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Story #2 "And Mother Makes Three" by Veronica Livochee, from The
Family Room

	I could clearly hear the squeak of bedsprings emanating from my
daughter's bedroom through the thin plaster walls of my
bathroom.  I knew she was being fucked because masturbation
doesn't make that much noise!  However, I was surprised to find
out that it was her brother who was fucking her.  I had
definitely heard her say, "Oh, yes!  Scott, that feels so good."
I knew I wasn't crazy, and the walls were not thick enough to
have distorted her words that badly.  No my children were
involved in a sexual relationship, and incestuous relationship. 
It was a relationship filled with potential dangers if I didn't
take some action.

	I padded barefoot down the hall to the door of Sharon's room. 
I knew that I must catch them in bed together or all was lost. 
To wait until morning would only give them the opportunity to
deny it all and try to convince me that I had finally gone over
the edge.  My dilemma was whether to wait until they were
finished or rush in and catch them in mid-stroke.  It was an
excruciating choice, one I didn't have to make as I listened to
Sharon and her brother keening in harmony, signaling their
completion.

	I quickly made up my mind as how to handle the situation.  I
stripped off my nightie and opened the door.  Before they could
even begin to be surprised, I slipped under the covers with them
and hugged them both to me.  I could easily feel their fear
washing off them in waves.  The last thing any teenager wants is
to get caught having sex by their parents.  When one is
participating in incest the desire not to get caught is at least
a hundred times more great.

	"So what were you guys up to?" I asked in a voice that was
light and carefree.  It was not the voice of a parent, it was
the voice of a concerned friend, which I was trying to be at
that moment.

	"Uh ... nothing", Scott choked.  At nineteen years old he had
the body of a man, but he still retained his boyish face.  A
face that constantly reminded me of his father.

	"Well, it sure sounded like something to me," I said, sounding
light and chipper.  The last thing I wanted to do was frighten
them anymore than they already were.  "A very good something."

	"You mean you're not mad?" Sharon asked suspiciously.

	"Mad?!  Why should I be mad?"

	"Because we were screwing," Scott said incredulously.

	"You were not screwing," I said indignantly.  "You were making
love.  You were making love to your sister, whom I know to be a
very lovable person," I added as I hugged them both tightly to
me.

	"You mean you're really not mad?" Sharon asked timidly, as if
expecting me to turn into some type of fire-breathing monster
who could melt stone with just a glance.

	"Heavens, no!  There's nothing wrong with making love to your
brother", I assured her.  "However, the important question is:
What do we do now?"

	"I guess we'll have to stop," Scott said, sounding as
disappointed as a child who has learned there really is no Santa
Claus.

	"Oh, really," I said unbelievingly.  "And just how long do you
think you'd be able to stick to your guns on that, especially if
Sharon walked into your room one night wearing a skimpy little
negligee and smelling yummy, and tried to convince you that I
wouldn't find out if you did it to her?"  Scott didn't answer,
he just shrugged his shoulders as his mouth twisted into a thin
line.  "See.  So abstinence is not an option."

	"So what is?" Sharon asked a little heatedly.  "What are you
going to do?  Send me to a convent, and Scott to a monastery?"

	"No," I laugh at her absurd suggestion.  "That would only make
God angry with me.  I'm sure you'd have half the nuns
transformed into raging lesbian nymphomaniacs before a month."

	"You know her too well, Mom," Scott laughed, and it was a good
sound to hear.  "So what do we do?"

	"We be careful," I said.  "The most important thing is to
insure that you two are safe.  And by that I mean: No one finds
out you're sleeping together, and Sharon doesn't get pregnant. 
She's too young to have a baby."

	"I'm eighteen," Sharon protested.

	"Exactly, and still in high school," I retorted.  "So starting
tomorrow, Scott has to wear a condom, each and every time you
two do it.  At least until I can get Sharon safely on the pill."
They both agreed and pinkie promised.  "Second, you are only
ever allowed to fuck at home, in this house, nowhere else.  And
never when we have company without my express and explicit
permission.  And last, you are both to see other people."

	"I don't want anyone else," Sharon cried.  I hugged her and
kissed her brow.

	"You don't have to sleep with other boys, sweetheart, and I
really hope you don't.  I'd rather not have it known around town
that my little girl 'goes all the way'," I assured her.  "But
you must at least date other boys to carefully cover our
secret."  I was a full member of this conspiracy.  "We must give
others the impression that you and Scott share a normal whatever
that means - brother/sister relationship, and nothing more. 
Understand?"  Sharon nodded, quietly.

	"Mom, why are you taking this so well?" Scott asked.  "Why
aren't you going ballistic or something?"

	"My father didn't go ballistic when he caught me with your
Uncle Mike."

