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  And after a brief hesitation mother did even this. For taking the head of my prick in her slim fingers, she parted the lips of the sheath which was awaiting it with her free hand. Still holding my throbbing member, she patted my buttocks encouragingly and pressed down upon them- thus indicating what I must do. So while she held my dart at its target, I began to push gently in.

  My sister was liberally appointed in the matter of room — the fact that she had been married having made a difference, I presume. And it was just as well, for if I had been asked to enter a very narrow channel on my first venture, I might have been afraid to press firmly home.

  Even as it was, I found myself very snugly housed- and I managed to effect a partial entrance. My sister gasped and quivered convulsively as I continued to penetrate her soft and delicate slit.

  “Ohh! Ohh!” she moaned deliriously. “The monster — the darling… he is splitting me open! His cock is twice the size… I never felt anything like it! Ohh! Cod! Mother-mother… hold him back-just for a moment — till I am used to it… and can open up a bit more!”

  My mother's usually calm brown eyes positively were gleaming as she watched and listened. She tore at the bosom of her wrapper as if she were stifling. Through her night gown — when a button had slipped — I saw one naked, pink tipped little breast.

  My excitement rose to fury when I saw this. I thrust down brutally-and carried all before me. I listened to no remonstrances-maddened, strangely enough, by this glimpse of my mother's nudity, far more than by the naked charms of my darling sister.

  I was aware at last-but not until my prick was buried to the hilt in my sister's quivering body-that my mother was tugging at me to stop. But by now my sister's cries for mercy had subsided into groans of pure ecstasy.

  “Don't stop him-mother… n-not n-now!” she wailed hoarsely. “It's m-marvelous-I shall f-faint with… happiness! Ohh! God-go on, Frank-go on… f-fuck me — take… m-me… all of me!”

  “I think, Rose, that the darling spent four times in the process of taking my virginity. And when I finally gasped and spent-deluging her womb with pulsing jets of hot sperm-she twined her arms and legs around me and spent again herself-in a spasm of ecstasy.”

  “And in the peculiar household relations thus launched and the developments occurring later on-my mother was not able to bear to let me go unaccompanied to my sister's bed, and insisted on watching with a growing passion, our nocturnal bouts.

  “So inflamed did she become, in fact, that once when Mary, frantically desirous of a second course and finding that I was not prepared to oblige, demanded that I should be stimulated into action by the sight of my mother's naked thighs and body, the overwrought woman found herself unable to refuse.”

  “She permitted her frenzied daughter-who had seen some sign in me that I had a curious desire to view my mother's nudity-pluck up her nightgown and expose all her secret charms to my delighted eyes.

  “Yes, mother was almost fainting with shame and desire as Mary encouraged me to handle her nude limbs and even her delicious little sex with my trembling fingers.

  “It's high time that you let Frank pet you a little,” cried my sister, as she saw my prick leap into erection under this subtle enchantment. “You've seen plenty of him, mother-and you're crazy about him-you know you are….so it's only fair…”

  “How stupid you are not to play with such a lovely boy! With such a prick! Go on, Frank-take her-can't you see she's wild for you? Take her… she's half mad to give you her pretty body, in spite of her silly qualms.” And with remarkable unselfishness she contrived to get my almost fainting mother into position-by dragging her prone and pulling off the remains of her clothing.

  “Don't mind me,” she gasped. “1 shall love to watch this. And don't take any notice of her squirmings and wails and protests, Frank-for she'll never be really and truly happy till she gets you inside her.”

  Mary was holding her flat on the bed with both Viands as I launched myself down between the kicking, struggling legs. I caught the warm velvet of her parted thighs to restrain her. More adept now-I managed to point my throbbing prick at her lovely, almost girlish slit-and I pressed down upon its tiny, delicate lips.

  I was trusting to my sister's assurance that mother would he happy and grateful-afterwards. For I had seen how glowingly ardent and passionate she got when she saw me naked, and how her lovely body vibrated with desire as she was exposed to me in her secret nudity-and I was able to caress her thus.

