Sordid Conception

"Anything I want?" she said, her hand finding the bulge in his shorts.

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

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

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

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

Part Five

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

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

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

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

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

* * * * * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * * * * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * * * * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Part Six

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * * * * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * * * * *

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

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

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

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

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

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