Copyright © 1997 Chili Peeler. ALL Rights Reserved. This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached. The author may be contacted through mrdouble@airmail.net. Subject: Chili Repost: Sordid Conception - Part 1 (inc, mother/son) From: chilipeelr@aol.com (ChiliPeelr) ************************************************************************** THE FOLLOWING STORY CONTAINS GRAPHIC LANGUAGE AND DESCRIPTIONS OF NON-STREAM SEXUAL ACTIVITIES. THIS MATERIAL IS DISTRIBUTED "FOR ADULTS ONLY" AND MAY NOT BE USED IN ANY PROFITABLE ENTERPRISE. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. POSSESSION BY A MINOR IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN. IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 YEARS OF AGE - GO FIND SOMETHING ELSE TO READ. ************************************************************************** SORDID CONCEPTION - PART 1 BY CHILI PEELER chilipeelr@aol.com Sharon Larrington sat quietly at the table in the breakfast nook, stirring her tea and thinking about her daughter-in-law's problem. Brenda had come by four months ago to "just visit" but soon after arriving she had broached the subject that had really brought her over. "I could use some advise.....some medical advise," Brenda had said as she'd watched her cleaning out her bedroom closet. "What is it, dear?" Sharon had asked, looking at her as she folded an old sweater. Sharon was a registered nurse at the small hospital in Little Falls; being asked medical stuff by her family wasn't out of the ordinary. "Chris and I have been trying to get pregnant for almost a year......." Brenda began, ".....and nothing's happened." Sharon's natural reaction was to tell Brenda to not rush into child- rearing, partly because of her own experiences of having two children before she was barely 20. Brenda was 22, almost 23. Sharon and her husband had made it with the help of their parents. Chris and Brenda could do the same, if necessary. "Well, at least you're having fun trying, right?" Sharon teased her daughter-in-law. Brenda smiled at that. Sharon would bet that Chris was happy to deliver the goods to Brenda every night. They were both so touchie-feelie with each other, even when they were visiting her. And Brenda was a pretty girl - a very pretty girl with long black hair, a roundish face with green eyes and a full pair of lips. She had a nice hourglass figure with a large pair of breasts and flaring hips - breeding hips as they were called. The only thing that detracted from her looks was a somewhat jumbled set of teeth; when Brenda smiled it was noticeable. Her other son, Brad, called her Vampyra or Snaggletooth behind her back but Sharon had noticed that Brad looked at her that certain way that young 19 year old boys do. Sharon could just imagine her oldest son's enthusiasm when Brenda shucked off her baggy jeans and T-shirt, exposing her milky white skinned Venus-like body. Oh, to be that young again! "Have you seen your doctor? To check if everything is in working order," Sharon had asked as she turned back into the closet. "Well, that's why I really brought this whole matter up," Brenda had said, sounding worried. "I saw Dr. Evans a few weeks ago and he did some tests. He says everything is fine....with me." Sharon had caught the way she had ended her sentence. Was there something wrong with Chris then? "Has Chris had his sperm count tested?" Sharon said, turning back, folding an ugly blouse that she hadn't worn in years. Sharon could see that Brenda was under some stress at this point in the conversation. "Sharon, I'm gonna tell you this but you can't tell Chris. Promise?" "Sure, honey, go ahead." Sharon had a weakness for gossip or secrets...God knows she had a few herself. "I took a sample to be tested last week but Chris doesn't know I took it." "Why the secrecy?" "Chris is just weird that way. He says if it's gonna happen, it will happen. He just didn't want to have himself tested." Sharon could see Chris saying that - he was such a weird egg sometimes. "So you, um, collected some of his sperm without him knowing?" "Yeah," Brenda had admitted. "I got the results back yesterday. Chris has a very low count." "But not low enough that you couldn't get pregnant?" Sharon asked, hoping Brenda wasn't going to tell her that she wouldn't be having any grandchildren from their marriage. "It's possible that we could have a baby.....but the odds aren't very good. Dr. Evans says it could be as low as 1 in 50," Brenda had said sadly, tears welling up in her eyes. "Oh, Brenda. It's going to be O.K." Sharon had said in real encouragement. But she knew it may not be. Conceiving was hard enough without the odds they were facing. "Sharon, I want to have children. If Chris can't make that happen....." Brenda had looked down and trailed off her sentence. "Are you saying that you'd leave Chris?" Sharon asked. "I love Chris, I really do. I'm not going to leave him. But I'll be unhappy and that's no good." "There's always artificial methods," Sharon had offered. "I thought about that. I don't know if that's something we want to get into. I'm sure it's very expensive and we're not setting the world on fire financially. Plus, like I said, Chris would have to be told. And, to tell you the truth, I want it to happen naturally. I want to remember the moment it happens....not on some operating table with a bunch of strangers around." "Did Dr. Evans explain different positions that can help improve your chances?" Sharon asked. "Yeah, I'm going to start using those. Maybe we'll get lucky." "Oh, I'm sure you will, dear." Sharon had put on her best face to give Brenda hope. Sharon snapped back into the present and finished drinking her coffee. She had made her mind up to suggest her plan to Brenda when she came over later in the morning. It was an unusual solution to the problem but it made sense in a way. Everyone would be happy if all were willing and that was the important thing. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Brenda got to her house around noon and Sharon made them some salads. They sat out on the back deck and ate, watching hummingbirds feed at a flowers nearby. "Brenda, I've been thinking about your situation. About having a baby. I'd like to suggest a solution." Brenda looked at her hopefully. "Now as I see it, this baby business is putting a strain on your marriage. We need to get you pregnant." "Believe me, we've tried everything," Brenda said, putting her fork down and leaning back in her chair. "All those positions that were suggested, plotting my cycle......it's discouraging. But what kind of solution did you have in mind?" "What I'm going to suggest, you'll have to keep an open mind about it...don't dismiss it out of hand." "All right, Sharon. Tell me. The suspense is killing me." Brenda made her voice sound overly dramatic to lighten the discussion. "These are the important points to remember: One, you want to get pregnant. Two, you want it to occur naturally, which I can understand, believe me. I can still remember both occasions when I conceived Chris and Brad. Now, we got to face facts about Chris. He's had his chance but he's failed." "God, Sharon...you don't pull any punches," Brenda said, laughing lightly. "We've got to be pragmatic about this thing," Sharon said seriously. "The big question is this: Could you love a child that is not Chris's?" "Are you talking about adopting?" Brenda said confused. They had not talked about adoption in the past but Sharon knew that wasn't an acceptable solution. Brenda just wasn't seeing where she was leading her. "No, remember you want this to be your child. You want it to happen naturally." "Sharon, you're confusing me. Just tell me what it is." "If Chris can't do the job, would you consider having someone else be the actual father?" Sharon saw Brenda get what she was driving at. Her mouth fell a little open. "You're suggesting that I have sex with someone else to get pregnant?" "Yes, dear, I am...but not just anyone. I've got someone in mind. But first let me know if the idea is so repugnant that you wouldn't consider it." Brenda sat there for a moment, looking off into space as she thought about what Sharon had suggested. "Sharon, it is a little surprising to hear you suggest something like this," Brenda began, "My mother would never have been able to talk with me this way. I know you're only suggesting this because you want me and Chris to be happy. I've got to admit that the thought had crossed my mind. About sleeping with someone else." Sharon knew they were way over the hump with her admission. "I suppose I could live with the secret. I know Chris and I would love the kid to death," Brenda finished. "Oh, I know you guys would. That's the only reason I would suggest such a thing. And there's a way we can do it to make it easier for you to live with. I wouldn't want you to consider it cheating on Chris. Chris has your heart, I know that." "So, who did you have in mind?" Brenda asked in a voice that said she was considering Sharon's suggestion. "I was thinking of Brad," Sharon said. "Brad?!" Brenda said with real shock in her voice. "Wait, let me tell you my reasoning," Sharon said, patting Brenda's arm. "I know it's a wild proposal, having your husband's brother be the father, but here's why I think it makes sense. First of all, Brad and Chris carry very similar genetic make-ups so the child will actually have a little bit of Chris as its make-up. Secondly, because Brad is family already, he's less likely to try to cause problems later on. In a small town like the Falls, word is bound to get around if you slept with one of the other men in this town. They go down to those bars and drink and tell tales. With Brad, you're not going to have some guy suddenly crop up and claim his rights, like visitation. Which leads into my third point, you'll be able to see the real father interact with the child on a regular basis." "Wow, Sharon...you've really thought this thing out. How do you know Brad would even be willing to do this? Having a kid is a big responsibility and Brad's not the model of responsibility." Sharon had to agree with that. Brad was 19 and, like most teenagers, he believed in enjoying himself above all else. Someone looking at him would have doubts about the kind of person he was. He wore his brown hair longer than Sharon liked and hung out with a bunch of similarly minded teenagers. He'd admitted to smoking marijuana but only in party situations. And he was a bit crude in the language department. But Sharon overlooked these things because she knew he was a good person at heart and he had been such a help to her after his father had past away. "Brad's not going to have to be up changing diapers at 3 A.M., you will be. And Chris. Brad's life won't change that much," Sharon