Chapter 9

They stared back at her, and Susan couldn't even find the presence of mind to push Jesse loose, to cover herself. What she'd most feared had indeed happened. Terry had seen them, and Terry was not a stupid woman. No lie, no crazy story would cover what Terry's blue-gray eyes had revealed to her. Susan and Jesse, naked, fucking.

Jesse's cock went soft at once and his face blanched paper-white.

"Susan," Terry said, in the smallest, most agonizing voice Susan Caton had ever heard.

"It's not what you think," Susan said. She threw Jesse a sheet end so he could cover himself. The boy took it gratefully, pulled it up to his waist. He shrank toward the wall, a pitiful remnant of the virile, sex-charged man he had been only seconds ago.

"Then what is it?" Terry demanded, tears filling her eyes. "Susan, you can't tell me I didn't see what I saw! You and Jesse-you, my sister, and my son, you were-" Tears emerged from her eyes, started to roll down her cheeks. "Susan, I want you to leave this house. Now."

Susan flared suddenly. No soap opera passion now, simply her own personal rage. "All right," she said. "I'll go. But don't you think it's a little unfair?"

"You were committing incest," Terry said. "Isn't that a little unfair? Seducing an innocent boy?"

"Incest?" Susan said. "I'll give you incest. Okay, Teresa. You saw it. I'm not denying a goddamned thing. I can't deny anything! But do you have a set of rules that say incest is okay when it's you and me committing it, to use your word, but a big no-no when it's anyone else?"

"SUSAN!" Terry said, eyes enlarging. The voice seemed to echo in the room, until Susan realized that Jesse had also spoken her name in the same breath as his mother.

"Yes," Susan replied. She turned to Jesse. "When I came into the kitchen and met you, twenty minutes ago, I had just crawled out of bed. Your mother's bed. We'd been making love. We did it yesterday, while you were out with your friends. When we were teenagers, we did it all the time. Eat one another, finger one another, suck nipples until they hurt so beautifully ... I'm not ashamed of that, either, Teresa, and if you are, then I'm ashamed of you. But I won't let you double-standard me. Not you."

Now it was Terry's turn to blush scarlet. There was a long silence in the room. Jesse finally broke it. "Am I hearing things?" he asked. "You-and Mom? Doing it????"

"Yes," Susan said, still watching her sister's face. "And doing it splendidly."

Terry was sobbing uncontrollably now. Susan got up from the bed and went to her sister, embraced her. Like yesterday, Terry began to cry on Susan's shoulder while Susan stroked her hair. Jesse stared from the bed, his eyes full of wonder and amazement. "I love you," Susan whispered. "I love you and I love Jesse too. If you want me to go, I'll go. If you never want to see me again, I'll live with it. But you've got to be honest. With me and with yourself. Move over, Jesse. She needs to sit down." And with that, she led Terry to the bed.

"I-I guess it really isn't that much different," Terry sobbed, wiping her eyes, "but, oh, Susan, it shocked me-he's my little boy-"

"He's nobody's little boy," Susan grinned. "He's a man. All man. There were a few doubts on that score at first, but not any longer." She took a deep breath. "Don't be too embarrassed, Jesse," and then she told most of it to Teresa. She omitted a few details, such as the fact that she and Jesse had gone at the act of fucking long after the boy was convinced of his virility, that they had fucked all through the night with frenzied heat. And she smoothed over some of the aspects of Jesse's afternoon visit to Darlene Goodpussy. But she got her point across, or so she felt when she'd finished speaking, and the look in Terry's eyes seemed to say "I understand-I think."

Susan took that for a good omen. She cupped her sister's chin, tilted her face upward, smeared Terry's mouth with a kiss that was not exactly sisterly. But as the salty, tear-flavored mouth began to melt against hers, Susan found passion and desire building like a stoked fire inside her body. She kissed Terry, kissed her savagely, even got her tongue into action.

Through it all, she was conscious of Jesse's eyes on them, but she didn't care. It was only just that Jesse should get a bird's eye view of the feeling that existed between his mother and his aunt. God knew, his secrets had been laid bare, willing or not. And maybe, Susan thought, just maybe I'm laying it on heavier than I should. But I don't care.

