger herself as soon as Mom started. Mom just her eyes closed, as if to lessen her humiliation in front of us. "Fuck that thing, Mom, get into it," I said. Her hips started thrusting. "All the way in, Mom. That's ten inches." Soon the blue tool had almost disappeared; here was my passageway into this world leaking cum. "Stop," I said. Mom started slipping it out and Jill, entranced, had a couple fingers in her own pussy. She almost came at the sight of Mom licking up Rock's semen. And my pole was up, too. Even after Jill's climax, we continued with Mom another ten minutes, alternate ass frigging and eating. "Well done," I finally said. "Prepare now for your daughter." Mom lay down, and Jill positioned herself above Mom's face but facing Mom's feet. My sister wanted to be able to kiss me and see Mom's pussy get a deserved thrashing. Jill's ass was continuing to leak my jism as she settled on Mom's face. "Begin." Jill began moving her hips slightly. I guess Mom's tongue went in there because Jill closed her eyes. I kissed her and rapped Mom smartly with the spoon; right on her clit. Her body jerked. "Eat my ass!" said Jill grinding down in pleasure. Then I could see her belly tense; she was doing what she'd done with me, forcing the spunk out. My cum was dripping down the side of Mom's face; my sister's sweet ass had drawn so much. I smelled my jism; my mother was slurping away, only breaking off every ten seconds as I spanked her puffy labia, which were becoming a brighter red. I had an image of Jill's head emerging from there. "Suck it all!" said Jill, speeding up her hip motions. Jill reached down to press her own clit and put her over the top. As she did she tensed deliberately one last time before she convulsed. I heard the last of the cum spurt out. Mom's licking sounds got drowned out in her moans, for I had ended the discipline and frigged her tenderized clit. Jill reached for my cock, and when it came in just a few strokes, she directed it to Mom's belly. Jill's tongue was slithering in my mouth. Our pact was firm. We had much to do with our new cum slut--who, I noticed, had a distinctly contented look on her face. "Randall" she said; it was my Dad's name that slipped from her lips as her fingers dabbed in the sticky mess on her stomach. A Beloved Mom's Comeuppance Ch. 3 END. Please vote. Feedback is appreciated and responded to.