said. "Have you talked with Brad about this?" Brenda asked. "Heavens no! I didn't want to give Brad any ideas like this. First, you agree to it and then I'll bring it up to Brad. But I wouldn't tell him that you were already willing. I'd just make it seem like I was approaching him first with the idea," Sharon sipped her ice tea and watched Brenda think about what she was suggesting. "Sharon, everything you've said makes sense," Brenda finally said with a smile. "Just having someone else know the secret will help me because I could always talk to you.... I guess, as crazy as it seems, I'd be willing to do it. With Brad." "Brenda, I think that's great. Chris is so lucky to have a wife like you." "Well, I don't know if what we're going to do is 'great' but it does make sense." They finished eating and walked their dishes back inside the kitchen. Then Brenda raised a point that Sharon had thought about but not brought up yet. "Sharon, how do I know Brad isn't like Chris?" "I did think about that. Obviously, we'll have to get Brad tested too. I know some people over at the clinic in Chapel's Gate. You could go over there and get the tests done with no problem. I wouldn't want you going through Dr. Evans again. He might get suspicious if Brad is healthy and than talk to Chris and that's a whole can of worms we shouldn't even open." Sharon was washing off the dishes in the sink as she said this and saw Brad pushing his motorcycle across the back yard. "Here comes Brad now," she said to Brenda. Brenda walked to the door to the deck and watched Sharon's younger, shirtless son push his broken or out-of-gas off-road motorcycle to the steps at the bottom of the deck. Then he picked the motorcycle up with a great heave and walked it up to the deck where he locked it up at night. Sharon, with a sideways glance, saw Brenda taking note of the muscles that Brad was unknowingly displaying to his brother's wife. It could be that Brenda might have agreed to her plan for more reasons than just propagation. Brad did have a nice body by all standards. It wasn't that he was really muscular; Sharon thought he resembled swimmers like she had watched in the Olympics. He had a definite V-shape to his upper body from riding his bike or doing pull-ups, whatever he was always up to. As Brad bent down to chain his bike to the railing, Brenda turned from the door and walked away to lean on the counter. "Just act like yourself," Sharon said and they shared a smile as Brad came through the door. 'Fucking bike," Brad thought, standing up after locking it to the deck railing. Something was always breaking on the damn thing. 'Ought to let someone steal it and get Mom to buy me a new one.' He had no doubts that his mother would if he asked her. Since his father had past away and Chris had moved out of the house, she'd been pouring all her affection on him, that was for sure. Giving his bike a kick, he walked inside. And came up short when he saw Brenda standing in the kitchen with his mother. Brenda would look good wearing a burlap sack and she looked fantastic in a pair of short shorts and a tanktop that did little to hide those big round knockers. Man, his brother was one lucky SOB. "Hey girls," he said closing the door and sweeping his hand back through his longish hair. "Brad, you're a mess. You got grass in your hair," his mother said. "Yeah, I took a frigging header out in McAnnally's field. Had to push the damn bike all the way back." "You're going to break your neck one day," Brenda chimed in as she pulled her hair back and hooked it behind her ear. "It's a distinct possibility," Brad said with a forced laugh. Brenda was no comedian but with a body like hers, who the hell cared. "When I'm doing a Chris Reeves you can come over and tell me 'I told you so!'" Brad stepped close to his sister-in-law and grabbed the back of her neck and started playfully shaking her. She twisted out of his grasp but not before he got a good view down her top. "Cut it out, Brad," she said, swinging her long hair around with a twist of her head. "Brad, go take a shower. You're filthy and I'm sure you smell as well," his mother said, snapping a dish towel at his legs. "O.K., O.K....I can tell when I'm not wanted." He opened the door to the refrigerator and pulled out a beer. His mother let him drink around the house. "Shower beer," he said reverently to the can of Olympia. "Those don't buy themselves," his mother said as he moved toward the stairs. "I'll buy some more later. Promise." He went upstairs with Brenda's deep cleavage running through his mind. "You want me to have one of those," Brenda kidded Sharon after Brad was gone. "Brad's a good kid. You could do a lot worse," Sharon said and meant it. "But the only thing he's going to give you is one little sperm. It's up to you and Chris to make it into what you want from there on. So, should I ask him tonight or do you want to think about it? There's no hurry." "Not that I'm backtracking but how exactly do you envision the actual act happening, if everything goes forward without a hitch," Brenda asked. "Well, it's not like you have to make love with Brad. You could wear a long T-shirt so you wouldn't be naked. And Brad could just do his business. To tell you the truth, I'm sure Brad would probably be quick about it, if you know what I mean." "Sharon!" Brenda said, smiling from ear to ear in amazement. "Well, you know, I think Brad would find the whole thing very stimulating. Being with you, his brother's wife. I think he's got a crush on you if the truth be known." "I sort of thought he did," Brenda said shuffling her feet, the smile still on her face. "Just as long as he understands that this is just going to be a one time occurence....." Brenda trailed off. "Well, honey, it might take only once. We'd want to do it on the day that you're most fertile, so we'll arrange it that way. It may make sense to do it more than once. Maybe two days in a row to make sure it takes. But it may not even happen that first time. We might have to do it again on another cycle. You're going to have to commit to doing it until it happens - otherwise you'll have nothing to show for it." "Oh yeah, I understand that. I don't know what else to say but thanks again, Sharon. I feel like such a weight has been lifted off of me. There's this light at the end of the tunnel now." Brenda gave her a hug and said she'd call in the morning to hear what Brad thought of the whole idea. "Alright, now go home and be with your husband," Sharon said as she walked her daughter-in-law to the front door. "Who knows, maybe tonight you guys will take care of the whole thing by yourselves." She watched Brenda drive off and then closed the door. Leaning against it, she thought about how she was going to tell Brad about what she and Brenda had cooked up. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Later that night, she was cleaning the dishes from dinner when Brad came in from the living room. "Need any help?" he asked, leaning against the counter by the sink. "Brad, you can see that I'm almost done," she said. "Why do you always do that?" "Because I'm an asshole?" Brad said as if he were guessing at a school question. "You're not an asshole," Sharon chuckled and flicked soap bubbles on him. "It's Saturday night. Where are you off to tonight?" "Oh, I thought I'd stay in tonight," Brad said simply. Sharon smiled at his statement. She always enjoyed it when Brad didn't go out and spent some time with her. Her husband had been killed in an auto accident three years ago and Chris had moved out with Brenda almost right after that. Thank goodness for Brad. "Good," she said, drying her hands with a dish towel. "There's something I need to talk with you about later." Sharon got ready for bed around 9:30 that night, earlier than usual. Standing in front of her bathroom mirror, she unhooked the front snap on her bra as she studied her face. At 39, she thought she might have hit her prime. Being widowed had caused her to take stock and get herself looking her best; she wasn't the type that liked to be without male companionship. Her sex drive had always been strong. Getting pregnant with Chris at the young age of 16 had been a byproduct of that. She'd changed her hairstyle to a short, sassy cut to accentuate her long neck and added some blonde highlights to contrast with her natural brown. She had a narrow chin, a thin-lipped mouth, and a narrow, slightly upturned, nose. Her eyes had always bothered her - they had always looked to her like they bulged too far out of their sockets and had made her look older than she had been. But now nearing 40, the age of her green eyes appeared to now match the rest of her. She shrugged off her bra and placed it on the counter in front of her. Her breasts were cute, cupcake-sized mounds that had sagged just a little over the years but they look good just above the outline of her ribcage. She had always been thin, with the body of a dancer but none of the grace. She ran her hand down her front, still not happy with the little belly she had been trying to shake for years and years. At least her legs and butt were still in good shape - no cellulite showing anywhere. "Don't be so hard on yourself," she said to her reflection and pushed her panties down off her hips, working them down past mid-thigh until they fell around her ankles on their own. "No one's complaining about the equipment." She brushed her teeth and brushed out her hair briefly, posed sideways in the mirror to check out her backside and then satisfied, she turned off the light and walked into her bedroom. Her breath caught in her throat for a fraction of a second, as it always did, when she saw her young strapping son waiting for her in her bed. Brad was laying there, so at ease with his body and his nudity and with what they were going to do again. He saw her come into view and rolled on his side facing her as she padded to the bed, his eyes drinking in her body. "You keep getting better and better looking," he said. "It's nice to be appreciated," Sharon said and sat on the bed beside his reclining figure, her left leg folded underneath her as she twisted her torso to face him. "Like I appreciate you staying in tonight to be with me." "You know I love it, Mom," Brad said, his left hand moving to rub the inside of her left thigh. "The girls in this town got nothing on you. If you appreciate it so much, why don't we do away with the rationing shit?" Sharon smiled at his enthusiasm and began stroking the top of his hips with her right hand. If he only knew the willpower it took on her part to not let him stay in her bed every night. Since their lovemaking had started, she'd always limited it to twice a week. She wanted him to be out dating and doing all the rest of the things that boys his