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Subject: Chili Repost: Sordid Conception - Part 1 (inc, mother/son)
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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.

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     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.

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     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
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Subject: Chili Repost: Sordid Conception - Part 2 (inc, mother/son)
From: chilipeelr@aol.com (ChiliPeelr)
Date: 4 Jul 1997 21:59:28 GMT

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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.


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* * * * *


     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.



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Subject: Chili Repost: Sordid Conception - Part 4 (sis-in-law, preg, voy)
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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
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Subject: Chili Repost: Sordid Conception - Part 5 (inc, mother/son)
From: chilipeelr@aol.com (ChiliPeelr)
Date: 4 Jul 1997 22:06:52 GMT

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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
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Subject: Chili Repost: Sordid Conception - Part 6 (3-way, inc)
From: chilipeelr@aol.com (ChiliPeelr)
Date: 4 Jul 1997 22:08:29 GMT

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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.



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Subject: Chili Repost: Sordid Conception - Part 7 Ending (inc)
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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















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