Chapter 7
"I can see you both need some help," I said, getting to my feet and walking over to Mark. "Get back on the bed, Mark, Mother's going to join you."
Mark obeyed me, "sitting on the edge of the bed, while I pulled my tan sweater over my head and let it fall to the floor. Both of them watched me remove my brown slacks and un-snap my bra. Their eyes seemed riveted to my large breasts as they rolled down on my rib cage, my nipples hard, then lowered their gaze to watch my pubic hairs emerge from the panties I drew down my legs and stepped out of.
"That'll help a lot, Mom." Billie commented. "I couldn't get away from the feeling you were being left out of everything."
"It's not so hard to have sex with a man, if you only relax, Billie," I said, watching son and daughter separate to make room for me. "Maybe I can show you how."
I pushed my body across the spread, sliding between them and then rolling over on my back. I ran one hand across the strong back muscles of my son, while the other tended to Billie's thigh.
"Why don't you concentrate on getting me excited. That'll take care of the self-consciousness you're both feeling."
I put my hands on my own thighs, then dug my fingers into my crack and rubbed it slightly before I ran my hands up my abdomen and stomach to take hole of my pendulous breasts, lifting them so their large size would become more obvious.
"You both know what I like a lot. You can start on them any time you wish."
The light from the lamp on the bedside table to my right cast its shadow across my body as Mark leaned over to do my bidding. He took my right breast from my hand, gripping it as he lowered his mouth to it, lightly trailing his tongue across the nipple before he sucked it into his mouth. Billie bent down to my other breast, rapidly flicking her tongue across the nipple, before her own two hands began to knead the flesh. Watching the heads of my two children bob as they both seemed to want to give me greater pleasure than the other, was a highly-enjoyable sight. Feeling their slick tongues make my nipples warm, make my passion return, was providing me with a highly sensual sensation that warmed my entire body. The outside wind that was making the windows behind us rattle slightly was soon not noticed. Once the sexuality began to pervade my being, I could leave the uneasiness my own guilt caused in me and forget everything I had been worrying about. Their gentle sucks to my nipples were relaxing me, as well as turning me on. I realized it would be all right. It could not be otherwise with the care and gentleness son and daughter exhibited as they so diligently worked to insure their mother's pleasure.
Mark's penis was returning to its stiff state as his tongue rolled so languorously across my breast, titillating my nipple into greater hardness. He was the first to roll his body to mine, to let me see how giving him my breast had driven his penis into full erection. Billie soon followed his lead, and was even more energetic with clasping her legs around my thigh and letting me see how wet she was in-between. While she sucked, she rocked her groin, the lips of her wet pussy separating with her movement. She spread her pussy juices across my skin with her rapid upward movements. My own quim was becoming wetter, and warmer minute by minute, and the throbs of my clitoris were a continual reminder of the depths of feeling they were driving me to.
I turned my head to watch Mark's expert sucks to my breast and became more turned on as he pressed his thighs to mine, forcing his rod to slide up my hip. I let my arms slide underneath the heads of son and daughter, holding them as gently as I ever had. But how different it was with both my breasts being taken care of at the same time, one by Mark and one by Billie. How better it was that both nipples were being driven into excruciating sensation with gentle sucks and warmth and wetness, by the busy mouths of son and daughter, each tugging and pulling at the nipples they were locked onto like their only interest in life was to give them the greatest sensation possible.
The sexuality I was experiencing was incomparable. At no time, ever, had my breasts given me so much pleasure. One spread to my right, being held by my son, the look on his strong features one of pleasure and intensity; the other being pulled to my left, by the gripping hands of my daughter, who never once stopped the gentle kneading that continued to force more of my breast into her mouth.
It was so much better, their being older and doing that. The stiff rod of my son slowly sliding up my hip, the clasp of his knees around my thigh forcing me harder against his penis, was spreading my quim lips to the gentle warm air currents in my bedroom. Billie had maneuvered her right leg under mine, and had pulled my thigh more toward her as her ankles locked, and the grind of her pussy against my thigh had quickened. My legs were soon spreading under no tension of their own. Each child's own movements made them part as much as the breasts that were being pulled to right and left.