age did; she wanted him to be as normal as he could be. "We talked about that, Brad," she said, "There are nights I lie here and wish you were here too." "This is going to make three times this week, Mom," Brad pointed out, his hand coming awfully close to her womanhood. "I don't see the house getting ready to fall down around our ears. I bet we could do it say....... every other night.....without warping me any more than I already am." Sharon could feel herself weakening on the point. He was no longer 17, after all. He'd handled their new relationship well up to this point and he did date and nail a lot of girls in his bedroom with her blessing. "You're not warped, dear," Sharon said simply as she stretched out on her side facing him, her right leg moving up on the bed to slide between his knees. "You're just horny like all boys your age. Maybe we should expand our activities a little more." She cupped his beaming face with her hands as his left hand moved up over her hip and pulled her tight against him. It felt so good to be held by a man, any man, since her husband had died. That Brad would ever do it would never have entered her mind had he not tried to seduce her one night when he was almost 18. It had been a shock when he'd tried to kiss her, really kiss her, that night as they sat on the couch watching TV. She'd reacted like any mother would have at first. Brad had gone to his room that night thinking he was a real heel. But Sharon had thought about it and thought about it after he had left. She didn't want to have to find another man and remarry. Little Falls had little to offer anyway in the men department. But she did have needs, needs that hadn't been met for over a year after the funeral. It would be wrong to do what Brad wanted but it would fill a void in her life as well. So after midnight that night, she had gone to his room and made his wish come true. And she hadn't regretted it ever. "Every other night, right?" Brad wanted to confirm their new deal. Sharon let her lips answer him. She planted a few butterfly soft kisses on his chin, each time moving a little closer to his mouth, her finger running through his long hair. She thought she would really prolong this kissing tease, doing his nose and cheeks before offering her lips to his but her son, always the caveman, moved his mouth on hers and she relented when his tongue slid inside her mouth. Giving herself over to the deep soul kissing they both enjoyed, she felt him pushing her on her back and his young body partially covered hers. His mouth finally left hers and he began kissing down her neck as she held his head. She could feel his hot thick erection digging into her thigh and she got wetter between her legs, knowing he'd be fucking her soon. "Oh, Brad, you always get me going," Sharon sighed. She had had the most exciting sex of her life with her son. Everything he did to her was magnified through the prism of incest. And she'd taught him well over their year and a half together, showed him everything she liked and some things that she didn't like but she would do because he enjoyed them. His lips moved out of the hollow of her neck and onto her sternum, his left hand sliding up her right side to push the titflesh of her right breast up toward her neck. She felt his tongue swiping back and forth across her breastbone, going lower. Even knowing it was coming, she still moaned out loud when his mouth swept to the side and he began sucking on the nipple of the breast he was holding. "Uuummmmm, oh, that's nice......aaaahhhhhhh," she encouraged her son as she closed her eyes. Her brownish-pink nipples were large for the size of her breasts. Slightly larger than knitting thimbles, they rose from half-dollar sized areolae. She loved having them sucked and had gotten off more than once in the past when Brad sucked on them. Brad gave her other nipple the same treatment, sucking and licking and lightly chewing on the sensitive nub for several minutes before his mouth began moving further down her torso. Sharon let her face fall sideways in the pillow and her legs fall open as his mouth worked down into her crotch. His body shifted further down the bed and she felt his hands holding the inside of her thighs open as his tongue began to lap at her excited genitalia. "Uuuummmmm....aahhhhhhh," she panted into her pillow as her son pressed his hot mouth fully on her furry slit. His tongue came out low, almost on her pee-hole and then slowly glided up over the pink entrance to her pussy, went over it, right up to the folds covering her clitoris. "Oh, Brraaadddddd." His mouth lifted and she heard him say, "Tell me what you want me to do, Mom." 'He's such a filthy boy,' Sharon thought. For the first year, he'd been happy just to have sex with her and both hadn't been very vocal in bed. But for the last six months, he'd been making her say all kinds of nasty things and she had too admit that it excited her. "Suck my pussy, Brad," she said huskily into the pillow. "And?" he prompted her for more. "Lick me....all over, baby.....stick your tongue up my pussy." His mouth dove back on her sex crack and Sharon thought she would explode right then and there. But the crest never came. She held it off as her son's mouth retreated again as he pulled the folds of flesh off her clit and licked it lovingly. His tongue sent electric jolts through her whole crotch and she wantonly pumped her loins up at her son's face. "You lovely boy," Sharon groaned as he sucked on her clit, drawing a good portion of her surrounding labia in his mouth at the same time. Her manicured fingers began pulling on her nipples as her son continued to go down on her, heightening the carnal lust that she tried to keep a lid on most of the week. Her son then turned his attention to her pussy entrance, swirling his tongue on its opening and pushing it inside her oily hole as well. "That feels good!" Sharon exclaimed, raising herself up on her elbows to see her son's face buried in her quivering crotch. His nose was pressed deep in her brown muff, grazing over her clit hood. Brad's eyes looked up at her and she could almost feel his lips start smiling around her slit. After a few seconds, he took his mouth away slightly and began to slide the index and middle fingers of his left hand into her oily pussy hole. She took them easily enough in her excited state. He slowly corkscrewed his fingers tenderly in her most intimate of places. She had him always loosen her up with his fingers before they coupled. Her son's erection wasn't very long, only average at about six inches, but it was very thick. Almost as thick as a soda can. She didn't know where he got that trait from; it sure hadn't been his father, God rest his soul. He fed another finger into her splayed womanhood and began to spread his hidden fingers outward as he twisted them between her lightly haired labia. His thumb, not by accident, kept rubbing across her clitoral region as his hand turned back and forth. From chilipeelr@aol.com Fri Jul 04 16:59:28 1997 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Chili Repost: Sordid Conception - Part 2 (inc, mother/son) From: chilipeelr@aol.com (ChiliPeelr) Date: 4 Jul 1997 21:59:28 GMT ************************************************************************** THE FOLLOWING STORY CONTAINS GRAPHIC LANGUAGE AND DESCRIPTIONS OF NON-STREAM SEXUAL ACTIVITIES. THIS MATERIAL IS DISTRIBUTED "FOR ADULTS ONLY" AND MAY NOT BE USED IN ANY PROFITABLE ENTERPRISE. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. POSSESSION BY A MINOR IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN. IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 YEARS OF AGE - GO FIND SOMETHING ELSE TO READ. ************************************************************************** SORDID CONCEPTION - PART 2 BY CHILI PEELER "How do you want it tonight, Mom?" he asked up at her. "I'll let you decide, baby," she said, smoothing his hair off his forehead in a motherly instinct. She could almost bet money on the position he'd choose. "In that case, Mother dear," Brad began, a big smile on his face, "Assume the position......of doggy submission!" He pulled his fingers from her pussy and sat up on his haunches, his hard peter sticking up from his hairy pubes like a Stonehendge monolith. Sharon's bet would have paid off. Her son just loved to take her from behind. She liked just about any position if the truth was known. "You're so predictable, Brad," she teased, sitting up and then twisting her body over so she was in the position he wanted, crouching on her hands and knees in front of him. She began stacking the two pillows just in front of her as Brad moved between her calves, his right hand coming up to stroke her puffy pouch of pussy nestled between the top of her thighs while his left hand lay on her butt. "I can't help it if I love seeing your ass like this...you got a great ass, Mom," Brad said complimentary. His knees spread her legs wider and his fingers dipped back into her slippery slot. "I love to drive my hips into it while I fuck you." Sharon finished stacking the pillows, smiling at Brad's bawdy talk and the way he was massaging the inside of her cunt with his fingers. Her husband never would have been able to use such language and she never would have experienced it if she's settled down with some older suitor from town. "You like to watch it shake while you screw me?" Sharon asked, giving him tit-for-tat. She looked back at him and could almost see his mind trying to think up a comeback. "You know it, Momma.....it real shakes when I'm throwing Big Chubby to ya!" His left hand squeezed her asscheek to punctuate his statement. Big Chubby was the affectionate nickname for his penis which he used with all too much regularity. "Oh Brad, you're such a rude thing!" Sharon said, moving her pussy back and forth suggestively around his digits, fucking herself on them. She was more than ready for Brad to put Big Chubby to use. "You love my rudeness, Mom. So prim and proper by day but when we get in this bed....man, you like it down and dirty, don't you?" He was almost laughing at her as he drew his fingers from her satin-slick slot and moved even closer behind her, his figure now seeming to loom over her upthrust ass. His eyes were on her face as he dipped his knees slightly and slapped his stiff prick up against her womanhood. It was apparent that he wanted an answer before he continued. "You know I'm no angel, baby. An angel doesn't sleep with her own son." Her words pleased Brad; he began to smile. She went further. "An angel doesn't get down on her hands and knees and let her son fuck her all night!" That got him. She turned her face away from him and held her breath as he directed the tip of his cock against the flower of her pussyhole and