	"Grandpa caught you and Uncle Mike doing it?"  Sharon sounded
astonished.  "Oh my God, this can't be true."

	When I was eighteen, it was unseemly for women to be sexually
active, yet I had a very strong inquisitiveness about sex.  My
brother, Michael, and I had been so very close that I knew I
could ask him any question I had without fear.  Everything I
learned about sex I learned from Michael, and when I finally
decided that I was ready to become sexually active, it was to
Michael whom I give my virginity.

	He was so sweet and tender, everything a sexually naive girl
could ask for in a first time.  When he parted my legs and
entered me for the first time, I was so filled with love for him
I didn't even feel the tearing of my hymen.  I experienced
orgasm after orgasm as we fucked on the rug in front of the
fireplace in my father's den, which is where my father caught us
after we forgot to lock the door one time.

	My father completely understood the relationship between most
brothers and sisters, especially when both were extremely
attractive and filled with a zest for life.  He had also shared
some incestuous moments with all three of his sisters.  He
taught us the most important word about such relationships,
discretion.  My father's main concern was that his children were
all right and protected, and I wanted the same for my two.

	I told all this to Scott and Sharon as they listened
enraptured.  "Well," I concluded as I separated myself from
them, "I'll leave you two alone to your fun."  I was out of bed
and halfway to the door before they stopped me.

	"Mom," Scott said hesitantly.  "Well, Sharon and I thought
you'd like to stay."

	"That's sweet, darling, but I don't think you guys need an old
woman crowding in on your fun."

	"You're not old!" Sharon said vehemently.  "Besides, we know
how lonely you've been since Dad died."  I was lonely.  My
husband had passed away five  years earlier, and I had not been
with a man since.  I had compensated by doting on my children,
giving them all the love and support I thought they needed. 
Now, they were making me the same offer.

	"We love you, Mom," Scott said as he tossed back the sheet and
got out of bed.  Naked, he walked across the room toward me.  My
breath caught in my chest because he looked so much like his
father when we had married.  The same slim, chiseled form,
identical all the way down to the light dusting of blond hairs
on his tummy.  He reached out a hand and gently caressed my
cheek.  "You don't have to be alone anymore."  His touch was so
sweet and loving I felt my heart melt inside me.

	"Stay with us, Mother," Sharon said as she came to me and
grabbed my hand.  She was so petite; she looked like a nymph or
a faerie princess.  She was slim and slightly boyish in front,
yet there was a definite and discernible curve to her bosom and
a flare to her hips.  She was the image of the ultimate
woman-child, innocent and pure, and so temptingly tantalizing. 
I could see why Scott had to have her.

	Their eyes were so full of love as they looked at me, I knew
there was no way I could refuse, even if I wanted to.  "Thank
you, my darlings," I murmured and let them guide me to the bed. 
They laid me down in the center of it, one of them on either
side of me.

	"Let us love you, Mother," Sharon whispered as she kissed me
tenderly on the mouth.

	"Let us take care of you, like you've taken care of us."  This
from Scott as he kissed me also, this tongue flickered along the
surface of my lips before I parted them and accepted him into my
mouth.  Scott is such a great kisser, just like his dad was. 
His tongue moved languidly in my mouth as it explored.  It had
been such a long time since I had been kissed that way that I
immediately got wet.  There was a special thrill about kissing
my son because at that moment he ceased being my offspring and
became a man, my lover.

	My attention was drawn away from Scott's exquisite kiss by an
intoxicating sucking at my breast.  I looked down to see Sharon
nursing at my teat as she had done as a babe.  She sucked
insistently, yet softly, on my nipple as if expecting milk to
flow freely.  I ran my hands along the smooth contours of her
torso until I touched her smallish breasts.  They were so tiny
that they fit neatly into the palms of my hands.  The nipples
hardened and I massaged them briskly between thumbs and
forefingers, causing my daughter to moan against my bosom.

	Scott dipped his head and suckled at my other breast.  I could
feel the blood pounding in my head as my children mouthed my
tits.  My empty had itched to feel Scott's body, especially his
hardness.  My fingers closed around satiny hotness of his glans,
and memories of my past life - when I was a sexually active
woman - flooded my brain.  I remembered holding Scott's father,
hard and warm in my hand.  Scott's erection pulsed in my grip;
it throbbed so strongly I could have measured his heart rate.

	"Oh, my babies," I said softly as Sharon's teeth closed gently
on one nipple and Scott inserted his hand between my thighs.  I
felt a little self-conscious as his fingers made contact with
the thick pubis covering my cunt.  I usually kept myself
smoothly shaved for my husband, but since his passing I had
never thought I would allow another man to touch me there so I
just let it grow.  Now I regretted that I gave up the practice
of shaving daily as my son's fingers traveled through the
tangles of my pubic hair.  I wanted to feel the callused pads on
his fingertips sliding across the silky smooth skin of my mons.