  But I never forgot for a moment that this was a delicate body upon which I lay, and a delicate sex which I was already beginning to penetrate. Her lovely face had the pallor of a swoon as she felt me commence to impale her. A heavy breathing issued from her parted lips. Her eyes were closed.

  And seeing that she no longer struggled or cried out, my sister had ceased to pin down her lovely, naked body and sat back to watch events. Her eyes glittered with delight as she saw my inward progress. Over the head of my weapon and lips of my mother's dainty cunt were stretched thin and seemed almost transparent-as I noted by looking downward as I knelt between her slim legs.

  Her first groan came as the head slipped in entirely. Then she lay there-quietly shivering-pale and almost unseeing. Mary patted my rump reassuringly. I began to press down softly once more.

  And now-with a little choking cry my mother came to life. Her eyes opened and flared. She quivered-and then she whispered something inaudible. Under my slow penetration she shook and trembled-and I saw the color flood her cheeks once more in a slow tide.

  And then — as I continued to thrust — a little more forcibly now-she was suddenly scarlet… a true crimson blush of passion and desire-at the sensations that now convulsed her. Her sighs had changed to moans- but now they were moans of ecstatic passion.

  She reached her slim white arms for my neck. She kissed me wildly and repeatedly. She twined her thighs and legs about me. Her slim feet pressed down convulsively upon my back. And all the while I continued to sheath within her tight passage the swelling bulk of my excited sex.

  “Quite possibly I took half an hour in burying my throbbing prick within my mother's lovely body. It was hard, at times, to be so deliberate-for my darling mother, who was quivering and driven frantic by a desire which grew more frenzied every moment-was begging for less forbearance every minute.

  “Go on — push — Francis darling!” she implored me. “No matter if you do tear me a little-I can stand it! For Cod's sake… fuck me… let m-me feel your great prick — all the way inside m-me!”

  My amazement at hearing such language from my chaste young mother was inexpressible. I think that Mary was whispering in her ears her own delight at witnessing the combat-and that some of her expressions lingered in the overwrought mind of the older woman.

  Finally I planted within her clinging sheath the last fraction of my weapon. Breathing hotly, I lay upon her heaving, soft, warm belly-trying to spare her as much of my weight as possible. It had been no easy matter to penetrate this moist and warmly welcoming sheath so very solicitously-in order to give her ecstatic pleasure instead of tormenting pain.

  And then, as our genital hairs mingled, a peculiar aspect of our embrace drew my attention. For whereas mother had been so sincerely appalled earlier at the idea of this incestuous union, she seemed not to dwell with frenzied joy upon that very feature of our lascivious encounter.

  As I have indicated, it was necessary to almost rape her in order to penetrate her body at the outset, and it was only her daughter's detaining hands which made it possible. Yet here she was-smoothing my cheeks with fluttering hands, and babbling-

  “Ohh! My son! My darling, darling son-fucking his own mother! Yes… yes-fuck your mother, Francis darling-is your huge, wonderful prick quite buried… is it-clear into my cunt? Ohhh-I'm fainting with delight! Look… Mary… how gloriously he fucks his mother-”

  I was not much better as I stammered replies to her gasping rhapsodies.

  “How lovely to fuck you l
ike this, mother darling!” I whispered. “Your tight little cunt is squeezing my prick to death! I am all the way inside your body now! I will fuck you till you squeal for mercy! Did you enjoy it just now when I fingered your slit-when Mary showed it to me? Will you suck me, too, some time? I saw your lovely little breast the other day… and it made me so hot- hotter than ever before! But now I can see them both- the darlings! Ohh! Mother, mother darling… I'm coming… coming!”

  You can see I was every bit as crazy as she was. And her voluptuous young daughter Mary-writhing nakedly by our side, with her fine eyes glowing with passion-listened to our babbling sensualities and was spending in a perfect ecstasy of joy.

  There is no way of describing the marvels of that embrace. My mother's ecstasy was now silent-now furious — but without intermission. It was too much for the body to endure. My darling mother had already spent three or four time-when she suddenly gasped and fainted.

