Chapter 233 - 1

"She'll be here. I talked to her this morning and she was coming. Why don't you wait upstairs in your room? You can get ready."

Brad looked at her and gave her a smile. 'Getting ready' meant looking at some dirty magazines so he would come to the bed in an aroused state. Sharon had thought it would be less awkward for Brenda.

"O.K., Mom," Brad said. He started walking toward the way upstairs but stopped in the doorway to say, "But if Brenda chickens out, you're going to be the one on the receiving end later on."

'I almost wish Brenda does not show up,' Sharon thought after he tromped upstairs. She put the magazine down that she had been thumbing through and walked to the window herself.

The last couple of days had been very strange. She had never needed her son like she had since she had suggested her idea to Brenda. It might have awakened some desires of her own to have another child because she had fucked Brad every day since Monday. Yesterday, she had taken him in the morning again, wanting him to have all night to build up for Brenda.

Down in the valley, a car made the turn onto their road. Too far away to tell if it was Brenda but the car was the same color as hers. Sharon walked to the front door and went out onto the front porch. She could hear the phone from the porch if it wasn't Brenda coming up the road.

But it was. Brenda pulled her car into the driveway as Sharon gave her a welcoming wave.

My knees are shaking, thought Sharon. What must Brenda be going through!

"Good morning," Brenda said, getting out of the car and opening the back door to pull out a small travel bag.

"Morning, dear. How are you feeling today?" Sharon said walking down the steps to meet her halfway. They hugged briefly in the sunshine.

"A little excited, actually," Brenda said when they unclenched.

Sharon hadn't expected her to be so together; she had thought she would have to bolster her courage. But Brenda was all smiles.

"Well then, come on in," Sharon said. They went inside and Sharon asked Brenda to sit at the kitchen table for a moment.

"Where's Brad?" Brenda asked, placing her bag on the table and sitting down.

"He's upstairs in his room. I thought we'd keep him there until we were ready for him," Sharon said as she poured them some ice tea. "I think there are a few things to cover before we go up."

"Sure, what?" Brenda asked as she took the glass of ice tea and Sharon sat down opposite from her at the table.

"Well, we've talked about how best to do this. You'll be wearing the nightshirt and be under the covers. Brad will get under the covers and remove his shorts. Now, he'll have a full erection when he gets into bed."

Brenda made a little smile at that and Sharon stopped.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Sharon....just hearing you talk about Brad that way..."

"I know. It feels strange, believe me," Sharon said and they both had a little laugh. "Now, getting back to the subject...uh, Brad has told me that he is....fairly well endowed."

'If she only knew how I really knew!' Sharon thought as she watched Brenda mull over what she had said. For all Sharon knew, Chris might be the same way but Sharon wanted to warn Brenda right up front so the supposed surprise wouldn't stall things once they were upstairs.

"Did he qualify that anymore?" Brenda said.

"No, but I've got some lubricant upstairs, if you didn't bring any."

"You know, I didn't even think about that.....Sharon, I've got a little confession to make. Sitting here, I feel like it's the first night of my honeymoon. I mean, my body is excited....that way."

God, she's telling me she's wet for Brad! Sharon thought.

"Brenda, uh....that's understandable, dear. You're just thinking about being with child...that's all it is," Sharon rationalized for her.

"Yeah," Brenda agreed.

"You know, we're walking a tightrope here, dear," Sharon continued. "It's natural for us to get excited over the sexual act. That's why we do it even when we are not trying to have babies. But here we're trying to stay professional about it which is really sort of unnatural....so, don't feel bad for feeling the things you usually feel during sex. It's just natural."

"Whew! Sharon, I'm so glad you know what I'm going through....the only thing that scared me about all this was, what if....I enjoyed the act with Brad to the extent that I, um, had an orgasm," Brenda confessed.

Sharon realized there was another dynamic at work besides Brenda's baby-making desires. She could be mistaken but she thought Brenda was looking forward to getting fucked by Brad for other reasons.

"Brenda, it could happen and there would be nothing wrong with it if it did. I don't have to tell you how good it can feel. You're not going to be up there shaking hands!" Sharon joked and Brenda laughed again. "Besides, you could be fantasizing about Chris, right?"

"Sharon, you're so cool," Brenda said. "I'm glad I married your son."

"You know how much I like having you in the family," Sharon responded, patting her hand. "Ready to go up?"

"Sure." Brenda stood up with her bag and they headed upstairs.

* * * * * *

Brenda pulled the nightshirt down over her hips and reached up to pull her hair from out of the neck of the sleepshirt. The shorts and blouse she had worn were stacked neatly on the counter in Sharon's bedroom bath.

"God, calm down," she whispered to her reflection. Her nipples were more than apparent through the nightshirt's fabric. She wished she had brought a bra. And under the shirt, her womanhood was tingling with moisture.

This is not going to be like your dreams, she told herself.

She opened the door and walked out into Sharon's bedroom, where her mother-in-law sat on her bed.

"That shirt will do nicely," Sharon said. "Brad won't see a stitch of you. Come on and get into bed."

Her mother-in-law held the sheets up and Brenda crawled into bed.

"Now, there's some lubricant here," Sharon said, motioning to the bookcase headboard of the bed. She saw a small bottle of oil sitting there. "My suggestion is use a lot....we want things to go right the first time. We should bring Brad in, then I'll take him out afterward so you don't feel uncomfortable."

"You'll take him out?"

"Yes, I'll be over in that chair."

Sharon tilted her head toward a chair on the opposite side of the room beyond the foot of the bed.

"So, you'll be in the room during.....?!" Brenda was a little surprised. It wasn't that she was against the idea. Maybe not being alone with Brad was a good idea really. Having his mother in the room would keep Brad in line she supposed. But she was surprised that Sharon would want to be. . .it was sort of weird.

"Yes," Sharon answered, "I thought that if I were in the room, I could monitor things. I think Chris, if he ever were to find out, would appreciate me not leaving you two alone. Does that make any sense?"

"Yeah, that does make sense, I guess. . ." she conceded. "Brad knows about this?"

"Yes, I told him and he didn't seem to have any problem with it. I'll be way over there and with the covers over you, I won't see anything."

"Oh, I know that," she said. "It's fine with me."

"Good, I'll go check on Brad and let you have a few moments. I'll come back to see if you're ready and then go back and tell Brad to come in when he's ready....oh, let me get a towel for you."

Sharon walked into the bathroom and came back with a towel.

"Spread this under you so the oil doesn't get all over. . .I'll be back in a few minutes." Sharon went out, closing the door behind her.

Brenda threw back the covers and arranged the towel perpendicular to her body under her bottom. She pulled the covers back over her and raised her legs so her knees made a tent. She took the bottle of oil, carefully opened it and poured some on the fingers of her left hand, transporting the oil between her legs that way.

She worked her fingers into the soft, neat folds of her sex. She had freshly shaved the area the day before, leaving only a tuft of dark hair near the top. She took Sharon's advise and used a lot of the oil, enjoying having to use her fingers to hold herself open so the oil would slicken everything up.

God, bring Brad on! she half-joked, sitting the bottle back on the headboard.

Look at those fucking titties! Brad said to himself. They defied belief. Big, round jugs with nipples that stuck upward, instead of straight out.

He turned the page of the Hustler magazine as the door to his bedroom opened and his mother walked in without knocking. She closed the door behind her and leaned against it.

"She here?" he asked, laying the magazine down. He saw her looking at his hard cock as it lay on his belly before she answered.

"Yes and, in a few minutes, she's going to be ready for you," his mother said, walking over to sit by him on the bed. "I can see you're ready for her."

"So, what kind of a mood is she in? She nervous?" he asked.

"Hardly!" his mother said with a short chuckle.

"Whatthehell does that mean?"

"I think she's looking forward to it," his mother said, lifting her hand to slowly trace her fingers on the bottom of his erection. "She admitted that she was excited and she was looking for excuses if you got her off."

"Mother, don't fuck with my mind!" he said, looking at her to see if she was pulling his hog. He couldn't see any deception.

"Brad, I'm not kidding about this. I'm only telling you so it doesn't surprise you. If it happens, if you get her off, don't make a big deal out of it in front of her. I want you to be a gentleman....if you screw this up, it's going to be quite some time before we sleep together again."

"Mom, don't worry. I know the drill. She's okay with you in the room?"

"Yes, she saw the logic in that."

"I wonder what she'd say if she knew you just wanted to hear her squeal when I lay the pipe to her!"

That had been the thing that he had learned on Monday morning. His mother was turned-on by the whole baby-making thing. She'd finally admitted that watching them would be a real turn on. Brad and she had finally worked out the sitting-in-the-chair-to-protect-Chris plan. She wasn't going to be able to watch but she'd hear most everything - the squeaking bed, her groans and this loud, finishing grunt that he had auditioned for her so she would know right when he was cumming.

"Be nice, baby," his mother mockingly scolded him as she got up. "I'll be right back, so get your shorts on." She went out of his bedroom, leaving the door open.

Mother's gonna need a fucking herself after this! he thought gleefully as she pulled on a ratty pair of Bermuda shorts and zipped them up carefully to avoid catching himself in the zipper. The shorts did little to hide the big bulge but he'd chosen them for that reason. Give Brenda a little idea of what she's gonna be getting!

He went to his bedroom door and looked down toward his mother's bedroom. Her door was closed, so he hung out in his doorjamb.