pushed strongly. After all the times he had done this, he knew just the right pressure to apply to sock the fat head of his fucker past the resisting ring of her pussy portal. His hearty cry of "I'm going to fuck you all night!" completely covered her "AAAAHHHHHHH!" of pleasure and pain as he entered her. She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip for the few seconds of discomfort but it went away quickly. "Oh yeaaahhh!" Brad gasp. "Get ready to get fucked, you dirty, dirty angel." Sharon's mouth fell open as her son began pushing the rest of his thick fuckstick through her splayed cunt lips. It felt like a fire hydrant being stuffed up her pussy but she was used to it, welcomed it. "Shit, I love your pussy, Mom....you take it so easy," Brad grunted as his strong hands held her ass and he shoved his hefty schlong in inch by wide inch. "Uh....it's not that easy, baby," Sharon said through gritted teeth. He always compared her to girls his own age that he dated and fucked; those high school honeys with their thin hips sometimes hadn't reached to the point of maturity where they could accommodate her son or just didn't want to try. She'd been only too happy to cure his blue balls after those occasions. "Sure it is....Tell me this isn't easy!" With a big final push, he sank his last three inches into her begrudging cunt in a bull rush. "Oooooooohmigod!" Sharon squealed at his impolite charge up her . Normally if he'd tried something like that, she'd have tore into him about being crude and uncaring for her feelings. But she was so randy that she didn't want to make a point of it. "Sorry, Mom," Brad said lamely. "It's all right....just leave it in for a moment," she asked. She wanted her cuntal sheath to fully expand before her son started banging away. As they stayed still in the center of her bed, she dipped her head down to look back under her body. One thing about their taboo sex that she loved was to watch her pussy getting fucked by Brad. Watching his man- cock pump into her welcoming womb was so erotic! Taking him on her hands and knees was her least favorite position for viewing the penetration but, through her dangling titties, she could watch his nuts and that held some charm. 'They're going to give Brenda what she wants... a big load or two of potent baby cream," Sharon thought. Brad just exuded virility and she was sure in her mind that he could knock up his sister-in-law if given the chance. She knew another thing that kept Brad coming back for more, besides his natural Oedipallic yearning, was the opportunity to fuck her without a condom; she'd had her tubes tied after he was born. He swore her pussy was the first and the only one that he'd cracked his nuts in. She steadied herself on her left hand as she reached back between her legs with the right. Her fingertips roamed over her exposed clit for a few delightful strums before she dipped her shoulder a little more and took Brad's balls in the palm of her hand. "You're ready," she heard Brad say from above and behind her. His heavy balls slid off her hand as he pulled his cock out of her cunt halfway and then pushed it back in strongly. Sharon made a grab for his swinging scrotum as it bumped up against her fingers but he was already into his second thrust, his balls escaped her as they swung away. She satisfied herself with feeling the underside of his moving shaft and her bulging, sparsely-haired labia as Brad slid his hands forward to grab her waist, his fingers digging into her skin. "MMmmmmHHmmm.....yesssss....uhhh....uuhhh," she trilled and puffed and grunted in front of her hung son as he fucked her like a cur in the middle of her bed, the same bed where his father had lain with her for years and years. God help her, Brad was better, so much better! Her bed began its familiar squeaking, the rhythmic squawking of the mattress coils heralding another hot coupling of mother and son. They fucked silently for several minutes, each content to just enjoy the act without expounding about the shameful sensations emanating from their sex organs. "You got hot pussy...." Brad finally grunted behind her in imperfect English, "...fucking awesome!" His erection plumbed her nice and hard, the only speed he seemed to know. Sharon steadied herself on both hands again, closing her eyes and tilting her head back toward her shoulders. Brad's hips smashed against her bottom again and again, sending her soft ass rippling and shaking just like he'd wanted as his rigid rod flashed in her oozing quim. "Yesssss....uhhh....uuhhh...get me off....baby, get Momma off!" she pleaded hotly, wiggling her ass prevertedly, goading her young lover to fuck her harder. Brad didn't rise to the bait - he get fucking her hard but didn't shift into the higher gears she knew he had. He did however dip his hands under her hips, his body leaning over her slightly as his fingers tortured her unhooded clit. His fingers were clumsy, riding on her supersensitive knob of nerves, pulling and pushing her slick downy-soft cunt lips to and fro but he knew the extra stimulation would put her into orbit. "Ah...fuck!" he hissed close to her ear. "Squeeze my dick....yeah, that's it, Mom! Ah, fuck yeah...make it tight....then let it cum...aahhh ....aahhhh." Sharon used her deep cunt muscles on her son's pounding pud, squeezing the front half of his horse cock when it delved between them. His words and fingers were sweeping her toward a great orgasm where control of her cunt would be lost. "Fuck me.....do it harder!" she croaked as she let her face and shoulders fall into the stacked pillows before her, afraid her arms were going to give out any second. Her son's legs pushed her knees forward a few inches, making her arch her back and raise her ass higher. He quickly straightened up, grabbing her jiggling cheeks with his strong mitts as he shifted into overdrive. "AAAHHH.....yeaaaahh!" Brad groaned. "Hold that....pussy up! FUCKIN' YOUR TIGHT CUNT!" Sharon hugged the pillows as her fiery fuck-furrow exploded in a juice- squirting, topsy-turvy climax. She fought to even breath as her sex jerked and shimmied around Brad's unrelenting barrage of cock thrusts. "UUUUUHHHGGHHHHAAAAHHHHH!" she moaned in release, just blown away by her son's powerful fucking. Things got confusing for awhile, she lost track of time but she came out of the fuck funk feeling Brad's hands under her armpits, pulling her upper body upward. "Get up..I want you up," she realized Brad was saying. "Yeah..I want you just like this!" No sooner had she gotten her arms under her, than Brad grabbed her by the shoulders and began lunging into her still-shivering sex. He was laying into her so hard and pulling back on her shoulders so powerfully that Sharon thought the back of her head would bump against her tailbone! "TAKE IT.....TAKE IT, MOM!.....AAAAAUUUUGGGGHHH!" Mercifully, Sharon felt hot rush of her baby's cum in her stretched cunt as he shoved in deep. His twitching tool sent her into a follow-up mini- orgasm, the two of them panting in her bed while his cream mixed with her juices in the confines of her cunt. The world outside spun on unknowingly. "Brad, I want you to do something for me," Sharon said later as they lay on their backs beside each other. "God, Mom. Are you horny tonight or what?" Brad misunderstood what she'd meant but neither had to get up early in the morning. Another go- round would probably occur if her pussy could take it. She rolled on her side toward him, raising up on her elbow and draping her arm across his chest. "I didn't say 'something to me', I said 'for me' but I think you'll enjoy it as much.....we've got a crisis in the family." "Yeah, what might that be?" he asked, rubbing her arm. "Brenda and Chris have been trying to have a baby for quite a while and Brenda's found out that Chris is the problem." "What? You mean he's got no pop-in-the-pistol?" "Well, he's got some 'pop'," Sharon said mimicking him, "but the odds aren't good and Brenda wants a baby....even if it's not Chris's." Brad looked from the ceiling to her face. "Brenda has agreed to let you impregnate her....that is, if you want." "No shit!" "I'm not joking," Sharon assured her lucky son, "We were talking about it when you came in today. I've seen the way you look at Brenda... I hope you don't mind me volunteering you for the task." "And Chris is in the dark about this?" Brad asked, trying to hide his obvious interest. "Yes. It has to be that way too. He can't ever find out." "So, Brenda said it was O.K. for me to fuck her?" Brad's concern about Chris's feelings disappeared fast enough. "It's not going to be like you and me, honey. It's going to have to be done with, uh, some detachment. She's just looking to get pregnant...it would be a no-frills thing." "My cock's going to be shooting cum in her pussy and you call that no- frills?!" Brad said with a naughty gleam in his eyes. "I'd call that frills deluxe!" "I didn't say you weren't going to enjoy yourself," Sharon said, kissing him tenderly for a moment. "You've just have to act like you aren't." "That'll be hard, Mom. Brenda's such little sexpot....almost as hot as you," he added, his fingers moving up her arm and onto her right breast. "Brad, you say the nicest things," Sharon sighed, moving her hand down his stomach to touch his hardening prick. "Is this because of me or because of Brenda?" "Both of you," Brad said, rolling her on her back and moving over her. "But Brenda's not here, so you'll have to do." * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 'I should have my head examined for even thinking about this,' Brenda thought as she drove to her mother-in-law's house the next afternoon. But she had made up her mind to go through with Sharon's solution. It made sense in every way. And there was that illicit element that made it even exciting. She could use some excitement if the truth be known. Chris was a very predictable sort in bed. There wasn't a lot of variation in their lovemaking. He wanted to be sucked for awhile and then he got on top and went as long as he could. That had been very exciting when they were dating but, after years of marriage, the luster was wearing off. Brenda thought again about Brad. He had a lot of growing up to do but there was something that was very exciting about his untamed manners. It was like having Tarzan in the family. She squirmed in the car seat as she recalled the wild dream that she'd had about Brad the previous night. She knew enough about dreams to know that things seen or heard in a previous day often made their way into dreams. So she shouldn't have been surprised she'd have a sexual dream. But her part in the dream had shocked her. In the dream, she'd practically raped Brad! The scene had been his mother's bedroom but she wasn't covered