"Oh, you two children, you each do me so nicely. Oh, you cannot imagine how good it feels to have your mouths on my breasts, to have you suckle my nipples so nicely. Oh, you are both so nice, you are both making me feel so good. You have never made me feel so good, not once, ever. You both suck so good. You're both so wonderful. You please your mother so nicely."
My encouragement enhanced their sucks and they became more intense, in both right and left breast. If I had to decide which breast was providing me with more pleasure, I could not have done so. Mark's more intense sucks took precedence in my mind one minute, Billie's more gentle tongue ministrations became more predominant the next. The press of my son's rod against my thigh was highly exciting, but so was Billie's wet press of her rubbing quim lips and the feel of her warm cunt.
"But you're not going to just do that, are you? Aren't you going to give me pleasure elsewhere?"
Mark was the first to move his hand to the inside of my thigh, and to move it upward to rub the knuckles of his hand against the slickness forming in my cunt. He rocked the back of his hand against my clitoris, then dug his fingers into my crack. Billie's more delicate tough was soon felt there, their fingers both fighting for position.
"Mark, put your finger up me, up my vagina, sweetie. Make it feel as good as my breast. Make your finger go up me and then draw it out again, honey. See how wet you've made me."
His finger was up me in bare seconds, slicing the inner walls of my vagina apart, and driving it up me as far as he could get it. Then he began slamming that finger into me and pulling it out nearly totally before he forced me apart again.
"And you, Billie. Rub my clit like you do so well. Do that for your mother, honey."
She knew how to do it well, her three fingers pressed to a point, finding my clit and surrounding it with pleasurable sensation as she rotated her hand. She slipped all three fingers across the nub, then added the heel of her palm which pressed all that throbbing portion upward, toward my stomach, stretching the membranes of my cunt, making the pressure of my vagina against my son's fingers greater.
And not once did they stop that wonderful sucking they were giving to each breast. How wonderful to have children who were so intent on giving their mother pleasure! How wonderful I felt with their mouths so busy at my nipples and their hands so busy between my legs. How wonderful to feel a rod against one lea; and a hot quim against the other. How wonderful like had suddenly become. I felt as if I was being pulled right apart by the sexuality that was coursing through me. It was hard to be able to focus on any one portion that was being so pleasantly stimulated. All of it was just too good, felt so fine, was making me feel so full that it was not possible to delineate any more, which pleasure was greater than another pleasure. In my entire life, I had never felt my needs were so nicely being taken care of. I had never had such a feeling of being stretched out on a rack and my entire body being pulled apart by pleasure.
But I had to remember the purpose of our getting together. It was not just for my enjoyment alone: the reasons were multifaceted. Much as I hated to leave such a plateau of pleasure, I knew it was not only necessary, but that there were other plateaus equally pleasurable, and even more important.
"You're giving me too much excitement, you two, are," I said, my breathless quality indicating the degree of sexuality my children had taken me to. "How do you think I can stand it, with you both doing me so good? You're going to have to stop, now. You're going to have to stop sucking on my breasts. You're going to have to stop making me so excited between my legs. We have other things we have to do."
Mark didn't seem to mind as much as Billie, and he was the first to release my breast, to stop sucking on it.
"Can I get on top you, Mom?" he asked, his own fast breathing clear evidence of his excitation. "Can I fuck you now, Mom?"
Billie drew her head back from my other breast, looking highly displeased, although her face was flushed to a high level. "You mean you two are going to have sexual intercourse and I just have to watch?"
"Just for a little bit, dear. I want you to see how easily it is for even a big prick to go up a vagina. Then you can be sure it'll be your turn."
"Mom," she said, tense. "Please do something to me, too. Otherwise, I'll lose what I got going. How can he get up me if I'm not excited?"
"I told you, dear. If Mark can't take care of you, I will."
I motioned for Billie to move back and for Mark to get on top of me, feeling abandoned myself when they were no longer providing my cunt with their touches. But the lack I felt only lasted a minute. Mark quickly moved his body over my thigh and his body pressed against mine, his hand on his stalk already pressing it against my quim.