Her bedroom door opened and his mother leaned out to him. She motioned him with a forefinger and a smile, out of Brenda's sight, to come to her room.

* * * * * *

"He's coming," her mother-in-law said as she turned back to her.

"Here goes nothing," she said and Sharon smiled at her.

Then Brad came through the door. He was wearing a pair of old shorts and Brenda couldn't help but notice the tent in the front. And Brad didn't try to hide it, she thought. He just stood there with his hands on his hips as his mother closed the door behind him.

"Hi, Brad," she said, not looking away.

"Hey, Brenda," he said nicely as he walked to the other side of the bed and crawled under the sheets. It was a king-size bed so he was still some way from her. "Ready to make a baby?"

"Brad!" his mother said, looking away miffed as she walked to the foot of the bed.

"Mom, that's what we're here for, right?" Brad said as she felt him removing his shorts.

"Just keep the talking to a minimum," Sharon told him. "This is a stressful situation, especially for Brenda."

"I'm sorry if I offended you, Brenda," Brad muttered as he threw his shorts on top of the covers.

"It's all right, Brad," she said, "Your mother is trying to watch out for me. But everything's okay, Sharon. Brad and I will just do this and that'll be that. Right, Brad?"

"Nothing to it," Brad agreed. "People been doing it forever."

Brenda liked that thought. Brad seemed to be at ease and ready to do his duty for their family.

"Well, I'll be over here," Sharon said and she walked over and sat in her chair.

Brad slid closer to her and Brenda lay down fully, using her hands to pull her hair up so it wouldn't be under her. It was a motion she usually did in her bed with her husband but now she was doing it for his younger brother. And it excited her.

Brad then moved over her. He supported his weight on his hands, holding his chest about six inches above her as his knees found the space between her legs. She made the space wider and raised her knees. She started to inch up the hem of her nightshirt with her hands to expose her womanhood.

All of a sudden, Brad leaned back on his knees, his upper body moving up as his hands grabbed the sheets like a cape. Looked down without thinking and she was looking right at Brad's erection.

"Oh," she said in surprise. Brad was hung like a pony! She'd never seen an organ that thick!

Then, just as quickly, Brad lowered himself back over her, pulling the covers up around their shoulders.

* * * * * *

Brenda took the bait! Brad thought, unable to stop a big smile. He'd been thinking about that maneuver since they had set down the rules of the session. Dangled Big Chubby in front of her and she got an eyeful!

His mother, sitting back behind them in her chair, would not have seen anything. As far as she knew, he was just going to get in and get out. But he wanted to test his sister-in-law, especially if she had told his mother she was excited. The next couple of seconds would tell if this was going to be fun for both of them or just a great masturbation for him.

Brenda looked up at him again and her face had lost that detached, all-business look. She looked turned on! Brad decided to press the issue immediately. He lowered himself down on her until his chest was pressing against her shirt-clad bosom and erection was digging into her shrouded crotch.

"If we whisper, Mom won't hear us," he said very softly.

"We shouldn't talk," Brenda whispered back but it didn't sound fully sincere.

"Brenda, I want to be honest with you....I've wanted to fuck you for a long time. I want you to fuck me back...not just lay there."

Her eyes widened a little and her tongue tip wetted her lips.

"I don't want to cheat on Chris," she whispered finally.

"This is cheating. Don't kid yourself...let's enjoy it, Brenda. It's like a 'One Free Cheating' card in Monopoly." He rubbed his erection against the soft splay of her legs and she drew in a little shuddering breath. Oh, see wanted him all right. "Brenda, I want you to let yourself go. This is going to be our secret."

She remained silent but her hands came up to softly hold his sides.

"Did you see my cock?" he continued softly.

"Yes."

"You're going to love it in your pussy," he whispered confidently.

"Brad, you shouldn't talk like that," Brenda said weakly, closing her eyes.

"All right...act like you don't want it," he whispered, "but pull your shirt up just the same." He waited a few beats, wondering if she'd call the whole thing off just to try and prove to him that she wasn't hot for it.

But then her hands moved down and he felt her shirt being dragged upward under his erection.

Then, he felt hair and the soft, warm feathery folds of her womanhood touching the bottom of his manhood. He was surprised by the textures; he'd imagined Brenda would be more Au natural like his mother. It felt like Brenda had shaved herself bare!

Man, I wish I could do the whole nine yards on her. I'd love to get a look at that pussy....work her over with my tongue a bit! Brad wished but he knew he'd never get the chance. Still, he was going to bang her pussy!

He worked his hips back a little and felt the head of his prick slide down out of hair into hot fleshy skin, the inner labia of his sister-in-law. Somewhere in there was her pussy hole and he prodded her crotch several times looking for that sweet spot. But he was so erect, he couldn't get it down far enough; he kept rubbing into what had to be her clit because he kept feeling hair too.

"Lower," Brenda whispered.

He had reach back between them with his right hand and push himself down. He was pressing into her skin, pushing down and then it found the mark. Most of the head slid into her oiled groove and then, when he felt the going get a little tough, he stopped. He wanted to be sure he went slowly as always.

"I'm gonna take it slow. Ready?" he said in a normal voice. It was O.K. for his mother to hear that. In fact, he wanted her to. He hadn't forgot she was back there.

Brenda didn't say anything, just kept her eyes closed but her hands gripped his sides a little harder.

I'll take that as a Go-Ahead.

He pressed forward and he felt the flared head of his cock pop through the gateway of her pussy. The ring of her pussy portal clamped around his shaft as he inched it in.

* * * * * *

How did he know?...Could he see it on my face? Brenda wasn't able to answer the questions in her mind. Not with Brad's thick member sliding into her excited body. All she knew was that Brad stirred her up even more the way he had talked to her. I'm going to cum...I know I am...he's going to start fucking me and I'll cum...he'll feel me cumming!

He was just opening her up, pushing his surprising fullness slowly in. She tried to relax her loins but, instinctively, they cramped up in delicious shivers around the intruding but oh-so-welcomed cock of her husband's brother.

"You got it all," Brad whispered above her and she felt his pubic bone pushing into her and what she knew must be his balls against the lower swells of her flattened asscheeks. "God, you feel good, Brenda."

So do you! she wanted to tell him but she bit her lip. It was going to be hard to be around Brad as it was after all this was over.

He left himself all the way in her and it was all she could focus on. If he'd started moving it in and out, she could have gone on to something else, kept her mind out of things. But he left it in and it burned a hole in her mind.

The dream came back to her, his girth was like that in the dream, his skin was pressing on her exposed clit, his heavy scrotum against her ass, full of baby-syrup, he'd be spurting it in her!

Her skin went all prickly all of a sudden. The nightshirt, the thin cotton nightshirt, suddenly felt like a wool blanket, her body was burning up. The heat was mentally generated, not real.

No...not yet!! she managed to think right before her pussy started convulsing around Brad's cock. She'd cum and he hadn't even started fucking her!

"UUUHHH!" she gasp loudly before she could stop herself.

* * * * * *

Sharon was wondering what was happening under the covers of her bed. Things seemed to be taking an awfully long time to get started. She hoped it was just Brad being very careful with his sister-in-law's feelings and body.

"I'm gonna take it slow. Ready?" she heard her son say from under the covers.

Sharon sat back in her chair.

She knew what was happening now. Brad was working himself into her body. Sharon crossed her legs, feeling a warmness growing in her own loins. She knew what Brenda was feeling right at that moment, she knew the satisfying feeling of having Brad as a lover.She thought she heard some whispering from under the covers after a moment. She began to lean forward when a loud "UUUHHH!" filled the bedroom. It was definitely Brenda and Sharon took it for what it was - an expression of sexual stimulation.

The covers over their legs began moving but it wasn't the thrusting motion she had been expecting; it was more of a thrashing motion. It quieted down after a few seconds.

Is that it? Sharon thought. I would have thought Brad would have lasted longer than that....but it is Brenda and he might have gotten too excited.

She was thinking about speaking out but then the covers started moving the way she had envisioned. Brad's ass was pumping!

* * * * * *

She is fucking hot! Brad swore to himself as Brenda's pussy jerked around his skewering prick. Cumming all over my cock....oh, I'm gonna take her there again....gonna fuck her good!

She was working her cumming cunt in a circle under him, her sharp fingernails were digging in his sides, her thighs squeezing his hips tightly. Her pretty face was all scrunched, mirroring the sexual turmoil in her now juicy twat.

And then...right there....a slight, slight smile on her lips as her face began to slacken and her climactic movements ended.

Oh yeah! She enjoyed that all right....God, I can't believe Chris gets this whenever he wants! He let his weight down on her, wanting to feel her curvaceous form all up and down his torso. Her round tits squashed themselves out and he could feel her hard nipples through the shirt. His face slipped past hers, his cheek rubbing hers. He could smell the fruity variety of shampoo in her hair which was fanned on the pillow under her head.

Her hands slipped around his back, holding him to her. And then he felt her face turning to him slightly, pressing itself against his hair. Then he felt the kisses she was making, her lips rooting through his hair, coming upon his ear, kissing his ear!

"Yeah," he said softly and began fucking her.

Her pussy was stretched by that time and only clung a little as he rolled his hips, withdrawing only about two inches from her hot, rich confines on each slow piston-like pump.

Brenda's hot breath blew in his ear every time he pushed in as far as he could. He began to mix up his rhythm, sometimes doing his thrusts quicker, sometimes slower, sometimes with no rhyme or reason. Always, her breath filled his ear when he filled her.