"You want to touch me," she whispered into Terry's mouth. "So touch me."

Terry looked at Susan, then at Jesse. Slowly her hand came up, formed a cup around Susan's right breast. Susan leaned back a little, and she knew that Jesse could see it, could see his mother fondling his aunt, could see the stiff nipple that thrust up between Terry's caressing fingers. Susan smiled and undid the sash of Terry's robe. "No secrets?" she told her sister. Terry nodded shyly, face flushed. Susan flung the robe open, and Terry sat on the bed, all but nude.

Jesse's eyes were the ones that popped now. He gulped at the sight of his mother's body. Goddamn, he thought. All these years she's actually had a body under her clothes! He took in the large breasts and their big, round, dark-colored nipples. Big tits, but not saggy. And that patch of hair between her legs. Thick and flossy. A lot thicker than Aunt Sue's. He couldn't quite see his mother's slit in the tangle of dark curls, but he knew it was there. He could smell it, and the smell was aromatic, like musky perfume in his nostrils. He felt a twitching in his belly. He felt a twitching in his loins. He looked down, saw that the sheet which covered him was beginning to tent upwards as his cock filled with lust and interest.

Aunt Susan bent her head and licked one of his mother's nipples. Mom's face got really red, but she didn't turn away or make any fuss. Instead, she looked at him and he knew she could see how hard he was getting, how that sheet kept lifting up and up.

Susan's hand slid down Terry's belly, into the curly patch of dark hair. Jesse gulped again. Mom made a face of ecstasy, a gleam, a glow seeming to beam like a light from her features. He knew that look. Aunt Susan made it every time he got his fingers onto her pussy lips and started tickling her clit. Was Aunt Sue doing that to Mom, right here, right now, in front of him? His cock sprang up and there was no way it would ever go down! His balls ached and, if he could have gotten out of the room gracefully, as hard as he was, he'd have gone into the bathroom and jerked himself till his prick was raw and bleeding.

Susan diddled in Mom's bush, and Mom started to squirm. Jesse, panting, sat up a little, and the sheet fell away from his hard cock. He didn't care now. He was stiff, and he'd be this stiff for the rest of his life. It was a fact and the world would have to make allowances for it.

"My God," Susan said, raising her head from Mom's tit. She pointed, and Terry's head turned once more. Jesse was squatting on his heels, his cock sticking up like an eight-inch flagpole.

Susan crawled around her sister, slithered toward her nephew. She looked up at him, her eyes glistening, and her hand snaked out, seized his cock. Jesse groaned aloud, and Teresa made a choking sound, her hand coming up to cover her mouth. Pale-faced, she watched, nibbling her knuckles-she watched as Susan drew the stiff rod down, toward her mouth, as Susan's tongue eased from between her lips, began to lick the end of Jesse's peter. "Susan," she said, but it was a soft utterance, like a whisper. A moment later Susan was rising, filling her mouth with Jesse's cock. She sucked, actively, her cheeks drawn in, her head moving up and down. She could have taken him deeper than she did, but her business was not in showing off a deep throat technique.

"Well?" she said, turning to Terry, her hand wrapped around Jesse's cock. She squeezed, and a bubble of cum formed in the slitted tip. It was a large bubble, oozing from Jesse's stalk with snail-like slowness.

Susan leaned down. She held Jesse's cock with one hand, cupped her tit in the other. She made her nipples move across the end of her nephew's rod, made it scoop up that bubble of jism. It was white and milky on her brown nipples, like a pearl adornment for the tit. She looked down at her cum-coated nipple, and then she looked at Terry. "Would you like to taste it?" she wondered. "I-I couldn't-"

"Double standard again?" Susan asked.

Terry frowned. Her large tits swaying, she moved slowly toward her sister. "Lick me," Susan whispered. "Lick me and lick Jesse, all at the same time. Efficient, mmmm?"