"She can't see if you do it that way, Mark. Move off the bed. Let me slide my rump to the edge. You stand up and put it into me. Let Billie see how you can do that."
Billie moved down near the edge of the bed when I did, and Mark quickly scrambled to his feet, his hard rod, throbbing as it stretched out in front of him. I spread my legs, letting them rest against the side of the bed while Mark clasped his rod in his hand and bent his knees so he could get it into me. Billie watched, wide-eyed as he pressed his rod to my quim. With a push that could hardly be called gentle, he rammed it into me, his thick width splitting me. There was nothing quite like having a handsome son ram his rod into his mother. He pressed it into me all the way to the hilt with three steady thrusts, then waited, mustering energy for additional slams.
"You see, Billie? You see how easy it is."
"It doesn't hurt?"
"It hurts good, Billie. When he rams it in, all you have to do is to relax and go with it. You'll feel it hurt, but if you relax, you'll only begin to feel how good it is. Think you could do that now?"
"Jesus, Mom, I don't know. I want to do what you want me to do, but I'd feel much better if I could see the whole thing happen from start to finish. It'd be much better if I could see Mark and you having an orgasm."
Billie looked tense, and I stretched my hand so I could touch her long, fine hair. "Honey, he can't come in me and come in you, too."
"I know that, Mom. But I'm not sure it would be a good idea for him to come in me at all. Won't that make me pregnant?"
It was the first time I realized that Billie was not on the pill. I should have known that my daughter, being a lesbian, would not find that necessary. I found it strange that I would think that just because I did took pills every day, that all women did. I kept taking them even after Justin left home and William went to Alaska. The little ritual of taking birth-control pills was interwoven into the hope that by doing so, I would get the reward of having my sexual needs satisfied. If I was offered the opportunity, I didn't want a little thing like fear of pregnancy to prevent me from having sex. No doubt, that was a significant factor in my so readily going to bed with Mark, bringing myself to my present situation.
My own desire to see my children get together, to rid myself of my own guilt, and to protect myself had made me blind to certain realizations and responsibilities. And now, along with my excitation, another emergence of guilt entered in.
How could I have been so foolish as to not take care of the matter of Billie's protection? What if, under my guidance and instruction, Billie and Mark had had sexual intercourse and as a result, my own daughter had gotten pregnant by my own son? How could that be explained to Justin?
"Well, won't it, Mom?" Billie asked again.
"You just watch Mark and me, Billie. I'll get you some birth control pills and you can start taking them so we won't run into this problem again. Let's make it easier, Mark. Lie across me, honey."
"Thank God for small favors," he said as he began pushing me up on the bed again with the strong thrusts of his body. I could not say I was disappointed in the turn of events. Mark's penis in me was pleasing me and I would have hated to have him take it out. After we had finished, we could both take care of Billie, if we had the energy. The main thing was for her to see it was possible for a man and a woman to have sexual intercourse and for both of them to enjoy it. Although I knew Billie was watching with great interest, it was not difficult to forget she was even there, with Mark becoming more insistent in his thrusts and plunges.
With his attention focused only on me and with his strong sexual drive, with his strong competitive drive, he was going all out to show Billie how much he could excite his mother. But it was his intensity, more than anything else, that helped me to forget all else.
He had pushed me back on the bed with the mere force of his rod that was slamming into me with a heavy thump with each ram. He was moving as if he wanted to split me right apart and I was enjoying every minute of it. When he had me pushed back on the spread by some three feet, he pushed my legs right apart and rotated his gourd, grinding it into my clitoris.
"You'll like it too, Billie, when you feel a rod against your clit, when you feel it grinding against you like I'm doing to Mom. Oh, will you like that."
"I hope so," Billie commented, "she sure looks like she's enjoying it."
"Oh, Mark," I moaned, rocking my buttocks, arching so I could feel more of his heat in my crack. "Oh, it feels so good when you fuck me. Oh, it is so fine."
"Get up on her, Billie. Let her eat you while I'm doing this." Mark implored. "Then you'll be getting yours, too."