Her hands did not stay on his back. They started doing circles, rubbing him, always moving a little lower. They were almost to the swell of his ass when he gave her a really hard thrust. Just like he'd hoped, her hands grabbed his dimpled asscheeks.

With Brenda's small hands clutching his naked ass, he began to really fuck her. She started moaning loudly, right into his ear. It sounded deafening to him but it was certainly loud enough to fill the bedroom.

* * * * * *

"Uuuuuhhhh...uuuuUUUGGGHH.....Oooohhhh!"

Brenda wasn't even aware she was making those noises. All she was aware of was Brad's husky prick pounding her pussy like she hadn't had in years. Oh, Chris got her off and she was always satisfied but..... this fucking was torrid.

It reminded her of the high school days. She'd been popular back then because she had developed early and because she'd been a "loose" girl. There'd been a line of seniors waiting for her every year and she'd called a lot of their numbers. All those nights in the back of cars, guys so horny they'd just pull her skirt and panties off and mount her. No finesse back then, they'd stop thrust as fast and as long as they could. Their weight pinning her, hard cock slamming in her... she'd loved it.

The irony was incredible - by some miracle, she'd hadn't gotten knocked up in her backseat ballets and now, here she was, mostly clothed, holding the churning ass of a teenager, hoping that his sperm was going to create a life in her belly!

* * * * * *

Sharon Larrington sat in her chair, a hand on her throat to represent the shock of hearing Brenda getting so excited by her son's fucking and the other hand under her skirt for the same reason. The front of her panties were damp, her fingers rubbing the material into her own sopping slit.

Oh Brenda!. .I know!. ..I know! Sharon said to herself.

In front of her, her bed was squeaking away as it always did when she and Brad made love. The covers were lifting and falling in the familiar hurried heaving of her son's ass. Brenda kept moaning and huffing.

I've got to get a hold of myself, Sharon realized, pulling her hand from under her skirt. In a few minutes, she'd be shooing Brad out and trying to present an impartial, caring front to Brenda.

* * * * * *

Under the covers, Brad could feel his balls aching to unload in his brother's wife. Fucking her was better than he'd imagined it could be - she was fucking him back, throwing her cunt up at him and pulling him into her bald box at the same time.

And he was taking liberties as well - his left hand was up under her nightshirt now, squeezing and kneading her right breast. His tongue was in her left ear. He was using his erection like a spade, sending it almost straight down into Brenda, the top of his shaft rubbing her clit just like Mom had taught him. Brenda tossed her head away from him, her groans whipping upward, building to a crescendo.

"UHHHHH.....Oooh.....oOOOHH....HHHHHUUUUUUU!"

Brenda's body torqued under him as her pussy blew up in a second orgasm, this one much bigger than the first.

It was just the excuse he was looking for. He shoved into her as deep as he could and let loose.

"OOOHYYEAAAAHHH!" he shouted, totally forgetting the grunt he'd told his mother he would make. His cum jetted into Brenda's roiling vagina in shuddering spurts, each feeling better than the first!

* * * * * *

Oh, God help me, that was so good, Brenda thought as they became still. She could feel her womb awash in Brad's seed and she said a quick silent prayer that she would become pregnant. She'd wanted the actual conception to be memorable and this certainly would be.

"Thank you," she whispered toward Brad's ear.

"Have you two....finished?" Brad's mother's voice called.

I forgot all about her....she heard everything! Brenda thought, her face becoming red with embarrassment. She gave a push up at Brad to get him moving out and off of her and she pushed at the inside of his elbow, trying to get him to remove his hand from under her nightshirt.

"Yes," she answered Mrs. Larrington's question.

Brad pushed himself up off her, going back on his knees as his deflating cock slipped out of her, the covers falling down behind his ass. His eyes dropped down and Brenda realized he was staring right at her spermy sex. Quickly, she pulled the nightshirt down just as his mother came into sight on his left.

"Are you all right?" his mother said kindly.

"Yeah..." Brenda answered, "uh....Brad did his job."

"I certainly did!" Brad said, not even moving to cover himself. And in front of his own mother!

"Brad, get your shorts on and let us be alone, if you don't mind," his mother said, keeping her gaze averted.

"All right," he said toward his mother. But before he moved off the bed, he reached down to rub her left knee and said, "I hope that gives you what you want."

He said it was such sincerity, Brenda thought, and in the emotional state she was in, she teared up.

Brad climbed off the bed without putting on his shorts. He just picked them up off the bed and walked out of the room.

"You sure you're okay?" his mother asked, sitting beside her to stroke her forehead.

"I feel good, Sharon, really I do."

"Well, let's get your hips elevated," Sharon said, taking some of the pillows in her hands. In a few moments, they had several pillows and the towel under her.

"I know this is a position feels stupid but I want you to stay like this for about an hour," Sharon said, again sitting down beside her to rub her arm. Mrs. Larrington had a look on her face like she had at her wedding to Chris. "I'm very proud of you, Brenda....you're doing a good thing for the family."

"Sharon, I hope I didn't embarrass you before..." Brenda started, then trailed off.

"No, why would you think that?"

"I didn't maintain much control before...I was too verbal, wasn't I?"

Sharon laughed softly. "Brenda, I've had two kids. When you make a baby, it's always like that. We talked about that before. Now, I want you to just relax and think good thoughts until I come back. Who knows, something could be happening in you right now."

Sharon leaned over and gave her a kiss on the forehead. Then, she stood and headed to leave the bedroom.

"I'll be back in a bit," she promised as she closed the door behind her.

Brenda closed her eyes and daydreamed about the baby. . . .and Brad.

* * * * * *

Brad's going to be impossible to live with, Sharon predicted as she walked down to his bedroom. He'll be cockier than ever after his performance with Brenda.

Sharon smiled. That wasn't so bad for her.

She opened the door to his room but found it empty. She walked back to the staircase and went downstairs. She found her son in the kitchen making a tuna salad sandwich. He gave her a shit-eating grin when she walked into the room.

"That Brenda is hot-to-trot," he said excitedly. "Man, I had her going!"

"Brad, keep your voice down," she said. He didn't realize how loud he was and in a still house...

"Come on, loosen up, Mom," he said quieter. "Did you hear her? She came twice!"

Sharon felt herself getting mad and she didn't know why. Then, she realized she was jealous. That was a stupid thing to be - Brad would still be hers after all this was through. But it still sort of stung.

"Of course, I heard her. I was sitting right there," she said as she leaned back against the counter.

"So?...did you like listening to us?" Brad said with a wink as he closed up the bread bag.

"What do you think?" she said evasively. She was reluctant to tell him how turned on she had become listening to Brenda's moans and the squeaking bed.

"I think you liked it, Mom," he said, walking up to her. He was three inches taller than she, so she tilted her head back slightly to keep looking at his eyes. They were full of mischief, even after the energetic sex he'd just had upstairs. "I bet it got you all hot too."

He grabbed her breasts through her blouse and she had to stop him with a swipe of her hand.

"Brad, you know better. Not where someone could see." One of her greatest fears was that someone from a neighboring house would spot her and her son doing something illicit. The chances were slim because the homes in their neighborhood up sat on two and a half acre lots. But it was too chancy. "Besides, Brenda is upstairs."

"She's up on the blocks, right?" He was refering to the elevated hips.

"Yes, but...."

"Then we don't have to worry about her," he said and he pinned her against the counter with his body.

"Brad, stop it!"

"Sssshh....I just want to check you out," he said with a chuckle, his right hand going to her bare leg below the hem of her skirt. He began to slide it upward onto her thigh, his wrist pulling the front of her skirt up with it.

She didn't make another move to stop him. He was still high from doing Brenda and she had no way to get loose, if she wanted to. She put her hands on his shoulders to steady herself as he pressed his fingers into the thin cotton panties covering her sex.

"I feel a little wetness here," Brad said with a leering smile. She kept quiet as he looped his fingers in the bottom of her panties but drew in a sharp breath as he wormed a finger into her pussy. "Nice and slick, Mom. . .did you finger yourself while you watched us?"

"No....but I wanted to." She didn't feel terribly embarrassed to tell him that now. She couldn't deny what he was feeling with his finger.

Brad leaned away from her, pulling his finger from her forbidden furrow. He took her by the hand and started to pull her across the kitchen.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Come on....come back here."

He walked her through the back entrance hall that contained her washer and dryer and into the back bathroom, closing the door behind them. Immediately to his left was the bathtub which had a window over it. He stepped into it with one foot and pulled down the sash which would stop anyone from looking in.

"Brad, why don't we wait, honey?" she said as he moved toward her. "Once Brenda is gone, we'll have the rest of the day."

"Let me take care of you," he said, pulling her skirt up. "You're the only one that hasn't gotten off yet in this crazy house."

He steered her back against the wall beside the toilet. She grasp the hem of her raised skirt and held it up as he hooked his fingers in the top of her panties. He went to his knees on the shag toilet rug, pulling her panties down to mid-thigh as he went down. He slid her panties down to her ankles, his eyes staring at her pussy.

This is not a good idea with Brenda in the house....but.... Sharon told herself but she put aside reason and wantonly untangled her left low-heeled shoe from her panties and propped her foot up on the toilet lid, giving her hunky son the open thighs he wanted.

Brad scooted closer, his hands sliding up the back of her thighs to hold her ass as he buried his face against her damp sex mound. She sucked in an excited breath as her son began to suck on her pussy. She started to moan as Brad worked her furry slit with his tongue and lips.