Terry groaned, and her head moved down. She cupped Susan's offered tit and forced the nipple into her mouth. She sucked avidly, once her tongue had made an initial circuit of the brown nubby tit. "There's more," Susan purred. "There's plenty more. Do you want to drink it from his nipple too?"

"No," Terry sobbed, eyes full of panic. She looked at Susan, then at her sons' stiff dick. Swallowing hard, she sank onto her chest, staring at Jesse's prick from no more than six inches' distance. Her hand extended slowly, and Susan released the boy's rod, making room for Terry, who gripped it suddenly, fiercely. Jesse actually moaned at the unexpectedly intense clutch of his mother's fist.

"God, Mom!" he husked.

Terry lifted herself slowly, using his rod as a handhold, or so it appeared. "This is wicked," she said. "It's wicked."

"That's what you said a long time ago," Susan replied. "But it never stopped us. Did it?"

And then Jesse took the initiative, surprising even Susan. He put his hand on his mother's head.

"I think I want you to," he said softly. "I think it would be good. For you and me. Mom, the reason we were doing it, me and Aunt Sue, when you walked in-I asked her to. I tried it with somebody else today, but it wasn't right, you know? Everything worked, but there was no feeling. It didn't mean anything. I just balled this girl and I came and she came, and that was it. With Aunt Susan it was like something magical. Like we were floating in space and all of a sudden we reached out and touched each other, and BANG! I was in her head and she was in my head, and we were making it. Together. Really together. Maybe it would be the same for you and me. Do you want to try?"

"See?" Susan said, playing with her sister's hair. "Like mother, like son. Jesse's looking for a meaningful relationship too. Oh, damn it, go ahead! You've made it with me and he's made it with me, and the only thing that keeps it from being unanimous is you. If you don't want to, don't. But-"

"I haven't been with a man since your father divorced me-"

"He divorced me, too," Jesse grinned. He reached down, caressed one of his mother's big brown nipples.

"Oh, God," Terry said, and she threw herself upon his stiff rod. It disappeared into her mouth and Susan fell back in amazement. She had never, not even in an X-rated movie, seen anyone go to work on a cock the way Terry was sucking Jesse right now. That hunger, she thought, is the best goddamned reason I've ever seen against three years' abstinence.

Terry sucked rapidly, voraciously. It was surprising how much cock she could get into her mouth in one swift downstroke. But then, Susan reflected, I've never seen her with a man before. And she's with one now. Even if he is sixteen. He's a man. And he's hers, really hers. In a way he could never be mine if I fucked him every day of the rest of our lives.

Still watching, she began to rub her cunt. Leaky juices coated her lips, sticky where her fingers puddled in them. She sighed in gratification. "Aunt Sue-"

It was Jesse. "Lend you a hand? People shouldn't have to do it to themselves. You taught me that."

"Yes, I did." She smiled and moved toward him, squashing her cunt down upon his willing hand. His middle finger stabbed into Susan, and it wasn't as big or as satisfying as his cock, but it was in her and it was good. And as she squirmed atop Jesse's hand she couldn't take her eyes off Terry, sucking Jesse's cock like a vampire. "Do it, darling," she sighed, petting her sister's head. "Do it. You deserve it and so does he. Why shouldn't we be a family, together, the three of us? We're all we have."

Terry looked up. "My God," she said, "you're making sense, Susan-and it scares the pants off me!"

"So why don't you throw all caution to the winds? When you get that tool of his inside you, I guarantee you'll never want to take it out. But you'll have to, sooner or later, or else you'll have to fight me."

Terry rose onto her knees. Jesse used his other hand to caress her nipples while she threw off the robe that was already unfastened. His hand dropped down, found the little roll of plumpness around her waist. "Mmmm," he said, "a love handle."

"Oh, my Lord," Terry said, and her eyes were misty. She knelt there naked, still eyeing his stiff prick. Susan reached over, smoothed her fingers down the curve of Terry's full round ass. She pinched, and Terry jumped.

"Jump on that," Susan suggested. "Because if you don't, I will."