up, hiding her body. She'd been naked and pulling off a pair of shorts that Brad had on at the beginning of the portion of the dream that she could remember. The shorts had come off and Brad had had this super cock. Obviously, he couldn't have one like the one she dreamed up - it was maybe eighteen inches long! She'd pushed Brad on his back on the bed and climbed on top of him, steering his unbelievable organ right up into her ready pussy, sinking down on it until it was somehow all the way inside her. Then she'd bounced on it like a banshee until it unleashed a huge blast of sperm right where she needed it. But she hadn't stopped there! She'd dismounted from Brad's wilting surrealistic dick and scooted back until she was straddling his knees. Then she'd taken that big, slimy dick in her mouth and sucked and jacked on it like a porno star. She'd wanted it to get rock hard again so she could get more of his seed in her fertile womanhood. But the damn thing had gone off in her mouth, shooting blasts of wasted cum right down her throat. Whimpering in disappointment and disbelief at Brad's ability to produce so much sperm, she'd swallowed it down and kept right on sucking. Brad's monster staff of life had stayed hard and she'd pulled him on top of her, spreading her legs wide, letting Brad ram his long prong impossibly deep in her cummy cunt. She'd started having orgasm after orgasm as he pounded her. It had been so unbelievable but so real! Finally, Brad had hosed her innards with what felt like a quart of baby juice. Almost immediately, Brenda had felt that she was pregnant, that a new life was being born. Even before Brad had pulled out, her belly had started to grow, bulging to full-term shape in about ten seconds. Then all at once it had snapped back to its original flat state and Brad was presenting her with her baby. She'd taken it with tears in her eyes, pressing a nipple in its mouth, feeling it beginning to nurse..... That's when she had sat up in bed beside her sleeping husband, her breath coming in waves, her body tingling with excitement. 'Brenda, you've got some imagination!' she told herself, seeing her mother-in-law's house come into view. 'This is just about getting pregnant and that's all.' But deep down, she knew parts of the dream weren't about just having a baby. The doorbell rang and Sharon headed downstairs to answer it. It was most likely Brenda, come to discuss things with her and Brad. "Brad!" she called down the hallway as she stopped at the top of the stairs. "Yeah?!" he called back and then stuck his head out of his bedroom. "That's probably Brenda. Come down when I call you." "Gotcha." "And comb your hair!" she said before heading downstairs. Entering the front room, she saw it was Brenda though the sheer curtains on the inside door. "Hi, Brenda. Come on in," she said after opening both doors. Brenda came in and she said to come into the kitchen and have some ice tea that she had made. Brenda and she went into the kitchen. "You must be working today," Brenda said as she sat down at the kitchen table. Sharon was wearing her nurse's uniform. "Yes, I'm working the overnight shift. Here you go." Sharon sat a glass of tea in front of Brenda and sat down at the table. "Well, what did Brad say?" her daughter-in-law asked. "Brenda, I must tell you that I have never seen Brad so serious as when I told him about your problems," Sharon began. She had to lie to Brenda to keep things on track. Telling Brenda the truth, that Brad was only interested in slipping her his salami, would have blown everything. "He sees the reasoning behind it. He said he'd would help us and he'd keep our secret." "Do you trust him, Sharon?" Brenda asked. "I do, dear. Brad puts on an act sometime but he understands what could happen to our family if this gets out. Don't worry about that." "Then I guess, if Brad tests O.K., we should plan for this coming Thursday. That's the next big day." "Let me call Brad down and you can talk to him about it," she said. Sharon walked over to the stairs and called up, "Brad! Brenda's here!" She then walked back to the table. "He'll be right down, honey." Sharon thought Brenda would be a little nervous talking with Brad now that it looked like he was going to know her so intimately. But Brenda looked totally at ease, even eager to see Brad. 'Could it be that she's convinced herself so totally that this is the right thing to do?' Sharon wondered. Brad came down the stairs, looking much more presentable than usual. His hair was combed back in a ponytail and he was wearing a tennis shirt and nice knee-length shorts. "Hi, Brenda," her son said with a smile. Then he slipped into his usual comedic self, putting on a serious voice, he said, "You all know why I've called you here today." "Brad!" she said exasperatedly. He was going to joke his way right out of his chance to lay with Brenda and deny her a grandchild. "Sharon, it's O.K.," Brenda said, waving her hand at her. "Some levity is what we need right now. Sit down, Brad." Sharon was impressed by the way Brenda was acting. She seemed to be in control of the situation. Brad sat down at the table and managed to control himself for the next half hour that they talked. Brenda impressed on Brad what a baby would mean to her and Chris. Brad laid it on a little thick, saying that he just wanted her and Chris to be happy but Brenda seemed to buy it. So their pact was sealed. Brenda would stop by in the morning to pick up a sperm sample and take it to the out of town clinic for analysis. Sharon was a little surprised when Brenda kissed Brad on the cheek when she left. It went against the impersonal tone they had all put on the actual event. "How was I, Mom?" Brad asked his mother when she came back from walking Brenda out to her car. "You were fine, dear," his mother said as she cleaned the table. "Did you see that kiss she laid on me?" he said with a smile. "Honey, that was a very innocent kiss," his mother said with a small laugh. "Yeah, but you didn't see her grab my ass, too!" "Brad, I just don't know about you sometimes," she said shaking her head but smiling. "I better head to work." Brad wished she didn't have to run off. His mother looked pretty hot in her nurse's uniform. He made a mental note to see if she might go for wearing it one night. "What are you going to do tonight?" she asked before she left. "Nothing planned. It's a Sunday, so there aren't any parties. Maybe I ought to study." "Study?" his mother said in surprise. Hitting the books was not what he did and it was the summer anyway. "Yeah...for my sperm test!" he said, springing the old joke on her. "You are a comedian," his mother said sarcastically as he laughed at his own joke. Then she said, "I don't think you have to worry. From someone who's been on the receiving end, I'm betting you'll test just fine." "Oooh, Mom. You sure you have to go to work right anyway?" "Yes. So keep it in your pants." He managed to give her ass a quick feel when she kissed him good- bye. She told him where dinner was in the fridge and then she was gone, leaving him to think about Brenda and what was to come. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It was eight o'clock the next morning when Sharon pulled her car into her garage and went inside her house. She'd been on duty for fourteen hours at the hospital, although she'd been able to sleep for three hours during the night thanks to a rotation they had worked out among the nurses on duty. She was a little fatigued but she would wait until after Brenda stopped by to pick up Brad's sperm sample. She entered the kitchen to find the empty cartons of two twelve-paks of Olympia near the sink. 'Looks like Brad had some company last night,' she thought. She looked in the livingroom and saw empty potato chip bags and beer cans on the coffee table. It looked like Brad and some of his friends had spent the night drinking and watching TV. She checked the rest of the downstairs for any of Brad's sleeping friends but found none. She then went into the kitchen and took a wine glass out of the cupboard. Twirling the thin stalk of the glass between her fingers, she made her way upstairs. She went into her bedroom, kicked off her rubber soled nurse shoes and went into the bathroom and brushed her teeth. Doing the overnight shift, she had drunk a lot of coffee and it always left a taste in her mouth. Taking the wine glass, she then walked down the upstairs hallway. She looked in the guest bedroom and found it empty. Likewise, the small den where she did the family bookkeeping. That only left her son's room to check out. She knocked very lightly and then opened the door. Her son was sprawled on his bed, face down and naked. He was alone which was something of a relief. There wouldn't be any girls to chase away. Sharon walked to the side of his bed, enjoying the sight of Brad's nude form yet again. He was 19 but he had a more mature body. She was a very lucky woman to share a bed with him frequently. She sat the wine glass on his bedside table as she sat on the side of the bed and shook his shoulder. From chilipeelr@aol.com Fri Jul 04 17:01:39 1997 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Chili Repost: Sordid Conception - Part 3 (inc, oral, mother/son) From: chilipeelr@aol.com (ChiliPeelr) Date: 4 Jul 1997 22:01:39 GMT ************************************************************************** THE FOLLOWING STORY CONTAINS GRAPHIC LANGUAGE AND DESCRIPTIONS OF NON-STREAM SEXUAL ACTIVITIES. THIS MATERIAL IS DISTRIBUTED "FOR ADULTS ONLY" AND MAY NOT BE USED IN ANY PROFITABLE ENTERPRISE. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. POSSESSION BY A MINOR IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN. IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 YEARS OF AGE - GO FIND SOMETHING ELSE TO READ. ************************************************************************** SORDID CONCEPTION - PART 3 BY CHILI PEELER "Hmm!" he grunted. "Wake up, sleepyhead." She massaged his back for a moment and he raised his head up and turned it toward her. "What time is it?" he asked, yawning. "About 8:30. You have some friends over last night?" "Yeah, a few guys. I could use some more sleep," he muttered and lay his face down on the pillow. "You can sleep later," Sharon said, "Brenda will be here soon." "Oh yeah," he said, a smile appearing on his lips. "Oh yeah is right. So get up and get in the shower. I'm going to call Brenda." Sharon left his room when she was sure he was getting up. She walked back to her bedroom, sat on her bed and called Brenda on the bedside phone. Her other son, Chris, answered their phone. "Hi, Chris." "Morning, Mom. What are you up to this morning?" "Just got back from work. Is Brenda there?" "Yeah...say, what are you guys up to anyway?" Sharon played dumb, hoping Chris wasn't on to what they were planning. "What do you mean up to?" "She's been over there a lot lately. What are you girls hatching?" "It's a surprise," Sharon said sweetly. "Someone we know has a birthday coming up." It was Chris's birthday in a few weeks. "Oh, all right! Well, I won't spoil your surprise. Here's Brenda." "Hi, Sharon." "Hi. I just made Chris think we are working on something for his birthday. Are you coming over to get that item?" "Yes, that sounds great, Sharon." She was obviously playing up her end of the conversation for Chris's benefit. "We could go shopping up at Chapel's Gate...they have that new K-mart." 