	Scott slipped his long, slender fingers into the center of my
dampness.  I felt the digits slide into me slowly, and I was so
aroused my cunt spasmed around them in a minor orgasm.  It was a
tiny climax, yet it felt as if thousands of vibrating fingers
were traveling along my spine.  I cried out softly and Sharon
silenced me with a kiss.

	I clung to my daughter, kissing her hungrily and passionately. 
I could feel the flutter of her rapidly beating heart as she
pressed her body against mine.  I laid my hand along her flank
and stroked the tight curve of her ass.  She squeezed my nipples
until I experienced a delightful pain and cried out.  I traced
the valley of her buttocks with a finger, slowly circling the
puckered skin of her asshole.

	Scott was moving on top of me now, spreading my thighs to
reveal the steaming essence of my womanhood.  I could feel
rivulets of my feminine secretions running down the insides of
my thighs and the crack of my behind.  Not since my wedding
night had I felt so much desire, or so desirable.  I could
actually feel Scott's excitement like heat rolling off sunbaked
pavement in the summertime.  Sharon reached down between our
bodies and guided her brother's cock to the yawning mouth of my
sex.

	With a slow lunge of his hips, Scott flawlessly entered me. 
"Oh, Mother," Sharon whispered sensuously into my ear.  "Doesn't
that feel good?  Doesn't it feel so filling?" she asked, but I
couldn't answer in anything that even remotely sounded like the
English language.  I babbled in some incomprehensible tongue as
I was rocked by the extremely pleasurable sensation of being
penetrated by my son.  "Make Mother enjoy it, Scott," Sharon
instructed her brother.  Luckily, he was one to follow orders
explicitly.

	I thoroughly enjoyed every stoke, every plunge, every
withdrawal.  Absently I wondered what woman had taught my son to
be such a fabulous lover.  She deserved a medal or at least my
heart-felt thanks.  He was so considerate and giving, meeting my
every sexual and psychological need.  The way he twisted his
hips as he fucked me insured that his cock touched every inch of
my internal walls as well as my clitoris.  He was ten times the
lover his father was, although I had loved his father with all
my heart.

	Sharon was again occupied with my breasts.  She mashed my
more-than-ample tits together, allowing her to take both nipples
into her mouth simultaneously.  Her tongue flicked between both
rock-hard points of my teats like lightning during a
thunderstorm.  She sucked the entire areola into her mouth and
lovingly chewed it.  That was the last straw; between that and
the exquisite friction Scott was eliciting between my legs, I
was catapulted over the edge.

	I cried out my children's' names as the shockwave of a major
orgasm buffeted me.  I wrapped my legs around Scott's waist and
levered my hips off of the bed to meet his thrusts.  I pulled
Sharon to me and kissed her with a passion and desire that I
never felt for another woman before.  My hands kneaded her pert
buttocks, savoring the feel of those cottony soft orbs of flesh.
My climax was so intense, I actually believed it would kill me.
I didn't believe it was possible for a person to sustain such
concentrated pleasure and survive the ordeal.  However, I did
survive, barely.  I survived just long enough to feel Scott
twitch inside of me and fill me with his seed.  It was at this
point I developed a serious case of vertigo and passed out.

	I awoke a few moments later to find myself nestled between the
naked forms of my children.  They kissed my face and brow
tenderly.  "We love you," they said to me over and over again. 
"I love you, too, my darlings," I answered them.

	From that night onward Scott shared my bed with me, which
caused a slight rift between Sharon and I.

	Before I began my incestuous affair with Scott, Sharon had
exclusive rights to her brother's attention.  She didn't have to
worry about "sharing" Scott with any other woman.  Sure, my son
saw other girls while he was sleeping with his sister.  However,
once he walked through the door of our house he was hers and no
one else's.  He never brought any girls home with him, and as
far as Sharon was concerned the life he led outside our home had
no connection to the life he led inside our home.  Once I
entered the picture, my daughter's relationship with her
brother, and with me, took on a new dimension.

	I blamed myself, not because I was sleeping with Scott but
because I subconsciously monopolized his time and attention.  I
would never hurt my daughter intentionally.  I had been so long
without a man in my life that I rejoiced in the romantic
attention of my son.  I sought to replace the husband I lost
with his son, and my daughter's lover.  I didn't think about the
bond Scott and Sharon shared, or how deep her feelings for him
ran.  He was her first and only lover, he had taken her
virginity which she had surrendered to him willingly and eagerly.