"It's okay with me, Mom," Jesse added. He worked his fingers inside Susan, and she trilled in joy. "Really okay."

Tentatively, Terry stood up, the small bed rocking, dangerously overloaded. Soon, Susan thought, we'll have to adjourn to the big bed, but first we have to cross the Rubicon. "Go ahead," she encouraged.

Terry straddled her son and settled down slowly. Susan pried herself free of Jesse's hand, reluctantly as hell, and she slid off the bed. This was something Terry and Jesse had to do, by themselves. She looked at Jesse, nodded her approval.

Terry came down until her fuzzy beaver touched the tip of Jesse's prick, which he was holding upright, aimed at her slit. "Let me open up," she said, but Jesse interrupted.

"I think I know the way, Mom," he grinned, and he reached into touch her cunt. She shivered visibly at the touch of his fingers but she didn't stop him, didn't move away. Instead, she settled down a little closer, and he made contact with the exposed vulva his fingers had opened up. "You've got a nice one, Mom," he added. "It feels moist and cozy and the lips stick out just far enough for some friendly nibbling, mmmm, Aunt Sue?"

"Mmmm, yeah," Susan agreed with a giggle.

And then Jesse thrust up, without warning, and his cock rammed into his mother's pussy. She moaned, and her head tossed, long brown hair swirling. There was a moment's hesitation before she plummeted down, accepting his cock fully in her twat. She ground her ass upon his loins and she kept saying "Ohhhhhhh-ohhhhhhhhh-"

"God, it's tight!" Jesse said, gripping her ass. "It's so tight it feels like it's gonna break my cock in two!"

"No, it isn't," Susan said from the side of the bed. Her heart was speeding inside her body, as fast as if she, not Terry, were the one being fucked. She nibbled her itchy cunt lips, remembering how that cock felt inside a responsive pussy. And if she'd ever seen response, it was from her sister as she fucked her son with relentless and steadily building passion, the mattress rocking beneath their energetic coupling.

"Mom-oh, Jesus, Mom!" Jesse groaned. "It's too much! I can't take it! You're so hot and tight and sweet!"

Tight? She ought to be tight. Jesse's cock was a hell of a lot thicker than the vibrator which had been her only love the last three years, reflected Susan. And it was a hell of a lot more fun than a vibrator. She doubted if Terry would bother picking up fresh batteries for her plastic dildo. Not with this live one in the house.

Was it right? Was it wrong? Susan didn't know. But it was good, and good always mattered more than anything else.

"I'm gonna come," Jesse gritted through clenched teeth. "I can't hold back another second. I'm gonna come, come, come...."

"Come!" Terry moaned. "Oh, sweet God, I'm coming already! Fill me, Jesse! Fill me full! Come inside me! Squirt it! Yessssss!!!" And she swayed from side to side, her tits jiggling, their nipples fully beautifully erect. Her eyes were shut tight and her face glowed. Yes, Susan thought, watching her sister reach orgasm, I think it is right. For them, for me. For all of us in this family. We love each other and how better to show it?

She watched as Jesse convulsed and began to squirt his cum up his mother's cunt and she watched Terry go into overtime. Mother and son rocked and rolled together, sharing a hot sweet come, their juices mingling deep in the mother's cuntal recesses.

But even as she watched her finger busy in her own hairy pie, she was thinking of the future. She had to go back to California, obviously. But why did she have to leave Reckardsville behind? The solution was so patent she kicked herself in the ass, mentally, for not having thought of it long ago.

When she returned to LA, Terry and Jesse would come with her. No two ways about it. Terry could find a job, certainly, and if she couldn't, well, Susan was making plenty of money on her soap. They wouldn't starve.

Terry flopped over, rolled onto her side next to Jesse. White milky cum was leaking from her red-lipped pussy and her tits were heaving majestically. Jesse's cock was soft, coated in jism Susan could almost taste, just looking at it.

Almost taste? she thought. Why settle for almost? "Next player," she laughed, crawling onto the bed. She grabbed Jesse's sticky cock, squeezed it, then kissed her sister and her nephew, a long sweet kiss to each of them.