"What'ya reading? said my sister.
"Your Lit 202, I suppose. Read me a little"
A demon nation riots in our brains.
"I feel that swarm, sometimes," Julie 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:
Toward the treasures of your person.
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 in law school." She arched an eyebrow.
"Touch�," 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."
"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."
"Yes; my heart was already pounding when we entered the balcony. And I came
like never before."
"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."
Julie wanted to return to the topic at hand. "But doesn't the thrill always
decay?"
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 Julie. "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.'
"Julie, 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. Julie 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 Julie, "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 Julie.
"I hadn't realized she was actually depressed at those times."
"I asked her, 'what's the matter?' one time," said Julie. "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."
Julie'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. Julie filled me in, the next
day.
====
Mom heard the announcements on TV, and Julie heard her say, "Oh shit, not
again," and pour herself a drink. Julie walked in and sat down next to her.
"That's a bummer, Mom." Julie 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. Julie was
at the end and began to massage her neck.
"M.m.," said Mom. Julie moved to her face after a while, and then to her
shoulders. Mom was just relaxing. From Mom's shoulders, Julie 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. Julie brushed them, as if by accident.
Mom didn't move. Julie 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. Julie 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 Julie twisted them, Mom moaned a little.
"Julie, you're my daughter," said Mom, stirring herself. She put her hands on
top of Julie's to keep them from moving. "Of course, Mom" said Julie. "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 Julie that Mom's hands had just
stopped hers, not removed them. Julie pressed against Mom's nipples, her hands
under Mom's. Mom pressed too.
They progressed quickly. Julie got her to remove her sweater and bra, and
Julie began applying lotion. Mom took another drink and surrendered herself, her
breasts, to Julie's tender ministrations. Mom was squirming. Julie 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 Julie 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 Julie 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.
Julie 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. Julie 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 Julie's hand on Mom's, bobbing. Julie 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, Julie began slipping in two of hers, alongside
Mom's two. Julie 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. Julie 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 Julie 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, Julie, I'm cumming. Omigod. Fuck me." I saw a spurt of
juices, and Julie 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 Julie saying, as I quietly closed
the door to my bedroom.
===
Julie and I pow-wowed the next morning. Julie 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, Julie. 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. Julie 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 Julie, "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. Julie 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, Julie 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, Julie arranged to be home with Mom. Mom lost. Julie encouraged
her to have a couple drinks and things proceeded pretty much like before. When
Mom's sweater and bra came off, Julie 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 Julie
removed her top and bra. Those oranges did not droop at all; their tips perked
up, but Mom probably didn't figure it was Julie's arousal that caused it.
"Julie, your breasts are sexy, very attractive."
Julie looked reassured, moved closer, and began stroking Mom's again. Mom lay
face up on the couch and Julie 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. Julie
kept up with her left hand, but with her right, she offered the breast to Mom's
mouth. Mom looked at Julie, and probably to re-assure her, started sucking the
dark nipple. Julie 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. Julie 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, Julie 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 Julie moved Mom's hand into her dark
curls; Mom began stroking Julie, 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 Julie's pushing against her
hand. "Mom I know you really love me," Julie said, kissing her again on the
breasts. Mom's hand was pushed toward Julie's wet slit. Julie gently ground her
hips and felt Mom caressing her, first outside, then just inside her pussy. They
were both getting hot, and Julie squeezed onto the sofa next to Mom. They kissed
and their hands probed each other's pussies.
Julie 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 Julie, as she thrust a couple of fingers
deep in Mom. Mom closed her eyes. Julie 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 Julie's cunt; Julie lowered herself and reached
behind to stimulate Mom's breasts. Mom started licking her and soon Julie was
moaning. Mom reacted to Julie's passion; I heard, "Fuck my tongue, my Baby."
Then Julie 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 Julie's pussy lips, and Julie 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. Julie was grinding her
pussy into Mom's face when Mom's body began bucking in climax, her cunt spasming
around my fingers. I heard Julie 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. Julie
got off Mom's face, which was shining in Julie's juices.
Mom opened her eyes and smiled a Julie, 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; Julie 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." Julie 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. Julie and I agreed it was
best to let a little time pass, but Julie 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 Julie. "Remember he loves you as much as I do," which was the one
true thing Julie said, but Mom missed the real meaning.
Julie 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 Julie. "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."
Julie 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. Julie 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, Julie
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 Julie jumped to her feet, and ran towards her. Mom's arms
instinctively reached open, and her face settled as Julie's sobs burst out. Mom
stroked her head, "Mom, it was awful!! He made me do it," said Julie, 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 Julie. "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 Julie
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.
Julie 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 Julie's pussy; your
scene made me crazy. I 'll have some cunt." That was the opening.
"Julie, honey." Mom said, protecting her in her arms. "I was not here for you
for so long; now I am." Julie hugged her. All three of us were silent. To tip
the balance, Julie 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?" Julie 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.
Julie 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. Julie, you will go at it with Mom; then I will join; Mom, I'll fuck you
instead; I'll touch Julie, but her precious little cunt will be safe."
"You bastard," said Mom. "I'll go ahead, if Julie 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." Julie said, with less resolve, "Mom, you shouldn't have to do this."
"I will," said Mom, "and I understand you have no choice." Julie looked at me
meaningfully. I directed them to take off their clothes; then for Julie to begin
caressing Mom.
I sat in the chair, cock wooden, as Julie 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," Julie kept saying, "Just pay attention to me," so gently, and Mom stroked
Julie's cheek and kept her eyes closed. "Honey, I love you," said Mom. I
signaled to Julie to intensify, and Julie 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 Julie 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. Julie began grinding her cunt on
Mom's face as I positioned myself. Mom's tongue must have been at work, for
Julie'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 Julie; 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. Julie's face was glowing in ecstasy. I
smelled Mom's musk, watched Julie's contortions as I rolled Julie's nipples in
my fingers; Mom's body, accustomed to Julie'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 Julie; a grossly distended vulva, opening to
Julie'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.
Julie 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, Julie's eyes rolled back
and she felt as it she herself were receiving me. We'd made the ultimate bond;
Julie 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.