It didn't matter to me, not the way Mark was so nicely splitting me, not the way he forced my crack open each time he rammed me, not the way my clit felt when he rocked his prick base and abdomen against it. Nothing could matter now, with the way I felt, pinioned my own passion.
When my own daughter straddled my head and began to lower her sexual portions to my mouth, I was more than happy to give her that pleasure. Feeling her membranes juice my face as she slid across it was a welcome bath and it seemed only appropriate that the sexuality Mark was causing in me be immediately transferred to my daughter. It gave me a special pleasure to know that the tongue pushing into her crack would cause her to move so more of her was available to me. I did not mind the taste; it was clean and pleasant, and I found myself enjoying sliding my tongue into the crevice of her crack, and to find her little hard clit button and to begin sucking on that.
Once it was drawn into my mouth, between my teeth, I could suck on it more easily and I found myself enjoying that fully as much as Mark's prick driving so deep into me. Once he was in all the way, he made certain that he rotated it well, that he nicely rocked against my own clit, before his wide cock was drawn out of my vagina several inches for another deep ram.
"Oh, Mother," Billie moaned. "That feels so good, your mouth on me. Oh, Mother, you just don't know...."
But I did know.
I knew, from when she did me, how nice it felt to have a soft, wet tongue sliding across crack wetness, sucking on slit and clit. I knew exactly what she was feeling.. . .
The more Mark rammed me, the more I sucked, licked and lapped at Billie. His thick rod made me feel full each time he was deep inside me and empty and wanting when he pulled it back out of me. He was enjoying tantalizing me, taking it all the way out, pressing it against my clit, sliding it again down my crack and pushing it back into me as if he was filling me for the first time. My legs were spread as wide as it was possible for them to go. My hands were on the inside of Billie's thighs, helping to rotate her body so her cunt was squashed against my face one moment and lifted the other so I could breathe more easily.
"Looks like she's about ready, Mark," she said in a low, husky voice.
"In just a little bit," Mark grunted as his penis slipped up me again and I felt that wonderful fullness deep inside me. This time, I did not want him to leave me and I clasped my legs around his rear, forcing him to stay. Now when he moved back, I move with him and the movement gave my daughter more satisfaction.
"Oh, Mother," she squealed. "That feels even better. That makes me feel like I could come at any moment. Mother, Mother, Mother!"
The excited tone in her voice encouraged me to lap at her with more intensity and it felt to me as if the three of us were permanently connected-my legs around Mark's rear, his prick deep inside me, my mouth on Billie's cunt, sucking her right into ecstasy.
We were all moving on the bed, now, my entire body being pulled across the smooth satin bedspread when Mark moved his body back, Billie arching each time my head ground into her cunt so I could again start sucking on her clit. How wonderful it felt that mother, daughter, son could have such a nice time together. How wonderful all of it was. How much longer I could hold off with such a spiraling intensity of feeling coursing throughout me, I did not know. But it didn't matter now, with all that was happening simultaneously. I hardly was aware when Billie lightly rubbed the palms of both hands across the nipples of my breasts. I lost track of the number of times Mark pulled back and rammed back into me. I lost awareness of the fear that Billie's slick hot cunt would prevent me from breathing. And I soon forget that I was their mother.
All that I was aware of was the incredible degree of sexuality I had reached, now that everybody was so busy pleasing one another.
And it did not surprise me at all when it all happened, when Mark's rams increased in intensity, when his grunts and groans came so fast and furiously I knew it was nearly time for him. It did not surprise me when Billie squashed her cunt down on me so hard it seemed like there was nothing else in life but my face sunk into her crack, and I knew she was ready, too. Her fingers had dug into the flesh of my breasts, as if to signal she had lost control of herself. And as for myself?
My own throbbing clitoris was a near-match for the deeper, stronger vaginal clutch to Mark's penis, which was grinding in and out of me. If I could have, I would have split my body right in two, if only he could then give me more of that feeling. I quickened my sucks to Billie's clit, and her legs spread wider as she felt me lock into that throbbing portion as if I was never going to let go. Her legs spread wider and wider again before I heard the evidence that indicated her orgasm had started.