  I was alarmed, of course, but Mary hurried to fetch her smelling salts and a glass of cold water. And mother soon was revived-to find me still buried within her tender body but regarding me with an anxious face.

  Her eyes were dared and wondering at first-but as I moved my prick gently within her, she shivered and gave a gurgling rapturous exclamation. Her eyes fixed on my face-and her own face flared with joy.

  “Ohh-Francis-God in Heaven… my darling-my sweet Francis!” she sighed softly.

  And she was instantaneously in such feverish and joyful moment-advancing and withdrawing her white belly and jerking and palpitating in every fibre-that Mary and I realized that we must restrain her lest she injure herself upon the weapon which impaled her.

  My sister Mary-beside herself with delight to find that although I had already spent profusely, I was not disposed to withdraw-was in ecstasies of pleasure over the scene she was witnessing. Lying back on the bed, her thighs widely parted, she was openly fingering her rosy, throbbing slit.

  I think that my darling mother spent twice more before I came for the second time myself, deluging her cunt with my hot sperm. And now Mary was all solicitude-tugging at my mother to adjourn to the bathroom and a cleansing douche, so as to avoid any possible trouble.

  And when they returned to the bedroom and both kissed me fondly and lingeringly, she still insisted that my mother should prepare an alibi for herself in case of accidents-by going at once and getting herself thoroughly fucked by my father.

  “But he-good heavens… he hardly ever thinks of such a thing nowadays-” protested my mother feebly. “Besides. I don't like I can't bear… the idea of…:

  My sister continued to insist.

  “I–I don't think I can stand… anymore… now!” remonstrated my mother weakly.

  “It will seem like nothing to you-after what you have just had.” said Mary emphatically.

  “That's true…” conceded mother with a twinkling glance at me. “But- well-John is so seldom interested — or prepared for such a thing… in recent years.”

  “You just go into the room, turn on the lights… and be standing there-stripped naked… when he wakes up!” Mary instructed her. “And then you'll see whether he isn't prepared to beg your ladyship to grant him a piece…”

  “But-Good Heavens…” gasped my mother. “He's never seen me completely nude in his life before!”

  “All the more reason why it will excite him tremendously now,” commented Mary crisply.

  “But he'll think I'm crazy-standing there all naked- in the middle of the night.” said my shamed and reluctant mother.

  “Well… I suppose you need some excuse,” conceded Mary, looking across at me with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. “I have it! You can be examining some mysterious injury that has been keeping you awake. You don't know its source, you understand. He will have a good excuse to help you examine yourself-and if he's still a man that should do the trick.”

  “An injury-why I haven't a spot or mark on me!” said mother, with justifiable pride. And indeed her slender, naked body was a thing of beauty in the dim light.

  “You soon will have-” said my sister promptly. And she caught her about the body and overturned her onto the bed, face downward.

  “Smack her, Frank,” she enjoined excitedly. “Paddle her bottom well for having been so prudish with us before. Get mad and spank her till her buttocks are all red and burning…”

  “Make her promise to suck your prick whenever you wish from this time on-or to come to your bed whenever you want her to do so! And stop wriggling and wailing, mother-or I'll beat you myself.”

  “I looked at them both reluctantly. But my sister went on insistently: “Don't mind hurting her-she will love it — after the first smart has passed off… and so will you. It will make you as hot as fire-and she will long for your spankings in the future-and come whenever you beckon. She will be like your daughter and your mother at the same time-and in your bed at that!”

  “Look at her bottom-how lovely and white! Make it rosy, Frank-I promise you she will love it… and then she'll be simply torrid when she goes to your father.”

  “Oddly enough, I felt a nervous inclination to treat this lovely flesh as my sister urged. I applied a gentle slap- and then another more forceful one. And I saw my mother gasp-and then quiver lightly.

  “Francis-how c-can y-you… ohh-Francis… please — please!” she panted, writhing on the bed.

  I gave her three sharp smacks in a row-enjoying now the feel of the yielding flesh-and the faintly pink marks which the snowy skin revealed.