Brenda can't hear us.....she's way upstairs, Sharon told herself, letting natural moans escape her lips. I'm going to cum soon...all over my son's tongue.....and then I'll go back upstairs....and no one will know!

"MMMMMMmmmmmMMMMM. . .MMMMMmmmOOOOOHH. . .AAH. . .ooohhhh. . .mmmMMMMMM. . .uuuuuhhhhh. . .OOOOOOHH!"

The small bathroom filled with her unrestrained encouraging groans as she began to grind her cunt on her son's face, his hands pulling her feminine furrow tight on his knowing mouth.

She pulled the top of her skirt tight against her stomach and looked down at the fleshy folds of her mons as they rubbed on Brad's mouth and nose. His eyes were open looking up at her, egging her on. She felt his tongue press into the oily hole of her pussy, felt him breathing like a enraged bull right up her cunt!

"OHBRAD!" she cried, much louder than she wanted, as she closed her eyes and grabbed handfuls of her son's long hair. Her skirt, forgotten, dropped down to cover his head. She began to really fuck herself on Brad's face, rolling her hips crazily, feeling his nose raking back and forth on her clit.

"MMMMMMHHHHHMMM....OOOOHHHHHHHEEEWWWWW!" she moaned loudly as her pussy exploded in release. She felt Brad sucking and sucking, felt him pushing her back against the wall as her shoe slipped off the toilet seat and she threatened to keel over on him. Her thighs shivered as Brad tongued her beautifully down through the pent-up passion that his episode with Brenda had created.

A minute later, she raised her skirt back up and watched as Brad kissed her matted pubes.

"That ought to hold you over for awhile," he said with a smile.

* * * * * *

Brenda opened her eyes as the bedroom door opened. Sharon walked in, smiling as she usually was.

"How we doing?" Sharon said, walking around the bed.

"Just fine."

"I think you can get up now. Would you like to take a shower?"

"No, I'll take one at home," Brenda said, swinging her feet onto the floor as she sat up. "I think I'll just go and relax until Chris gets home tonight."

"And then....." Sharon said as she helped Brenda stand. They had talked about what she should do later.

"And then, I'll make love to Chris. And we'll make a baby." Both knew that any baby would be Brad's but there would always be the possibility that it would be her husband's. And that would be something to hold onto in the years ahead.

"That's my girl," Sharon said, giving her a hug. "Now, go and get dressed and I'll see you downstairs."

Sharon headed back downstairs and Brenda wondered what had put the light gait in her mother-in-law's step. She marked it up to the thought of having a grandchild to spoil.

Brenda turned and went into the bathroom to put her clothes back on.

* * * * * *

Brad gave his mother's ass a quick feel as she walked by the kitchen table. She slapped his hand away and gave him a nasty look as the sound of feet descending the stairs announced the eminent appearance of Brenda in the kitchen.

She won't be slapping my hand once she ushers Brenda out, Brad thought to himself. He'd given her a good orgasm with his mouth but he knew he would be able to convince her into a more fulfilling fucking. His dick was hard just thinking about slipping his meat to his mother all afternoon.

Brenda stepped into the kitchen, dressed again in the clothes she had arrived in. He saw the way Brenda looked at him - there was something in that look. He'd definitely won her over! She was looking at him like a love-sick puppy.

"Brenda, you look absolutely radiant," his mother said, laying it on thick he thought. Brenda didn't look all that different from when she came except maybe her hair which was sort of mussed up.

"I feel good," Brenda said. "Let's keep our fingers crossed, huh?"

"We certainly will. You've got everything? Okay then. . .I'll walk you out," his mother began to take Brenda toward the front door.

"Thanks, Brad." Brenda said over her shoulder.

"My pleasure," he replied, rising to his feet to follow them.

His mother kept up a constant stream of good thoughts and suggestions on how Brenda should spend the rest of her day as she walked Brenda to her car. Brenda got behind the wheel, started the car and, after a motherly peck on the cheek from his mother, she backed out of the driveway as his mother came up the stairs to join him on the porch.

"Bye, dear!" his mother called as Brenda put the car in Drive and started down the road.

"Bye, Brenda....thanks for the fuck!" he said only loud enough for his mother to hear. She gave him a wry smile.

"Brad, why don't you thank me as well? I'm the one that arranged the whole thing," she said as she went by him, heading back inside.

"Hell, Mom, I plan to thank you all day long," he boasted as he closed the front door behind them and wrapped his arms around her from the back.

"Brad! Not out here," she whined as he pushed his boner into the small of her back.

"Come on, Mom. You liked it in the bathroom. Let's christen the living room." He wanted to get wild after being with Brenda and doing his mother on the family couch sounded like a hot time. She was definitely paranoid about doing anything sexual downstairs but this was probably going to be his best chance. She wanted it as much as he.

Keeping this left arm wrapped around her waist, he dove his right hand up under her skirt. "No one can see in the windows. The house is darker than the outside. Someone would have to be on the front porch to have any chance of seeing us. And we'd see any car that pulled up."

"Ooohhhh, Braaaddd!" his mother said with a shudder as his fingers teased her unpantied cunt. She hadn't put her panties back on after the bathroom cunnilingus session. "No, let's go upstairs, baby!"

"No! We're going to do it right here on the couch," he said, walking them both toward the sofa. "Come on, do it with me here and I'll do whatever you want the rest of the day."

That got her! he thought. She seemed to relax, stopped resisting him.

They were in front of the couch and she began to spin in his arm. He let her turn around until she was facing him, her pretty face upturned to his. Her smile told him he had won."Anything I want?" she said, her hand finding the bulge in his shorts.

"Yeah, whatever you what. I'll do it." He wondered what she had in mind but whatever it was, he was sure to enjoy it too. He moved past her, pulled down his shorts and underwear and sat down on the couch. His stiff cock wagged drunkenly above his belly, beckoning his mother. "Suck me awhile and I'll watch for anyone pulling in the driveway. And then you can sit on it backwards and keep a lookout while we fuck."

His mother looked out the front window, then back to him.

"You've got it all figured out, don't you?" she said, unzipping the back of her skirt. With a little shake of her hips, the skirt pooled around her ankles. She made no move to take off her blouse which was just long enough to hide her pussy from his view. "I'm only doing this to make you my slave for the rest of the day. Don't think we're going to be doing this all the time down here."

He opened his knees wider as his mother stepped out of her skirt and dropped to her knees between his legs.

Part Five

"SHIT!" Brenda yelled at the steering wheel of her coasting car. She couldn't believe that she hadn't checked the gasoline meter when she got in the car that morning. Now here it was, pegged on EMPTY and she turned her car off the road far enough to not obstruct other drivers.

Okay, just relax, she thought as she turned the dead car off. Don't let this ruin a memorable day.

The nearest gas station was near the freeway. She thought it was at least a mile away. There were several houses nearby she could go to and use a phone. But it was only about a quarter mile back to Sharon's house. She decided to walk back and ask Sharon for a ride to the gas station or maybe borrow some gas that Brad might have for his cycle.

She stuffed her bag out of sight under the passenger seat, got out, locked the car and started walking back to her mother-in-law's home.

"They'll be surprised to see me again," she muttered.

* * * * * *

"Mmmmmm....nice and slow...uuhh," Brad grunted as his horny mother slowly swallowed all the prick she could, her lips sliding more than halfway down his shaft as he watched through half-closed eyes.

She wasn't just blowing him -- she was making love to his cock. She'd used her tongue on his cockhead for almost five minutes, swabbing his puffy glans with butterfly licks or twirling her spitty tongue around his head like she was trying to keep an ice cream cone from dripping.

Now she was using her whole mouth, nursing on his manhood with her eyes closed, her right hand lightly holding his shaft near the base, her left hand hefting his scrotum lovingly.

Damn, she can suck cock! he thought as she drew her lips up until just the very tip of his head was still inside her mouth, then she began a slow nibbling, her teeth lightly scraping down his sensitive head tissue until she'd reclaimed the whole fat knob.

It was as she began to swallow him a second time that Brad noticed Brenda walking up the driveway!

He froze for a second or two in surprise. She was walking, she hadn't driven up to the house. They both would have heard her car.

He was going to pull his mother off him and warn her to grab her skirt and run but...then his mind worked very quickly.

He was going to warn his mother so their secret would remain intact. But they already had a secret on Brenda. Brenda wouldn't tell on them -- couldn't tell on them! And his mother had said a number of times that she wished she could tell someone about their secret love.

And Brenda. . .well, she was a wild girl. She'd let another guy fuck her to get pregnant, her husband's brother no less! And Chris had told him that Brenda had been a loose girl before they got married. How would she take the sight of her mother-in-law doing the nasty with her son?

One way to find out! he thought, placing his hands gently on top of his mother's head, watching Brenda come up the stairs to the porch. That's it, Brenda. Look in the window!. . . just look in.. .

Outside, Brenda came right up the steps and walked right by the window without looking in. She was heading for the door now and Brad began to silently will her to just walk right in.

Don't use the doorbell!. . . come on, Brenda. . you're one of the family. Just walk in!

The outside storm door opened and Brad knew it was going to happen -- Brenda was going to walk in!

The opening of the outside door had not been silent. His mother started to pull her mouth up his cock quickly. He wasn't sure if it was because she sensed something or she was just going to shift into a quicker sucking. He pushed down on the back of his mother's head, held her mouth around him as the doorknob turned on the inside door.