"Oh, Christ, Mark, Mother, oh, God, you can't imagine..."
"Oh, Sis, watch me come, too," Mark shouted as his semen exploded in short bursts inside me, warming me, and making his slides into me ever so much easier.
Their orgasms triggered my own. I opened my mouth as wide as I could, felt more of Billie's membranes filling it. Between my legs, deep inside my vagina, my own orgasm started, my vaginal muscles contracting and dilating onto Mark's penis, my own clitoris feeling as if it had exploded and was rapidly, with each additional throb, subsiding into a feeling of total relaxation and peace.
Billie rolled over on the bed, lying on her left side, looking at me. Mark slipped his penis out from my vagina and sat on the side of the bed, catching his breath. I reached out and touched both of them, their warm bodies feeling good to my hands.
"That was wonderful," I told them.
"Sure was," Mark agreed.
"Mom, you made me very happy, doing that to me," Billie said.
"I'm glad," I answered. "I liked it, too."
Lying on the bed, fully relaxed, my two children equally comfortable and pleased, gave me a very good feeling. It was the first time we had all had an experience that would forever unite us. There was none of the tension I had been experiencing throughout the previous week. There was something to the touches of body to body that had accomplished what words never could. It was something I would never forget and I knew neither Billie nor Mark could easily erase it from their minds. As I lay so totally relaxed, one nice thought after another overtaking my mind, there was only one regret I had.... Justin was not there to enjoy seeing his wife and children get so close. And in a very strange way, I felt I had betrayed him by not offering him the warmth and closeness we had achieved.
It would be wonderful if Justin could leave his moral turpitude and self-righteousness behind and to just enjoy his body responses openly. I did not know if it would ever be possible for my separated husband to feel as close to wife and children as I now felt toward Billie and Mark, but if I had one wish that would be granted me, that would be it.
Only because I felt so close to my children did I verbalize my concern.
"Do you think your father could ever feel this relaxed?" I asked no one in particular.
"Sure, if he could relax enough to do what we did." Mark offered.
"I can't even imagine him relaxing," Billie added, stretching her body out on the bed.
"Well, maybe, when he visits us at Christmas, we can get him to relax enough," I said. "Will you help me try to relax him?"
I was relieved when they both agreed they would. How we would go about achieving this rapidly became the topic of conversation. Both Billie and Mark wanted their father back, and I soon realized that was of paramount importance to me as well. I listened to their many suggestions as to how this could be accomplished. The more they talked in such an enthusiastic manner, the more it made me feel that, with their help, it might just be possible. I was certain that once Justin could break through his defenses and let himself go totally, let his own children and wife lead him into enhanced sexual realms, that he could finally give up his facade and begin to respond openly as a human being, perhaps for the first time in his life. I recognized that most of our marital difficulties had been the result of his inability to trust me or anyone else. Always, he was on the lookout for someone to cause him harm. Even when we had been in bed together, it was as if he was only performing for someone who was watching, and that he would be punished if he didn't do it properly.
Now that my children and I had become so close, it was all the more important that their father also become close to us. Alone, I doubted if I could make him feel that good. But with the children helping, I became convinced the project did not have insurmountable odds.
"Both of you think about how we can make your father feel as good. Maybe one of you will know how to do it. That would be the nicest Christmas gift I could get."
"Okay, Mom," Mark said. "I'll try to figure something out."
"So will I, Mom," Billie added. "If Dad could feel this good, we'd be the happiest family in the world."
"And to make sure our Christmas will be the happiest, what do you say we finish up our Christmas shopping as soon as possible? Let's go shopping the first thing in the morning. Then we can figure out just how to get your father to relax."
"Fine by me," Mark said, sliding off the bed and standing to his full six,-foot height. "I know one thing for sure. I'm going to be able to sleep well tonight."
"Me, too," Billie said, following him out of the room. "Wake me up firstrthing, will you, Mom?"
They both stopped at the doorway to say goodnight. After they left, I pulled the covers back and got between the sheets.
I was asleep in minutes, with visions of sugar plums dancing through my dreams.