'Clever girl is giving herself an alibi for being in Chapel's Gate,' Sharon thought with a smile. "Brenda, be here at 9:30. O.K.?" "Yes." Brenda said. "All right, I'll see you then. Bye-bye." Sharon hung up the phone and spent a few minutes taking off the sheer white, thigh-high hose she wore under her uniform. Leaving on her white blouse and skirt, she walked back to Brad's room. Brad stepped from the shower and began drying himself with a towel. His head had just the hint of a hangover, so he dried his hair very carefully, moving the towel slowly through his hair without moving his head. He was drying himself between the legs when he heard his mother call him from his bedroom. He went to the door to find his mother sitting on his bed. She had that look in her bedroom eyes. "Brenda coming over?" he asked. He hoped she was going to say no. Then maybe those bedroom eyes were going to lead to a morning fuck right on his bed. And she was wearing her uniform to boot! "Yes," his mother said and his heart sank. Then she added, "We do have a little time before she gets here." She got up, walked over to him and offered him her hand. He threw his wet towel toward the shower stall and took her hand. His mother led him to his bed. "Sit down, baby," she said. He sat down on the side of the bed with both feet on the floor and his mother sat on his left, close to him, with a leg drawn up under her. Her left hand began massaging his dangling penis, her palm stroking the top of it lovingly. "So, Nurse Larrington, are you here to get my sperm sample?" he said, hugging her to him. "If you don't mind," she said with a smile, knowing the answer. "I mean, what kind of mother would I be if I didn't offer you a hand." Brad kissed her on the lips, then began nibbling her right earlobe as her hand hoisted his hardening prick up and she began beating him slowly. "We don't have time for any hi-jinx," she said when he rubbed her tits through her blouse. Something in her voice told him she wished that they did. "Oh, Mom, you're no fun!" he said jokingly as her hand cranked up and down on his burgeoning erection. Her small hand could only get a little more than halfway around his circumference but she used it well, rotating her hand as she stroked. "That feels great, Mom....hmmm, yeah." His cock was at full attention now and aching for more than a motherly handjob. He could do that himself. "How about sucking me?" he said to his mother, again rubbing her tits through her blouse. He could feel her hard nipples through the material and the bra she was wearing. "That was my plan all along, you silly goose" she said, kissing him again, giving him a hint of tongue. "I was thinking about it all night at work. I thought the shift would never end." She slid to her knees on the floor and moved between his legs. Brad leaned back on his elbows, looking forward to the oral sperm collection his wild mother was going to perform on him. "Now, you let me know when the time comes," she said, obviously referring to when he was going to shoot. "You gonna catch it in your hand or what?" "No, I'll use this," she said, picking up a wine glass on his bedside table that he hadn't noticed. She put the glass back down and then lifted his cock straight up in the air. She dipped her face and planted a kiss on the underside of his swollen glans. "Brenda's coming over, so no horsing around. You let me know!" "I will! Now suck me off!" he said. She scooted a little closer and took his cock in her mouth, her thin lips stretching around his girth as she swallowed about half of his erection, all she could possibly handle. "Yeah, suck me, Mom....uuhhh...shit, I love it....aahh!" he grunted as his mother copulated his cock, watching her hand and mouth move in concert up and down, up and down. Brad liked being sucked almost as much as fucking pussy. There was something about his dick in a girl's mouth that really excited him to no end. A girl could just lay there and her pussy could be doing nothing. But when a girl used her mouth, then you knew if she was really hot for you. Especially if they swallowed - that was true love! His mother would suck him but she always wanted him up her cunt when he finished. Rarely would she take him all the way with her mouth. But, hey, he wasn't complaining. Blasting her puss with his load was awesome! "You are one sloppy cocksucker," he said, in a good way, down to her. Spit was running down from her lips to pool around her fist. Sucking cock made her saliva glands really go to town and he usually gave her some good natured ribbing about it. She gave him a look as if to say I'll-get-you-for-that as she drew her lips right up to the crown of his cock. Then she tightened her grip with her right hand and milked upward on his prick until her hand met her lips. She slurped down all the spit on the top of her hand and then popped her mouth off his glistening pole. "There....all better," she said. "Mom, I'm not complaining," Brad said with a laugh, rubbing her left arm which was draped on his thigh. "You can drool on it all you want!" "Brad! Really, you are so gross sometimes, honey," she said, acting all offended. "Mom, no one sucks me better," he said. That wasn't the truth but she wanted to hear him say it. "Thank you, Brad," she said, all happy again, her hand jacking his dick with long tugs. "Do you think you're close?" "I could go anytime you want," Brad admitted. "I could stall it but that's not why we're here, right?" "All right, then, uh....why don't you stand up. It'll make this easier." She scooted back some, taking the glass from the table, as he stood up in front of her. He immediately fell in love with the arrangement. He'd never had his mother on her knees like that; she'd always sucked him in a bed. His prick was right in line with her pretty mouth - it was perfect! "I like you on your knees like this," he told her, not shy in expressing himself. "Promise me, you'll do this again." "Does this make you feel all macho?" she asked, fisting his cock again with her right hand. "Like when you fuck me from behind?" He could tell she was digging it too. The way she had said the word fuck, making it sound raunchy, was a sure sign of that. "Just like," he said. "Now be a good mother and suck!" He placed his hands on her head as she gulped his fat cock back into her mouth. She looked so slutty sucking his dick, her cheeks going concave as her hand jacked him, the wine glass at the ready. "Beautiful....uuhh....suck me good.....this doesn't count, you know.... I'm gonna fuck you tonight..uuuhh...I can tell you need...a good fucking." His mother was in no position to argue with his lip-stretching erection stuffed in her mouth. She looked up at him and went right on sucking. In thirty seconds, he was ready to explode. "I'm gonna cum!" he panted down at her. She hurriedly yanked her mouth off him and stuck his cockhead in the glass as she continued to milk his boner with her hand. "O.K.!" she said. A few jerks on his prick and he was shooting. He watched the first long spurt of his cum splash against the top of the tilted glass. "Oh!" he heard his mother gasp as his vision got all blurry. He put some of his weight on the top of her head as his knees got shaky and he spurted again into the glass. Then he felt his mother's mouth swallow him again and he pulsed more cum over her tongue before he was finished. His vision sharpened to find his mother sitting the glass on the bedside table by feel as she nursed on his tingling prick. "Mmmmmm, that was goooooood!" he said, taking his hands off her head. She sucked on him for a few more seconds, then she kissed his drooping erection before standing up. Her face was all flush and she gave him a quick kiss. "I'm going to take this down and put it in a container I brought from the hospital," she said, lifting the wine glass in her hands. She started to head out of the room and he gave her ass a playful squeeze. "Thanks, Mom. I look forward to tonight." She sort of hesitated, giving him steamy look, and then she went downstairs. 'God, that boy can get me horny!' Sharon thought as she went downstairs. The way he talked and touched her always made her heart go like a rabbit. Her panties were damp between her legs from the blowjob she had given him and her body felt all alive now. The tiredness from working the overnight shift was gone. She opened her purse which she had left on the kitchen table and took out the small plastic container. She removed its lid and then poured a good portion of Brad's sperm into it, resealing it when she was through. The wine glass she took to the sink and washed out thoroughly before putting it in the dishwasher with some dishes from the previous night. She started the machine through its wash cycle. There was a knocking at the front door and Sharon went to answer it. Brenda was waiting out on the front porch. "Hi. I'm a little early," Brenda apologized. "That's O.K., dear. Come on in. Brad's done his business." Both of them laughed as they went into the kitchen. Sharon handed her the container and Brenda tucked it carefully into her purse. "That was good thinking this morning with Chris," Brenda said. "He doesn't suspect anything, does he?" "Chris? No, he was just joking around. But it is a good excuse for my coming over here so often." "You're going up to Chapel's Gate right now?" "Yeah, I better get going. I'll call you tomorrow when I hear the verdict ....you know, Sharon, for someone that worked all night, you look good," Brenda said. "You've really got good high color." "Really?" Sharon said. "Well, its the excitement of what we're doing, I guess. Have a safe trip," she said as they walked to the front door. Brenda walked out to her car, got in and drove away. 