His mother definitely knew they were not alone as the front door opened. The sound of the door latch popping open, the clanging of the mini-blinds against the door glass, the immediate increase in the volume of the birds chirping outside.

The door was opened and Brenda was coming through it. His mother was raising up her body but she couldn't go anywhere with him holding her head.

Brenda saw them, her mouth dropped open and he let go of his mother's head.

"Brenda?!" he said loudly, acting totally surprised.

* * * * * *

Brenda stood there, agape, as she watched Sharon scramble off her knees, her hand grabbing her skirt off the floor as she spun toward the doorway. Brad remained still on the couch after shouting her name. He was naked. His erection...his glistening erection...stood proudly upward.

Sharon was sucking. . .no, that's not possible! Brenda tried not to believe what she was seeing but there was no other explanation. Sharon had been blowing Brad on her knees!

"Brenda?!" Sharon said, her eyes round as saucers.

"Calm down, Mom. Brenda's not going to tell," Brad said, standing up slowly. He didn't make any move to cover himself and Brenda would have enjoyed looking at his naked, buffed body had she not been so shaken up by what she had witnessed. "Brenda, close the door and have a seat. We got to have a talk."

Brenda used her hand to push the door shut and watched as Brad sat his mother down on the couch. Sharon looked very white.

"Mom, everything is cool," Brad reassured her as he finally grabbed his shorts and pulled them on. He motioned her to sit on the other end of the couch and she went around the coffee table and plopped down on the couch. "Brenda's not going to tell anyone. Not after this morning.... think about it."

Brenda realized that Brad was right. How could she tell anyone after letting Brad fuck her?

"Sharon, I swear I won't tell," she promised. "I ran out of gas....."

Sharon had a hand over her eyes but she spoke at last.

"You must think I'm terrible," she said weakly.

"No, I don't, Sharon. . .I don't even know what led up to this," she said, fishing for an explanation.

"Let's tell her, Mom," Brad said, standing on the far side of the coffee table with his hands on his hips. "You've always wanted to tell someone about us. I think Brenda's going to be real sympathetic." Brad actually winked at her! "I think we ought to get everything out in the open. None of us are ever going to be able to tell any of this to anyone else, so why pretend about what's going on? Brenda, me and Mom have been having sex for, I guess, a year and a half now. I came on to her first. . .she's the best looking mother around, I don't think anyone can argue that. The thought of doing her sort of obsessed me back then....and it's better than I could even have imagined. . . fucking her, I mean."

Brenda looked at Sharon who was sitting just down the couch from her. Sharon looked at her and then back to her son as he went on.

"Mom has been keeping a real tight leash on things up until now. She'd only let me fuck her once or twice a week. But then she got the idea of letting me try to make the baby with you. Ever since then, she's been wanting me all the time....this baby stuff excites her."

"Brad, do you have to get so...." Sharon said, her voice sounding exasperated.

"Sharon, it's okay," she said. "Brad's right. Why should we keep any secrets?" She decided to tell a secret of her own. "Let me tell you both, right here and now, that I agreed to this insemination plan at first because I wanted a child. And I still do. But when we were upstairs. . well, I'm getting ahead of myself. It's obvious to me that I had some feelings for Brad that even I wasn't aware of because I had these wild sexual dreams about Brad all last week. . . I mean really wild. So, I didn't come here with the good intentions that you might have thought. . .I came to have sex. . .for more than just procreation."

"Yeah, you were hot for it, all right!" Brad said, stepping over the coffee table and sitting down on it, facing both of them. "I told Mom about how you got off went I stuck it in."

Brad's exuberance for the subject was pretty stimulating to Brenda. She never would have thought that she would admit something as personal as that in front of Sharon but she did.

"That's true...I couldn't stop myself. I thought I would and that's why I told you I was worried about it, Sharon."

"Brad has that effect on me, too," Sharon said, beginning to open up. "I suppose I should spill my guts too since everyone else is being so open. . .I know what Brad and I do is not right in the eyes of the world. . but we both love it. Him because his hormones are going crazy and me because he makes me feel younger, I guess."

"Come on, Mom. . .the truth now," Brad said, moving his hand onto one of her knees. "Tell Brenda you like fucking me because I'm your boy."

"I think she knows that that is a part of it," Sharon said, putting her hand over his. "Brad's not telling the truth, not the whole truth. He did make a pass at me but...I acted on it after first refusing him. And.....I've never regretted it." Sharon was getting herself together. "We both know it's wrong but it feels so right... that must sound crazy."

Wow, this is getting really interesting! Brenda thought. This whole thing was mushrooming into a chance to take off the gloves and do the things she wanted to with Brad. What could Sharon say about that now? She could fuck Brad all she wanted now that she knew their secret.

"It must be something special. . . it's too wild to think about!" Brenda said, unable to stop it from coming out. Sharon was getting all the cock she wanted from her own son!

* * * * * *

I can't believe how well Brenda is taking all this, Sharon thought, watching her daughter-in-law acting excited about the taboo relationship she had learned about. And I never would have thought she wanted Brad like I do.....as a lover.

When she'd been caught sucking her son's cock, she'd felt like her whole world had shattered. But Brad had pointed out the one thing that was their saving grace -- Brenda couldn't tell anyone even if she'd wanted to. And Brenda hadn't run out of the place screaming bloody murder; in fact, she'd acted more curious than anything.

Brad's hand began to stroke around in a circle under her own, moving slowly up onto her thigh. She looked at him and could see he was enjoying this whole thing! Then he dropped the bomb.

"See, Mom? Brenda's a kindred spirit," Brad said, kneading her leg with his fingers. "How about we all go upstairs?"

God, what is Brad proposing?! Sharon thought as she looked at him. She felt pretty good about the way Brenda had taken learning about the secret that she had kept for so long but certainly Brad didn't think that Brenda would.....

"I might be up for that," Brenda said and Sharon whipped her head to look at her daughter-in-law. Brenda was looking at Brad, smiling. "But only if we all agree."

"Wait a minute..." she started to say.

"Come on, Mom. Let's all go upstairs. I think Brenda would like to watch us make love. Maybe as much as you liked to be in the room when I fucked her earlier."

"Is that true, Sharon?" Brenda asked, her voice sounding huskier. "Is that why you stayed?"

Sharon looked back at Brenda. She couldn't deny what she had felt, sitting in that chair, listening to their lovemaking.

"I found it exciting...I did."

"Could you do it with Brad. . . with me in the room?" Brenda asked.

Brenda's eyes looked deep into hers. The whole dynamic of the situation was changing, like being swept up in a stream that you were powerless to stop. And she wasn't sure she wanted to stop it! She'd wanted to be able to tell someone -- now she had the opportunity to show someone and to watch Brad with Brenda. Everything revolved around her answer. . .

"I could try," she said simply, opening the floodgates.

"Let's go upstairs!" Brad said excitedly.

Sharon let Brad lead her upstairs. . .with Brenda right behind them.

Part Six

Brad hugged his mother tightly, standing at the foot of her bed, while behind them Brenda began stripping off her own clothes.

"Enjoy it, Mom...show her what we do," he whispered to her and then began unbuttoning her blouse.

"I will, Brad," she said as she let him strip her. The last button came undone and he slid his hands into her blouse, sliding his hands around her soft sides, pulling her against him.

She pulled his face down and they kissed as if Brenda was not there. Brad felt the raw heat his mother was giving off. He doubted he'd have to prompt her very much. Having Brenda watch them was probably going to make it all the better for his mother. And he knew she would like to watch him do Brenda, this time without the covers.

A fucking threesome with my mother and sister-in-law...fuck, am I going to enjoy this!

He felt his mother's hands grab onto his erection and she began pulling on it, jacking it as he brought his right hand between them and rubbed her jiggly tits.

Behind him, he heard the bed squeak and pictured Brenda waiting there, naked and ready for a show and then a fucking of her own.

"Look at Brenda," he said to his mother after breaking their kiss and turning them sideways. Brenda was on the bed, sitting on her heels. Her hourglass body looked very hot - her dark hair spilling over her delicate shoulders, big full tits, hips that flared out from her narrow waist and the hint of the dark piece of bush that led the way to her shaved pussy.

"Look at you guys," Brenda responded, obviously excited by the sight of he and his mother being so intimate.

"You ain't seen nothing yet," he promised Brenda. "Turn around here, Mom."

He moved behind his mother as his hands turned her body to face Brenda. Then he slowly pulled her blouse down off her shoulders and let it fall down to the floor between their bodies. Naked now before Brenda, his mother started to turn back to him but he slid his hands around her waist and kept her facing her daughter-in-law.

"Doesn't my mom have a great body?" he asked Brenda as his hands slid around his mother's petite body, one hand going upward to cup her right breast and the other slipping down between her legs, fingers running through the tawny nest of her sex.

He knew he was probably embarrassing his mother but he rather have her feel a little uncomfortable now so she would feel more at ease when he wanted her to do something lewd in front of Brenda. Brenda helped with her response.

"Sharon, you really do," Brenda said, "I knew your legs were nice but you do look great. . . I think any teenage boy would want you, not just Brad."

"Brenda, that's so sweet," his mother sighed, leaning her head back against shoulder. "Brad, what...uuuhhhhhhh!" She pushed her hips back against him in surprise and delight as he worked a finger into her slickening pussy slot.