  “Not too fast,” warned my sister. “Give her time to feel each one clearly.” So I proceeded with moderation, but made each slap resound through the room.

  Mother moaned faintly. Her lovely naked legs parted — showing her delicately pouting cleft-and then slapped nervously together again-as her reflexes changed tempo.

  My senses were tumultuous once more. My sister smiled sensuously-and reached out to grasp and caress my very demonstrative sex, while I continued with the task which I found to be unnatural but delicious.

  Mother squirmed and involuntarily showed me her cunt again and again in her twisting contortions. She moaned softly once more-and began to plead.

  “Ohh! O-o-o-h-Francis darling!” she quavered in her dismay. “What have I d-done to b-be… p-punished like this? I'll always b-be lovely-to y-you and… d-do what you wish if y-you'll only s-stop!”

  “Will you go and be fucked by father-as you were told. I demanded furiously. I was wrought up now to an inexplicable pitch-by chastising this naked flesh that I loved.

  “Yes-yes… I will-I will!” she cried. “Though I'd far rather-that it was you!”

  Her backside was rosy now. She was shivering from head to foot. And suddenly her breathing became raucous. She was writhing under my sister's restraining hand. She drew up her slender legs convulsively-and was perched for a second on her knees-with thighs well parted.

  Significantly Mary called my attention with her eyes and a nod-for her hands were occupied-one upon my penis-and the other in restraining mother… to the manner in which mother's exposed slit was pouting rosily in her excitement.

  “Perhaps we'd better call it enough for today,” she said. “She's as hot as molten lava right now!”

  Mother rose slowly to her feet. There were tears in her lovely eyes. She looked at me reproachfully. And then, quite suddenly she came to hug and kiss me. One of her hands was aiding Mary's in caressing my swollen prick.

  “You hurt me, darling,” she murmured, and then, very softly in my ear-“and then, after a hit… I didn't mind — even though it still hurt! Fancy, spanking your own mother! Shall you… spank me often?”

  “Whenever you need it!” I said with assurance.

  She gave me an ineffable glance-full of promise and hot desire.

  “Ohh! Come… come on the bed-just once more!” she begged tremulously. “I–I don't think-I can stand it… if you don't take me!”

  But Mary interfered-with a side glance at me th
at called attention to her prophecy about the result of a spanking on my formerly strait-laced mother.

  “No!” she said. “You promised to go to father now. Or else Frank will have to spank you again-and your buttocks are already rosy and sensitive.”

  With a resigned sigh my mother acquiesced.

  “But, ohh! What will John think-when he sees how red my rear is?” she queried in alarm.

  “You must tell him that you've been sitting — bare-bottomed on that plush chair in your room,” said my ingenious sister. “And that you think that the skin may have been poisoned by the coloring of the material.”

  “That's a good idea! Remember it, mother! And now come along!” I insisted eagerly.

  “But… b-but-” stammered mother, “you are not going to follow-and watch us-are you?”

  “Both of us!” said Mary firmly. “We shall watch it all from the door-which you must leave ajar.”

  Mother had a moment of downright rebellion. “It's so terrible!” she exclaimed. “The idea of our son and daughter watching us-while we… while we-! Anyhow, I don't know that I can get your father to do it!”

  “Better give her a few more smacks,” observed Mary quite collectedly.

  I grasped mother about the body with my left arm from the rear. My hand closed down on her genitals-she was pinned over my left knee face downward. I raised my band high in the air-and her bottom twitched and quivered in anticipation… the cheeks parting just enough to show me the beginning of her slit-already pouting rosily with sensual excitement.

  “Stop… ohh! Please stop!” begged my mother frantically. “It-my bottom-is already spanked to death. I'm so sore! I'll go-indeed I will!”

  Yet she was writhing under the pleasure which my hand was causing her in front-and I think that at the bottom of her heart she was hoping for another spanking — even at the expense of some added pain.

  I put her on her feet. Hastily draping her night robe around her. She trailed down the hall to her room. Naked as the dawn my sister and I followed her, and she entered the marital chamber-leaving the door ajar.