'Thank goodness she wasn't any earlier,' Sharon thought, watching her drive away. It wouldn't have been a disaster; Brad just would have had to finish by himself. "Was that Brenda?" Brad said behind her. She turned to see him sitting down at the kitchen table through the archway of the front room. He'd put on a pair of shorts and combed his damp hair back. "Yes," she said, walking through the front room toward the kitchen. "Did she comment about why that sperm was still warm?" Brad said and began to laugh as he put both arms over his head, stretching his chest and shoulders like a jungle cat. "Oooooh, Brad!" she exclaimed, coming up behind him and grabbing him by the neck. "What kind of a boy am I raising?" "My raising is over, Momma," he replied, dropping his arms back to his side and tilting his face back at her. "I think you did a pretty good job." "Yeah, you turned out pretty good," Sharon said, letting her hands run down onto his chest. They had a moment then, eyes locking and passing loads of information. Brad's hands moved over hers and she licked her lips which were suddenly dry. "Mom, I think we ought to go upstairs right now," Brad said softly, pushing his damp head against her stomach. She knew what he meant and he had read her like a book. She was still all wound up from before and the thought of going upstairs to just sleep was not appealing. Not when she had her Brad. She hated herself for the lack of willpower but she needed her baby, not sleep. "Make sure all the doors are locked," she said simply and headed upstairs, her fingers undoing the buttons of her blouse. "Oh, baby....let me do it...that's it....leave it still," Sharon panted against her son's shoulder in the early morning daylight filtering through the sheer window curtains. She felt his hands release her ass and slide up onto her back. They began a slow up and down rub, starting at the beginning swell of her butt and going up to her mid-back. She took a few deep breaths, settling down a little from the energetic fucking he had been giving her. Laying on his powerful body with her tits squashed against his chest, she could feel his heart as well. They had started with her on top for a little variety. She knew it was his least favorite fucking position but it was her second favorite and he had felt she deserved her choice after helping him with his sperm sample. She pushed her upper body up off his, her hands putting all her weight on his collarbones. He was grinning up at her. "I think I can go all day, Mom. That blowjob is going to make me last." He gave his half-buried erection, which was sticking in her pussy at a 45 degree angle, a slow thrust until it was all the way inside her. Then he lowered his ass back down, drawing it out again. "That's big talk," she said, working her cunt muscles on his cock tip. His eyes closed and he looked like he was enjoying what she was doing, so she kept it up for several moments, slowly adding a rocking motion with her hips that began to slide him in and out of her hair-fringed honeyhole. "I bet I can get you off twice before you can make me blow again," he said, looking up at her. "I think that would be a sucker's bet, baby," she said, screwing herself slowly on his manhood. Sharon was sure her son probably would get her off at least twice; she'd almost orgasmed a few minutes ago, before she had stopped him and taken over their coupling. "If you're so hot, let's cut out this slow shit," Brad complained, his hands stroking her sides. The boy only knew one speed when it came to fucking. She'd been trying to get him to learn to enjoy a nice, slow screw but this morning she wasn't going to try to reason with him. "This better?" she said softly as she began to truly fuck herself on his man-spike. Brad grunted up at her and his hands grabbed her moving ass again. "That's the way to fuck, Mom!" Brad said, letting her do the dirty work for awhile. With her feet and calves pressing against his legs, she bounced her hips up and down, taking his cock to a higher angle of ascension. Her slick pussy after their initial fucking felt wide open, easily taking his thick erection into her forbidden depths again and again. "Uhhh," she gasp as the wave of utter lewdness washed over her all at once. That one crystallizing moment of awareness that always took her breath away and shook her to the core. The moment sometimes did not come but usually it did. There were occasions when neither of them spoke in a darkened bedroom. There were occasions when she'd close her eyes through most of the act and just enjoy the sex for what it was. But usually the moment came as it did now. It was particularly powerful this time because she was the one in control. She was the one gyrating her stuffed sex on her own son's proud prick. "Uhhhh...God...oh God!" she wailed, digging her fingernails into Brad's shoulders as she threw her mature womanhood faster and faster on his tumescent teen organ. Like always, this was the time when she felt most alive. She reveled in the wickedness of their act, wishing that they didn't have to keep their true relationship a secret. She wished she could tell the whole world how fantastic it felt to fuck her flesh and blood. Brad's hands gripped her undulating ass tighter and he began to drive his brawny broadsword of a cock up into her humping hole. "Mom!.....Fuck it!....Come on my dick!" Brad hissed up at her. "Yesssss...uuuuummm....uhh....oh, you're....you're...AAAAHAHHHH!" Sharon shrieked as her cunt convulsed in orgasm and she fell onto Brad's body where she shuddered uncontrollably in his grasp as her loins liquefied around his still lunging cockshaft. She rode the depraved rollercoaster of her toe-curling climax until she was left gasping and weak, her son's erection waiting patiently in the warmth of her womb. 'God, she is hot this morning!' Brad thought as his mother lay sprawled on him, her crazy pussy squeezing his cock in a decreasing spiral of contractions. He had to be the luckiest guy in town - hell, in the state! His friends were out chasing girls their own age - girls that would usually lead you on and give you nothing or give it to you and then not know what they were doing. He'd had his relatively young mother, an experienced lover that had showed him so much. And would keep on showing him. He'd noticed that she had stopped dating any men for almost the last year. She was all his for as long as he wanted her. "Oooooh, that was heavenly," she murmured. It had been good but he was ready for more and in another position. He slid his hands up onto her back and slowly rolled their bodies over until she was on her back. His cock slid out of her on the change-over since they hadn't practiced the maneuver. "Don't take it out," she whispered, her calves crossing on the back of his thighs to protest her emptiness. She'd opened her eyes and he smiled at her as he leaned back on his haunches. "I'm not through with you yet," he promised, sliding his hands between his hips and her clasping thighs. He grabbed the back of her knees and pushed her legs toward her head, lifting her hips up slightly. "Let me," she said. She let her knees fall open and he took his hands away as she brought her legs back further, her own hands grasping the back of her knees. His dick bobbed up and down at the hot sight of his mother - her knees pressed against her upper arms, her little feet sticking straight up in the air and her pink sex, all open and elevated for his pleasure. "Shit, Mom! You are so good to me," he said as he moved over her. He fit the end of his prick into the open throat of her sex and filled her swampy snatch with his whole cock in a single motion. "Uuuhhhmmmm, baby," she breathed throatily as he entered her. "Doesn't that feel fucking good?!" he grunted, pressing in as far as he could, his balls laying on her ass. "You know it does," she said hotly, cupping his face with her hands, letting his forearms hold her legs back. "Like you know this way gets me off quicker...you're not playing fair." She was referring to their bet. "What do you care? Even if you lose, you win," he said and began to fuck her. He fucked his whopper of a cock in and out of her oily, pink pussy, watching her face reflect every thrust. A closing of the eyes.....a panting breath through parted lips....a sideways toss of the face into the pillows - he loved being able to bring his mother this kind of pleasure even if it was a by-product of his own kinky needs. Yes, he knew what they did was perverse in the eyes of many. An intimacy like theirs was supposed to be destructive, undermine values and lead to God knew what. "Uuuuuhh....uuummmm....oh!...OH!...uuuummmm," his mother moaned under him. Brad didn't care where it all led to. His mother could hate him when he found a girl and settled down and cut her off.....he could hate her if she found a man and remarried and said the incestuous affair was over. He really wouldn't care because he'd had so much fun, experienced what few did and have thousands of memories just like this to recall. "Take my cock, Mom," he said, getting back into the act. "Aaahh, shit! Spread that pussy for me!" He began fucking her harder, feeling the early rumblings of his next climax. He was sure he could get her off again but winning his bet was in serious doubt. He should have known that once he got on top, he was going to find it harder not to finish. "UUuuuuUUUHHHH.....UUUUUMMM.....OOooooooomMMMMM," his appreciative mother huffed as his hips slapped against the back of her thighs. Her squirrelly pussy took his driving dick again and again. "Youhotlittlemother!" Brad said in a rush and lowered himself completely on her, pushing her legs back further. He kissed her like their was no tomorrow, their tongues swapping back and forth as he fucked her lush lap. He fucked her hard for another couple of minutes, the bed creaking under them. Then he felt her fingers down around his flashing fuck-rod, felt her playing with her clitty and she went off under him. "OOHHBBRAAADDDDD!....GGGGAAAAHHHHH!" his mother squealed and he felt her cunt clamp down on his plunging prick. He felt his own body want to join her but he stopped thrusting and the urge passed. There was no way he was going to be able to get her off again without losing his load himself. He moved his hands inside his mother's legs, letting them fall back behind him. She locked her heels behind his ass as he kissed and teased her right earlobe. He supported most of his weight on his left elbow and slid his right hand between their sweaty bodies. His hand began to do a slow figure-8 between her cute tits as she luxuriated in the aftermath of her second strong cumming. "You're being too good to me, Brad," his mother said dreamily with her eyes closed, "God, you might win this silly bet." She laughed deep in her chest, the vibration running through his fingers as he lightly pinched her left nipple. "There's not a chance of that," he whispered. She opened her eyes and looked up at him. "Poor baby....I can see the need in your eyes," she said, running her nails along his back. There was the hint of a smile on her lips. "You can not!" Brad said, calling her bluff. "Oh, I can, baby," she insisted. "And I can feel it as well...your big, fat cock is swelled to the max..... I know it wants to shoot all that hot cum in me.....right in Momma's belly." 