"Spread your legs, Mom. . .that's it, let Brenda get a look at this," he said, his eyes on buxom Brenda as he began to slowly fingerfuck his mother's pussy. He was happy to see Brenda cup one of her tits, her fingers digging into her titflesh, as she watched her mother-in-law let her youngest son work a second finger into cunthole.

"Uuuummm....wait, Brad...wait.." The fingering and being on display was apparently too much for his mother at the outset. Her hands went down and pushed his fingers away.

"Oh, you want to do something else, Mom? I'm ready for that," he said. Brad slipped around his mother and crawled on the bed, reaching back to take her hand and bring her with him. "Let's show Brenda what we were doing when she walked in on us."

He pushed some pillows against the headboard and leaned back into them. Then, fisting his hardening prick, he waited for his mother to suck him while Brenda watched.

* * * * * *

I can't believe it has come to this. . .you can do this, Sharon, she told herself. Brad wants me do it. . Brenda wants me to do it!...I can see it in her eyes...she's not judging me. . just do it and everything will be good!

She slumped down on her left side alongside her son, supporting her weight on her left hand as she reached for his cock. Her hand took control of it and she jacked on it, feeling it harden under her palm.

"Suck it, Mom. . .you do it better than anyone," Brad complimented her. "Although, I want to give Brenda a tryout, too. . lay down here, Brenda."

Brad patted the bed on the other side of him and Brenda slowly lay on her side by him, further up his body than she was however. Brenda's face was near her son's chest, looking down at her fist and the hard cock she held.

"All right, Mom. Take it in your mouth!" Brad said all excited as his right hand reached across his body and began feeling Brenda's tits.

"Do it, Sharon," Brenda said, rubbing Brad's stomach, watching from less than two feet away.

Putting aside the ramifications to her relationship with Brad and Brenda's marriage to her other son, she lowered her face over Brad's column-like cock, ran her tongue slowly around the purplish head one time and then took it into her mouth.

"Yeeeeaahhh. . look at that, Brenda!. . . that's it, Mom!"

Sharon closed her eyes and concentrated on giving her son good head - using her tongue on every inch of his hot hard-on, taking him between her lips and engulfing all that she could, feeling his cockhead on the back of her throat, working it with her fist.

* * * * * *

This is so wicked! Brenda thought hotly as she watched what she had thought was her demure, straight-laced mother-in-law swallow about five inches of her own son's thick prick. Brenda was shocked she could take that much in her mouth.

"Brenda, I love your tits," Brad said above her and Brenda realized how hard her nipples were from Brad's massaging and the kinky show Sharon was performing for her. She looked up at Brad and he was grinning from ear to ear.

She rolled further over on her front and scooted up his body a little ways, her left boob dragging on his chest as she brought her lips to his, her long hair falling around his face.

"I've wanted to do this," Brad said and he began kissing her, the first attempt awkward and unfamiliar but then becoming really good as they got used to each other's technique. His right hand moved onto her back as she turned her face, sealing their mouths in a deep soul kiss as she slipped her tongue through his lips.

As they continued Frenching each other, Brenda felt his left hand coming up underneath her tummy, her partially raised form letting him bring that hand into play. He slid his fingers down between her legs to play with her as he had done to his mother.

"Mmmmhhhmmm," she hummed around his squirming tongue as he pushed his middle finger through her bare labia, sending it up into her moist vagina. He began fingerfucking her slit quickly, his knuckles smacking against the bare skin of her crotch loud enough to be heard by all three of them.

"Braaaaddddd!...oh, that feels good!" she panted down at him after breaking their kiss. She undulated her hips as he fingered her, enjoying the way his digit whipped around in her horny hole. And she was hot, too. . . hotter than she had been since high school.

"I want you to suck my cock now," Brad told her, slowing his finger until it was still.

Brenda didn't think about denying him...she looked forward to feeling his obscenely thick dick between her lips. She loved the texture, the taste, the heat of a man's member in her mouth.

She rolled over on her side and sat up, supporting herself on her straight right arm as she used the left to clear her hair from her face. She saw Sharon still sucking Brad's fucker, her lips tight around the underside of his glans as her hand beat up and down on his saliva-coated cockshaft.

Brenda twisted her body over Brad, swinging her right arm over his stomach so she was facing down his body, her face coming close to Sharon's and the crimson cock she was blowing. Brad's right hand went past her head and fell on his mother's shoulder. Sharon opened her eyes and looked surprised to see that she had company. She pulled her mouth off Brad and sat up a little.

"I guess I shouldn't hog him, should I?" she said, breathing heavily. "Here, Brenda. . take your turn."

Sharon lowered her son's erection down at her face and she moved her mouth up a little to capture the spongy head with her lips, all the time looking up at Sharon's flushed face. It was the sluttiest thing she had ever done -- letting her mother-in-law feed her husband's brother's dick into her mouth!

She took about three inches into her mouth, watching Sharon watching her with her mouth hanging open.

"That look good, Mom?!" Brad said wickedly. Sharon looked up at Brad in a daze and Brenda closed her eyes and began sucking up and down on Brad's teenage cock. It pulsed with life between her lips as she loved it with her mouth.

"Oooohh, good job, Brenda!. . .aaaahhyeeaaahh. . .keep watching her, Mom. . .aaaaahh. . .you girls know what I like!" Brad gasped out his commentary as she continued to copulate his rampant rod. She wished Brad would start fingerfucking her again - the combination of cock in her mouth and something in her pussy would be sure to get her cookies off!

"Wait a minute, Brenda....I want to try something else," he said after about thirty seconds of her cocksucking. He sat up, his stomach hitting the back of her head and Brenda raised up, letting his prick slide out of her mouth.

Brad pushed her over on her back and straddled her torso with his knees just below her tits, his cock twitching in the air over her chest.

Just like his brother! Brenda thought. Her tits were man magnets, had been ever since high school. It hadn't taken Chris very long to think about using them for more than just sucking on. While it didn't do much to pleasure her, she was more than willing to let Brad take a ride through her pillowy tit cocoon if he wished.

"God damn, what a sight!" Brad swore rather triumphantly above her as he fisted his cock and swiped the bottom of his cockhead on her right nipple. Brenda began to move her hands from his thighs with the intention of pushing her orbulant breasts together for Brad but they never reached their destination.

Brad's knees scooted right up under her armpits with a bounce and he leaned completely over her, guiding his cock down into her surprised mouth. Instinctively, she tilted her chin down toward her neck and the pressure on the roof of her mouth disappeared as her horny teenage brother-in-law got the perfect alignment.

"Aaaahfuucccckk!" she heard Brad grunt as he filled her mouth right back to her tonsils...and then just a little beyond them. Her gag reflex was almost triggered by the contact of cocktip against the back of her throat. She dug her fingernails into the sides of his thighs and Brad immediately pulled back until just his head was in her mouth. She leaned her face back and saw an upside down Brad looking down at her.

"Sorry, Brenda. . .I'll be good from now on. . .just let me fuck your pretty mouth for a few minutes!" Brad leaned further up her reclining body and then began to slowly pump his prick almost straight down into her mouth, making it unnecessary for her to tilt her chin back down. "Aaaaah...uuuh ....great....yeah, look at me!.....look at me while I fuck your mouth...oooh ...aaaahhh....uuuuhhhh!"

Brenda was loving every minute of Brad's mouthfuck and she was determined to come with him in her mouth. He was respecting her limits with his slow thrusts, not coming near the back of her throat now. She felt she could make better use of her hands than holding his thighs.

She looped her left arm around his knee and began playing with her stiff left nipple. At the same time, she wormed her right hand under Brad's legs and he shifted is knee outward slightly, allowing her to get her hand down between her own legs. Letting her thighs fall down and open from the bent position they had been in, she began to tease her clit with her fingertips.

* * * * * *

This has got to be a dream, Sharon thought. Before her, her son was fucking Brenda's mouth in a position that she had never experienced with him!

She was to their side and near the bottom of the bed, on her knees, her fingers rubbing her juicing slit for all she was worth. She could feel a big orgasm building between her legs as she watched her son's shiny erection delve through Brenda's full lips again and again.

As she watched, Brenda's got her hand between Brad's knees and then Brenda's legs fell open as the hand went between them. Sharon beheld her daughter-in-law's bald pussy for the first time.

Sharon had never been totally happy with the appearance of her vulval area; she thought her outer labia were too fatty and her inner labia were a squiggly mess in her mind. She would never think about shaving herself to draw attention to it.

But, 'It's perfect,' was the first thing that ran through her mind as she looked at the bare cunt pad of her daughter-in-law. She admired it for the symmetry and simplicity. Brenda's pussy was beautiful - barely noticeable outer labia sandwiching a slit of inner labia that were straight and neat and winking with wetness.

The feelings she had watching Brenda's fingers play with herself were new and confusing and exciting. For the first time in her life, Sharon imagined herself touching another woman sexually.

* * * * * *

Damn making a baby, I'm gonna come in her mouth! Brad thought as he fucked away in his hot sister-in-law's lovely mouth. It was almost as good as a pussy; her tongue was whipping all over his cock or making her mouth tight by pressing his prick against the top of her mouth.

"MMmmmmmmm. . .mmmmmpppffffff. . . mmhhhhhhmmmm. . " Brenda suddenly began moaning around mouth-skewering manhood, her eyes widening and looking up at him as if she'd seen a ghost.

Thinking that maybe she was cumming from the hand she had moved under him, he looked back over his shoulder and got a shock. Her hand was down between her legs but it wasn't working on her pussy. It was holding the back of his mother's head as she went down on Brenda's shaved crotch slot!