	When I realized that my relationship with my daughter was
suffering, and why, I quickly thought about how to make amends. 
One of my problems was I was more ready to accept Scott as a
sexual partner, even though he was my son, and I was not quite
free-spirited enough to do the same with Sharon.  In my mind,
Scott was just a man, a lover, no longer my son in the classic
sense of the word.  Whereas Sharon reminded me so much of myself
that I could only see her as my daughter, flesh of my flesh, and
blood of my blood.  Yet, my love for her was so strong that I
would do anything to make things right between us once again.

	So, one night I sent Scott out to a movie explaining to him
that I wanted to spend some time alone with Sharon.  Immediately
he became worried because he had sensed the tension that was
building between us during the last couple of weeks.  He
probably envisioned some nasty scene with his mother and sister
fighting over him like two crazed bitches.  I assured him that
everything would be fine, but that Sharon and I needed this time
to work things out between us.

	After he had gone, I put the finishing touches on the special
meal I had prepared for my daughter and I.  I made all her
favorites; a nice Caesar salad, lasagna, and for dessert
strawberry cheesecake.  I had brought a nice bottle of wine to
go along with the meal.  I put on some soft music and lit some
candles, then called Sharon down to the table.

	My daughter walked into the dining room and her jaw dropped to
her chest in awe.  "What's going on?" she asked.  "I know it
isn't my birthday."  I strolled across the room and put my arm
around her shoulders and kissed her soundly on the mouth.  "No,
it isn't your birthday," I answered.  "I just thought you and I
would enjoy a quite candle-lit dinner for two."  I seated her at
the table and served the food.

	During the meal I explained all my feelings and shortcomings to
Sharon and sincerely asked for her forgiveness.  My little girl
surprised me by acting with the surety and maturity of a grown
woman.  She understood how I could become so emotionally
attached to her brother after my five years of emotional and
sexual celibacy.  And she believed me when I told her I never
meant to hurt her.

	After dessert we retired to the living room, where we reclined
on the couch with our second bottle of wine.  I leaned over and
kissed my daughter tenderly on the mouth, slipping my tongue
between her lips.  She pulled at my shoulders crushing my lips
against her own.  I worked at the buttons of her blouse as she
slipped the straps of my slinky dress off my shoulders.  My
pendulous breast spilled out just as Sharon's tiny A-cups were
uncovered.  "Oh, Mother, your breasts are so beautiful," Sharon
said as she pulled on my nipples.  "God, I wish I had tits like
yours."

	"Why, darling?  Yours are perfect," I said in truth, and I
secured my lips around an extended nipple.  I teased the rubbery
nipple between my teeth, making Sharon moan in pain/pleasure.  I
dropped a hand to her lap and inserted it under her short skirt
between her legs.  I was pleasantly surprised to find out my
daughter was not wearing any panties.  My finger fretted with
the silky blonde hairs of her cunt before parting her lips and
entering her.  I slid three fingers into my daughter's pussy as
I rubbed her erect clit with my thumb.

	"Yes, Mother!  Finger me," Sharon breathed, lifting her hips to
meet my questing fingers.  I pulled my daughter's skirt clear to
her waist as I laid her out on the sofa.  I stared at her cunt,
marveling at the way the hairs curled with her moisture.  I
lowered my head into the cleft of her sex and began tonguing
her.  She tasted very pungent, my daughter, with a slightly
acidic undertone.  It was strange at first, but I quickly found
myself enjoying Sharon's bouquet.  Her tangy sweetness assaulted
my tastebuds as I licked her to orgasm.

	"Yes, Mom!  Yes," Sharon cried out breathlessly.  "Eat me,
Mother.  Oh, oh, I'm cummmmmmiiiinnnnnngggg!!"  A clear, thin
liquid filled my mouth as Sharon came with cataclysmic force. 
Her whole body shook and quivered as if she was suffering a
seizure.

	Late, she went to her room and returned with her secret cache
of dildos.  We inserted them into our every orifice, enjoying
climax after climax.  Sharon even penetrated my ass as she ate
me to a mind-shattering orgasm.  When Scott came home, we took
him to my bed and fucked him until the small hours of the
morning.  We shared him equally.

	From that day forward the three of us have been inseparable, we
do everything together.  I have even lubed up Scott's cock as he
took my baby girl's anal cherry.  Sharon and I have become more
like sister/wives than mother/daughter, with Scott as our
husband.

	Right now, I am three months pregnant with my son's child. 
Sharon was a little jealous at first, however, I promised her
that Scott can put a baby in her as soon as she graduates
college.  She thought this too long to wait, so we compromised
she only has to go to a two-year junior college.  She has only
sixteen months more to wait, and I'm just as anxious as she is. 
Between the both of us, we keep Scott deliriously happy, which
is how wives should keep their husband.

	All in all, we are the three happiest and luckiest people I
know.