'Oh, fuck her! She's going to use that nasty talk on me,' Brad thought, squeezing her right tit as his mother's eyes flashed at him. "I know what you're up to, Mother," he said, beginning to move in her again. "I know what you're up to, too, son," she said, moving her hands down to hold his ass. "You're getting ready to blast my pussy with a big load, baby....that's what I want....come on, Brad.....give your mother a bellyful, baby!" The mention of baby triggered thoughts of Brenda. In a few days, he could be sticking his dick up his sister-in-law's pussy just like he was with Mom. He felt himself move closer to his own ending. "That's what you....want, right!" he said down to her as he began banging away in her soupy hole. "Just like me and Brenda...what I'm going to do...to her!" She was quiet for a moment, just making small gasping sounds as he fucked her. Then she fessed up. "Yes!....I want to....watch you and Brenda!" That picture really sent Brad upward - his mother wanted to see him fucking Brenda, wanted to watch him shaft her pussy, wanted to watch his jism seep out around his manhood when he impregnated her! "God damn!" he grunted, feeling himself began to lose it. He was going full speed now, driving his mother's ass into the squeaking bed while her hands and legs gripped him. "Cum in me! .... Shoot it, Brad!" she encouraged him. "I can't.... I can't stop! ..... UUUUHHHHHHGGGGMMM!" he groaned loudly as his balls blew, sending his cum deep in her depths. "Oh, yesssss....that's it, Brad!" she said victoriously as he drenched her innards with long spurts. "Give it all to me, baby." He stopped cumming and was left naked on his mother, his balls aching from the second discharge of the morning, not at all unhappy that he had lost their bet. Afterward, he lay with her as she began to doze off. "Mom?" "Yes?" "Did you mean what you said? About wanting to watch me and Brenda?" "I don't know, Brad....I don't know why I said that." Brad was sure she had meant it but she was backtracking now. Maybe she thought that was too outrageous but Brad found the idea exciting. He set his mind to thinking of how to make it happen, holding his worn out mother as she went to sleep. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Brenda was a little nervous on Thursday morning. The big day had come up so fast seemingly. It was only a few hours until she would be going over to her mother-in-law's house to have sex with her husband's brother. The tests on Brad had come back very positive. 'Not sex,' she tried to correct her thinking, 'Just penetration and ejaculation.' She shouldn't get any enjoyment out of it, it was just going to be nothing more than a business transaction. Brad had the sperm and she should have the egg. But she'd kept having those dreams.....those nasty dreams. "What have you got planned today?" Chris asked, finishing his breakfast. "I promised to go over to your mother's and help her in her garden." Brenda felt guilty about deceiving her husband but she put on a pretty smile. "That's nice of you. I'm glad you and Mom are getting along so well. Why don't you invite her over for dinner Sunday?" "I will. That would be nice." Chris kissed her and headed to work. Brenda cleaned the kitchen table and went upstairs to shower. She turned on the shower and let it warm up as she took off her robe and hung it on the back of the bathroom door. Turning to the bathroom mirror, she began to pin her hair up. It might have been the sight of her naked body in the fogging mirror that triggered again the images from her dreams. She couldn't suppress them. Brad .... that huge manhood .... all that cum! Her nipples were hard when she finished pinning her hair, so intense were her imaginings. "Why are you thinking these things?" she said to the mirror. She tried to break down the components of the dream. There was the impregnation portion of it near the end; that part was easy to understand. Then there was the size of Brad's dick in the dream and all the stuff that came out of it. Obviously, no one could be hung like the Brad in her dreams or come like that, over and over. Her mind had blown that both way out of proportion as a sign of male potency, no doubt. Chris was about six and a half inches and on the slender side so she couldn't expect any more from Brad's equipment. Then there was the fact that she enjoyed the sex with Brad in the dream, cumming several times. Brenda enjoyed sex in her real life, always had and always would. Chris and she had lots of fun in bed, they would sometimes rent X-rated films, etc. But also she got the impression that she enjoyed the dream sex because it was Brad - rude, jerkish Brad. And he was Chris's brother. She ran the palms of her hands lightly over her stiffened nipples. She suddenly felt better, more sure, about what she was going to do. 'Getting pregnant is the goal....doing it with Brad might be awkward but that doesn't matter....if it's good, then that's even better. And there's no reason to feel guilty if it does...you're not going to love Chris any less." Feeling nearly at peace, she stepped into the shower. From chilipeelr@aol.com Fri Jul 04 17:04:31 1997 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Chili Repost: Sordid Conception - Part 4 (sis-in-law, preg, voy) From: chilipeelr@aol.com (ChiliPeelr) Date: 4 Jul 1997 22:04:31 GMT ************************************************************************** THE FOLLOWING STORY CONTAINS GRAPHIC LANGUAGE AND DESCRIPTIONS OF NON-STREAM SEXUAL ACTIVITIES. THIS MATERIAL IS DISTRIBUTED "FOR ADULTS ONLY" AND MAY NOT BE USED IN ANY PROFITABLE ENTERPRISE. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. POSSESSION BY A MINOR IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN. IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 YEARS OF AGE - GO FIND SOMETHING ELSE TO READ. ************************************************************************** SORDID CONCEPTION - PART 4 BY CHILI PEELER "Honey, a watched pot never boils," Sharon said to her pacing son. It was around 11:30 A.M. on Thursday and they were both in the front room of the house awaiting the arrival of Brenda. "Ha-ha," said her son as he looked out the window. "You would think she'd at least be on time." "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 babymaking 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," 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 O.K. 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 O.K., 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. From chilipeelr@aol.com Fri Jul 04 17:06:52 1997 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Chili Repost: Sordid Conception - Part 5 (inc, mother/son) From: chilipeelr@aol.com (ChiliPeelr) Date: 4 Jul 1997 22:06:52 GMT ************************************************************************** THE FOLLOWING STORY CONTAINS GRAPHIC LANGUAGE AND DESCRIPTIONS OF NON-STREAM SEXUAL ACTIVITIES. THIS MATERIAL IS DISTRIBUTED "FOR ADULTS ONLY" AND MAY NOT BE USED IN ANY PROFITABLE ENTERPRISE. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. POSSESSION BY A MINOR IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN. IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 YEARS OF AGE - GO FIND SOMETHING ELSE TO READ. ************************************************************************** SORDID CONCEPTION - PART 5 BY CHILI PEELER chilipeelr@aol.com '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 O.K.?" 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 chancey. "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 learing 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 close 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? O.K. 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. "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. 'O.K., 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 O.K.," 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 we fucked 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. From chilipeelr@aol.com Fri Jul 04 17:08:29 1997 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Chili Repost: Sordid Conception - Part 6 (3-way, inc) From: chilipeelr@aol.com (ChiliPeelr) Date: 4 Jul 1997 22:08:29 GMT ************************************************************************** THE FOLLOWING STORY CONTAINS GRAPHIC LANGUAGE AND DESCRIPTIONS OF NON-STREAM SEXUAL ACTIVITIES. THIS MATERIAL IS DISTRIBUTED "FOR ADULTS ONLY" AND MAY NOT BE USED IN ANY PROFITABLE ENTERPRISE. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. POSSESSION BY A MINOR IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN. IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 YEARS OF AGE - GO FIND SOMETHING ELSE TO READ. ************************************************************************** SORDID CONCEPTION - PART 6 BY CHILI PEELER 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. 'That is so wicked!' Brenda thought hotly as she watched what she had thought was her demure, straightlaced 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. See 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. From chilipeelr@aol.com Fri Jul 04 17:10:24 1997 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Chili Repost: Sordid Conception - Part 7 Ending (inc) From: chilipeelr@aol.com (ChiliPeelr) Date: 4 Jul 1997 22:10:24 GMT ************************************************************************** THE FOLLOWING STORY CONTAINS GRAPHIC LANGUAGE AND DESCRIPTIONS OF NON-STREAM SEXUAL ACTIVITIES. THIS MATERIAL IS DISTRIBUTED "FOR ADULTS ONLY" AND MAY NOT BE USED IN ANY PROFITABLE ENTERPRISE. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. POSSESSION BY A MINOR IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN. IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 YEARS OF AGE - GO FIND SOMETHING ELSE TO READ. ************************************************************************** SORDID CONCEPTION - PART 7 BY CHILI PEELER chilipeelr@aol.com '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 babymaking 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, derilious mother's legs. Another five or six thrusts and Sharon's back arched sharply, her head dipping straight back as she began cumming. "UUUUUHHHGGHHHHAAAAHHHHH!.....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 6 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 O.K. 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....O.K., 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 Chili Peeler - October 1996 -- Double for Nothing!! Tricks for Free!!! http://www.mrdouble.com Be There.....