A true fucking three-way! he thought unbelievably. His mother had some pretty loose morals to be fucking him in the first place but the bi-sexual bend she had taken really shocked him. But he loved it, too.

"That's beautiful, Mom. . make her come on your tongue," he said back to his snatch-munching mother. Her gray-green eyes fluttered open, looking up at him briefly and hotly before she closed them and went back to her oral onslaught.

He felt the cum begin to churn in his balls -- Brenda's mouth and the cunt sucking show sent him into orbit.

"AAAAHHHHSSHIIIIITTTT!" he groaned, turning back to look down at Brenda's face as his cock swelled even more obscenely between her lips. "HEREITCOMES!"

He didn't know if it was his shout or the first hard pulse of sperm into her mouth that made Brenda look up at him but she did. Looking into her eyes, his dick bucked between her lips, heaving thick jets of his salty spunk down at the back of her throat.

"MMMmmmmssslllliiii. . mmmmmHHHHMMM. . SSSLLLPPP!" His sister-in-law sucked strongly around his unloading manhood, wet lip-smacking sounds filled the bedroom.

"UUUUNNNNGGG. . . AAAAAAGGGG. . .ooooyeeaaaahhh. . .mmm," he verbally thrilled at the incredible feeling of the once unobtainable Brenda now gulping down his bountiful ball juice. It was over all too soon; five or six spurts and he was through, his cock continued to shudder but little if anything was coming out.

Brenda, her eyes closed now, was swirling her tongue around his knob behind her lips, collecting the remnants of his creamy explosion. It felt and looked great. His cock stayed stiff, ready for more. He wanted to service both of his family members before they left the bed, fuck each forbidden pussy in turn while the other watched.

* * * * * *

Mmmmm. . .I love the taste of a man. . .my own brother-in-law! Brenda thought as she sucked on the cock of her husband's brother. Her own pussy was beginning to feel like it would come as well. . .Sharon's tongue was all over the place. . .if she would just concentrate her licking. . .no, not there. . .

Brad's meat suddenly left her mouth and the bed to her right dipped slightly. Opening her eyes, she saw his right leg swinging over her rapidly rising and falling tits as he moved off her body, his motion making her let go of her left nipple for just a second.

"Nice, Brenda," he said and she looked up, past his seemingly gigantic cockshaft, all wet and still erect as it bobbed over her face. To one side of it was Brad's handsome face, a devilish grin was her reward for the consumption of his salty cum. Then he was looking down between her legs, down at his mother's mouth.

Wanting to see herself, she raised her head briefly. Looking down over her tit swells, she saw Sharon's slender, regal nose plowing her pubic tuft as she tongued her open slit.

"Lick my clit. . oh God, lick it and I'll come!" she directed her. Brenda wanted to come on Sharon's tongue, complete the circle, lock in their secret forever behind the doors of lesbian love.

Sharon, her eyes shut tight, immediately followed her orders. The soft tip of her nose moved up on the bare skin above her pubes as she brought her lips and tongue up to love her hard, raisin-plump, nerve-rich love bundle.

"OH....right there!....aaahhhhh....oh, yeah!.....suck on it!" she said, almost whimpering as she let her head fall back on the bed. Moving her lap up and down under Sharon's clinging mouth, she registered Brad moving his knees backward, then his body bending down over her, his face heading for her pillowy chest mounds. She practically shoved her left nipple up and over at him, hoping he would pleasure it. After a quick lick on her right tit, he did take the proffered nipple, sending raw shivers of lust through her excited body.

Nipple and clit being stimulated the way they were...and by who...was the final straw. Like an electric jolt had been rammed through it, her cunt cringed, coiled on itself, then blew up under Sharon's swabbing tongue.

"HHHHHUUUUUUU!.....OOOOHHYESSSSS!....OOHHH!" she wailed wantonly as her thighs gripped Sharon's head tightly, her back arching as Brad let her nipple go but he used his hand to squeeze her other tit. Her loins shuddered intensely as she juiced into Sharon's trapped mouth. Feeling Sharon begin sucking strongly on her dripping slit kept her up at her zenith for a long minute.....and then she was laying there, her body feeling tired and feverish, with Brad and his mother looking at her sated form.

* * * * * *

I did that....made Brenda come.

Sharon had sat back on her legs after Brenda's thighs had fallen open. Her fingers went to her lips as she continued to taste the tangy wetness that Brenda had produced. It was her first taste of womanly cum and she found it almost as intoxicating as hard liquor.

She wanted to tell Brenda how much she had enjoyed trying to give cunnilingus, experiencing it from the other side, but there would be time for that later because Brad gripped her arm and pulled her toward him.

"I hope you're ready, Mom, because I'm gonna give it to you good," he said a little too loudly. Sharon realized he was announcing it to Brenda. So Brenda could watch what she and Brad had hidden from everyone else. Brenda rolled over toward them, raising herself up on her elbow and Sharon saw the anticipation in her eyes.....and the special extra in her eyes that was for her alone.

Brad pulled her to him and then swung her upper body toward the far side of the bed, away from Brenda, as he let her gently down on her back. He lifted her left leg almost straight up in the air, swinging it past his chest and around his other side as he positioned himself over her.

"Spread your legs...wider than that," Brad commanded her as he fisted his ready member and ran the wet head on her hair-matted mons. "Now pull them back like I like."

He wanted her legs back toward her head, a position that they had both enjoyed frequently over the past 18 months. She knew he wanted them back now for another reason - to give Brenda, who still lay behind her son's feet, an unimpeded view of his hefty dick delving into her cunt.

Turning into a full-fledged exhibitionist in the excitement of the moment, she bent her legs at the knees and tilted them back, her pelvis rolling up at her eager son. She could feel her labia opening up, exposing the slick inner lining of her sex slit and the mouth of her simmering quim. At least that was the view she imagined Brenda was getting.

Her son didn't give Brenda a long, lingering gaze -- he quickly leaned over her, fit the head of his prick into the entrance of her pussy and began pushing it down into her.

"Man! You're fucking wet," Brad exclaimed as he buried himself balls-deep in her without any problem due to their position and her record-breaking lubrication level. His slab of cock filled her so beautifully. She could have looked for years in town for someone as satisfying as Brad but she knew she never would need to. Her baby would be there for her for years and years. The fact that both of them were in their sexual prime was not lost on her. It had always seemed like cruel fate that men and women matured so far apart. She wondered how many other women her age were bedding much younger men -- and how many were their sons!

Brad began slowly fucking her, pulling his cock almost all the way out before injecting it again deep in her itchy sheath. For once in his life, her son was taking his time - right when she wanted nothing more for him to pound her sex. She wanted to come in the worst way; a hard, energetic fucking was the quickest way there. But Brad continued to play to their watching bed mate.

"Harder," she said very softly up at her son's leering face. It wasn't loud enough for Brenda to hear but her son wouldn't even spare her that little private exchange.

"Sure, Mom," he said loudly, "But I want you to speak up some. I'm sure Brenda wants to hear what you want me to do to you." Waiting for her to comply, he pulled out until only his knob was still in her needy confines and then he let it hover there.

Damn you, Brad! she said to herself as her cheeks warmed in a blush. Painting herself as a horny slut in front of Brenda was not what she wanted but wasn't it really what she was? Summoning all the courage she could, she responded to her manipulative man-son.

"I said do it harder!" she said in a voice so strong and confident that it surprised even herself. "Fuck me like a real man, Brad....fuck me hard!"

"All you had to do was ask," Brad said with a chuckle before he drove himself strongly down into her splayed crotch, his balls slapping loudly against her ass as their pubic bones jarred together.

Sharon let her face fall sideways on the bed as her virile son began hammering her lifted lap with powerful lunges.

* * * * * *

It was only the feeling of drool starting to seep from the corner of her mouth that brought Brenda out of her voyeuristic trance. The sight of incestuous cock and cunt working in a hot tandem was overpowering to watch. She swallowed quickly, never taking her eyes from the hot scene only a few feet away.

Brad's fat prick was opening up his mother's furry slit obscenely and his thrusts were making the bed squeak underneath her. Sharon's pussy was dribbling clear juice which welled up or was deposited below her stuffed gash by Brad's driving member. That juice was running down over her mother-in-law's small, brown puckered anus, then disappearing further down her ass crack.

Brenda began rubbing her own slick slit which now felt ready for more action. Her orgasm had left her as juicy as Sharon and she wondered if Brad would be able to fuck her as well in the session that was unfolding. She prepared herself for a letdown. He was probably going to get his rocks off with his mother and then things would probably settle down.

But I can come back tomorrow for another baby-making try with Brad. . . and the next day. . and every day! I've got the perfect excuse since any session might get me pregnant. . .Sharon will understand.

Sharon was moaning now, every flesh-smacking fuck by Brad was being answered by hot sex squeals from her mother-in-law. She was working her way to an orgasm and Brenda wanted to do more than watch. Sharon had done something for her...she had joined in.

She crawled past the two humping bodies on their right until she was almost laying beside Sharon. Brad was the first to register that she was there; his mother's face was laying on the bed looking the other way.

"Like watching....uuhhh...me fuck her?" Brad said hotly. Sharon's face flopped over and looked at her through lust-slitted eyes, her mouth open in a perpetual O as Brad continued to screw her.

"I've never seen anything so hot," Brenda said to Sharon, letting her left hand slowly reach out to land on Sharon's jiggling left tit. Sharon's eyes closed as she rubbed her palm over the stiff, eraser-sized nipple.

"Yeah!....that's it, Brenda....help me make her come....uuhhh...and I'll.....fuck you!"

"AAAAHHH....UUHHHH....MMMHHMMMM!" Sharon began panting right at her face and Brenda ran her hand over both of Sharon's supple breasts like she was waxing her car. A quick glance down her reclining, shuddering body and Brenda could again see Brad's crimson-hued erection bucking up and down in the widespread V of his sexy, delirious mother's legs.

Another five or six thrusts and Sharon's back arched sharply, her head dipping straight back as she began cumming.

"UUUUUHGGHHHHAAAAHHHHH!.....HHHHAAAAHHHHHOOHH!" Sharon shrieked as her hands, which had been grabbing bunches of bedspread, shot up and held her son's sides as leaned further over her, pressing his swollen pleasure-giver deep in her rippling loins.

"Yeaaaahh...yeaaaahh....she's cumming so biiiiiggggggg!" Brad announced as he rode his mother's twitching body. After a few minutes, mother and son were still.

"You really got off that time," Brad said after giving his mother a real kiss. Brenda thought the kiss was probably the most intimate part of the incest she had just witnessed; fucking and sucking could be explained away by hormones, but the deep soul kissing that Sharon and Brad did in front of her showed genuine love.

"It's been a crazy, wonderful day," Sharon said simply, stroking Brad's face. Then she turned to look at her. "Brenda, I don't know where all this is...heading but we can talk about it later. I want a grandchild. Now, you two get busy and make one."Time to fill Brenda's box with some more cum! Brad thought hotly as he untangled himself from his mother. Brenda began to shift over on the bed, arranging herself on her back with her head in the pillows. While that looked incredibly inviting, Brad had had enough of the missionary. He wanted to take Brenda in a different position than the one he had already had her in.

"I want you on your hands and knees," Brad told her. "I want to get real deep when I plant my seed." He felt ridiculous saying that, like he was some sort of Johnny Appleseed, but it had the desired effect.

His turned-on sister-in-law rolled to her left and positioned herself on her hands and knees, facing away from him, with her head in the far right corner of the bed. She swung her long hair to one side, looking back at him as he moved up behind her full ass.

"Man, what a pretty pussy!" Brad said as he moved in closer. All shaved and wet and soft looking, Brenda's sex winked at him, ready to get stuffed with his unflagging stiffie. His hands caressed her ass and squeezed it, pulling her cheeks as he pressed his knees against the inside of her shins and made her open her stance wider. Her ass lowered further down then began to lift again, roll forward, as Brenda lowered herself down on her elbows. He slid his hands a little lower and used his thumbs to pull her pussy folds apart and her pink tunnel was right there, just begging for it.

The bed behind him shifted and his mother moved beside him on her knees as well, her left hand resting on his shoulder while her right hand rubbed his back affectionately.

"Go ahead, Brad," she said softly, her eyes on Brenda's opened sex crease. His cock bobbed up and down as his mother encouraged him to fuck and impregnate her other son's wife.

"Yes," Brenda purred, wanting it also.

His mother's left hand slid off his shoulder, went under his arm and she grabbed his erection, bending it down toward its target. Brad flexed his hips forward and his knob pressed into Brenda's slick opening and then disappeared down her snug hole.

"Ahhh, yeah!" he grunted as he slowly worked himself into Brenda's fertile fuck furrow.

"That's a good boy," his mother said throatily near his ear.

After a few minutes of careful invasion, Brenda was full of cock and Brad began thrusting back and forth in her succulent cunt while his mother stroked his chest and ass with her hands.

"Ooooohhh. . .mmmmmmm. . .uuuummmm. . GodohGod. . .mmmmmmm," Brenda mewed as he held her hips and pushed and pulled his erection in and out of her slippery, tight vagina.

The scene played itself out for about ten minutes, the intensity rising and rising. Brenda came with a shriek and Brad had to slow his thrusts until her cunt had gone slack again, then he began pounding her liquidy hole like a madman as he felt his own orgasm cresting.

"HERE I COME!...OOOHYEAAHH...UUUUUGHHH.....UUUGGHH!" he bellowed as his mother held him and his balls blew his wad deep in his sexy sister-in-law. He came so hard his balls hurt.

This stud service is the greatest! he thought to himself as his cock finally stopped twitching in Brenda's cum-ladened cooze and his mother kissed the side of his neck.

Epilogue

15 months later

"I wish you'd let me clean up," Sharon said to Chris as she got up from the dining room table.

"Leave it. We'll clean up later," Chris assured his visiting mother. "Why don't you and Brad go in and relax in the living room? Brenda will be down in a few minutes. Carol goes down like a shot."

Sharon and Brad got up from the table, sharing a knowing smile as they headed into the front room. The night had been very special; both she and Brad were always happy to come over to Chris's house and see little Carol. She was a beautiful, healthy baby that had been born almost nine months to the day of the wild happenings up in Sharon's bed.

Sharon sat in easy chair and Brad slouched down on their couch, holding the bottle of beer he'd not finished at dinner. Chris came in a few minutes later carrying a couple of wine glasses and another bottle of wine. He, Brenda and Sharon had consumed a bottle at dinner already.

"Oh, Chris...you shouldn't have opened another bottle," Sharon said as he handed her a glass.

"Well, if we don't finish it, it's no biggie. Besides, this is a celebration. Carol's six months old and this day will never come again."

Sharon let Chris pour her another glass. She already felt warm all over from the alcohol she'd already consumed but Brad would be okay to drive them home.

Brenda came down the stairs at that moment and Brad couldn't help mentally undressing her, now that he knew all her charms in intimate detail. The blouse she wore had sort of a low neck line and with her mammaries even larger from breast feeding, she was showing plenty of cleavage. He was surprised his brother would let her traipse around like that but he wasn't complaining.

Fucking her for the few weeks the previous year had been awesome and it did pain him to know he would probably never get to again. Still, his mother was giving him all he wanted.

"She went right down. She's such a good baby," Brenda said.

"You're so lucky. . .this one kept us up all night," Sharon said, tapping Chris on the leg as he stood by her chair pouring wine into the other glass he had brought.

"Here you go, Bren," Chris said handing the glass of wine to her. "Now, I'd like to propose a toast."

"You need a glass, Chris," Sharon said,

"Nah, I'll use the bottle. . .okay, first I'd like to thank Brenda for bringing such a beautiful baby into our lives." Brenda and he shared a quick kiss.

"Come on, Chris," Brad chimed in. "You had a little to do with it, you know?"

"I wish that were true," Chris said cryptically.

Sharon felt her stomach drop a little. Was it possible that Chris knew something?

"Look, we all know it's not true," Chris continued. "The second part of my toast is to the other people that did make it happen -- you and Brad."

Sharon looked at Brenda and saw that she was smiling at her and Brad. Chris's announcement didn't seem to faze her; she had known that he knew before they came over. What was happening here?

"I'm afraid our little secret is out," Brenda said, taking a sip of wine. "But Chris understands, so don't worry. Chris spoke to Dr. Evans and found out about his low-sperm count and sort of put two and two together."

"I felt bad accusing her of committing adultery," Chris said, stroking Brenda's arm. "But the doctor was so incredulous that I'd been able to get Brenda knocked up...well, it was all I could think of."

"I decided to just tell him the truth and, after a while, he saw the logic in it. We both came clean with each other about everything. He had some secrets, not like ours, but he got his secrets off his chest and I came clean about everything. We don't have any secrets now," Brenda said proudly.

"That's right, Mom," Chris said. "I know all about Brenda and Brad. . .and about you and Brad."

Brad and his mother exchanged worried looks but their concern was tempered by Brenda's continuing smile.

"At first, I was shocked but, well, now I think it's all right," Chris continued. He handed the wine bottle to Brenda and extended his hand to Sharon. She took it, thinking that he wanted to show his understanding by holding her hand. Chris continued, "I really don't see anything wrong with what you and Brad are doing. A mother and a son ....no, I don't see a thing wrong with that."

Brad saw his mother's arm straighten as his older brother pulled on her hand. He was pulling their mother up out of her chair.

Realization dawned on Sharon at that point and she felt a great calm come over her. Things were going to be all right. She drained the wine glass she held and handed it to Brenda as her husband led the way to the stairs.

"Whatta?...." Brad said to Brenda as she began sitting down the bottle and glasses on the coffee table. The legs of his mother and Chris were disappearing upstairs.

"Don't you see, Brad?" Brenda said as she sat by him on the couch. "You and Chris are so much alike. That's why I told him about you and your mother.....I knew he'd be interested too."

"So, Mom and Chris are....."

"That's right. You're going to have to share her from now on," Brenda said as she began to stroke his chest. "Of course, the sharing goes the other way too. . .you see, Chris and I love Carol so much that we want another baby. . and tonight's a good night, if you know what I mean."

Brad leaned into her and they began kissing. He let his hand roam over Brenda's milk-swollen tits, rubbing them through her blouse. After ten minutes of heavy necking and petting, he had Brenda very hot.

"Let's go upstairs," she suggested.

"You read my mind," he responded, getting up and leading her up the stairs. As they walked past the guest bedroom, Chris could clearly hear his mother moaning inside as she and Chris enjoyed each other for the first time.

What a family! he thought as he looked forward to fucking Brenda once again.

The End