Chapter 2
The realization stunned Mary Jane. Even more stunning was the prospect of being her father's bedmate for at least sixteen years to come. The idea of having his children, and then selecting one or more of those children as fucking partners for the rest of her life was something totally abhorrent. She loved her father dearly, but she loved him as a father, and had never considered the idea of his being a lover.
Was this her destiny? Was this the only thing a bleak future held in store for her?
The very idea was more horrible than anything else she might have imagined. Having read history books, Mary Jane dreamed of being carried away by a Barbary pirate. Other times she had imagined herself kidnapped and forced to work in a bordello in Spanish Morocco. But these were all fantasies, since she had accepted the fact she was a Padramor. She expected, when the time came, she would have a husband selected for her by her father, whom she would accept. But that the husband should be her father was, to her mind, totally unacceptable. The hardships of the Padramor life were things she was willing to accept. Rising early in the morning, helping with the milking, feeding what few chickens they had, and even helping to till the soil for the four months of the year the land could be worked: all this in addition to household duties could be acceptable. But to have to bed down with her own father in addition was asking too much of the fourteen-year-old.
Her father and sister were nearly dressed now. She would have to hurry and leave the attic before she was discovered. Opening the trapdoor, she climbed down out of the attic and hurried to her room. There, she quickly removed her yellow dress and slipped into a plaid dress she used when getting ready to go to worship.
Worship! It was just an excuse to get the younger children out of the house so the older ones could screw with their parents. Yes, screw! She knew all the words. She'd heard her brothers using them when they thought she wasn't around.
Well tonight, while everyone else was worshipping, she would sneak back to the house and find out just what really went on. How depraved could her parents be? she wondered. Parents? Hell! Her mother and herself shared the same father. And it was possible mother was pregnant again. Only this time, from what she gathered after overhearing what had been said between her father and sister, the sire of the bun in mother's oven was one of her brothers. The Bible supposedly frowned on incest. And yet, it was a worse sin for a man's seed to be wasted than to be pumped into one of his daughters. So said the Good Book. The Ten Commandments did not condemn it. But then the Ten Commandments were only for Jews, Christians, and offshoots of the Christian Sects, such as the Pilgrims, the Mormons, the Quakers and such. The Padramors were not an offshoot of any religion. Lot never really followed his Uncle Abraham's ways. He believed in the One God, but otherwise all resemblances to other Judeo-Christian religions ended right there. The Padramors were unique. They were a religion unto themselves, using the various bibles of other religions because no Padramor could take time off from his labors to write a separate bible.
When Abby came to the bedroom she shared with Mary Jane, she showed no sign of the activity she had enjoyed with their father. She was smiling, cheerful, and in a hurry to change into a plain, brown ankle-length dress so she could help her mother with the cooking.
A short time later Mary Jane's brothers came in. They had longer school hours than the girls because their schooling would end more abruptly. At the age of twenty every Padramor male had to have gone through four years of college and come home with a degree. Then he would set to work building his own little farm, usually from the remnants of a farm having belonged to an ancestor. He would also take a wife, though Mary Jane now realized why many of the Padramor men remained single for so long. They had to wait for the girls they sired on their mothers to grow up. Once a girl reached the age of fifteen, she was eligible for marriage. Where there was more than one daughter, the father could, at his discretion, allow the daughter to be married off elsewhere, provided the husband did not sire the first child oh his wife. Once a week the wife would return to her father's house and go through the incest ritual. After the first child had been born, the husband was then permitted to sire children on his wife, starting a new strain, provided he would fuck each of his daughters when they came of age, and his wife would give her cunt to each of her sons at the proper time.
True, Mary Jane's father showed a preference for Abby. But then, he was already married to their mother, who was also his daughter. This meant that although he could not marry either daughter, he could go on keeping them with him, refusing to allow them to marry, until the sons he'd sired on them were old enough, at which time each would marry his own mother.
Mary Jane began shivering. She couldn't go on knowing this was all the future held in store for her. But she had to make certain. She had to see for herself the relationship between her mother and brothers, as well as a further relationship between her sister and father.
Supper time arrived. Everyone sat around the big dining room table. Hezekiah Farrar said grace, then they all began eating. The food of the Padramors was mostly bread, dairy products, and vegetables, with a chicken thrown in on special occasions. Cattle would have found it difficult, to survive on Bell's Landing, and the Padramors were too poor to buy meat in Maine.
Much of the money came in via the tourist trade. People came to Bell's Landing to see the way the Padramors lived, and to purchase souvenirs. Most important was the skiing. In the center of the island was a high mountain, and even when the snow fell lightly on the rest of the island, it blanketed the mountain and skiers came from all over the world. The skiing lodge, which was far away from the village, brought in nearly forty per cent of all the money earned on Bell's Landing. The lodge itself, was owned jointly by all the families on the island, and the younger men took turns running it. But the Padramor women were forbidden to go anywhere near the lodge, unless helping.
When supper was over, the girls helped their mother and grandmother clear the table and wash the dishes. By then it was nearly a quarter to eight, and Mary Jane had to go to the worship-house.
Taking her coat from the nearby closet, she said her goodbyes to the rest of the family, then left. She knew she would have to go to the worship-house. If she weren't seen, her absence might be reported to some member of the family.
She arrived at eight o'clock, hung up her coat in the small cloakroom, then took a seat at the rear of the prayer room. Other girls, most of whom were younger than she, smiled and nodded at her, and she nodded back. She also nodded to the prayer master, as well as to the matron who made certain no talking went on during the services.
The services began a few minutes later, and Mary Jane knew they would take more than three hours. At one time it had all seemed so solemn and mysterious to her. Now she knew it for what it was, a lot of nonsense designed to keep the children from becoming curious while the real rituals of the Padramors took place in bedrooms all over the island.
After ten minutes, Mary Jane silently rose from her seat, making certain the prayer master and the matron weren't looking. She quietly eased out of the door, signaling to a nearby girl that she was going to the ladies' room. Then she hurried to the cloakroom, got her coat, and silently hurried through the wet snow to her house. All the lights were on.
The hinges on the back door had been recently oiled, and when she let herself in no one heard her. Nor did they hear her climb up to the attic, open the trapdoor, and slip inside.
The bedroom shared by her three brothers was right next to her parents' bedroom, and Mary Jane was curious as to what was going on there. The same crack that allowed her to see into her parents' bedroom extended almost all the way across the attic floor. Hers was the only bedroom not in line with it.
Using the same blanket she had used earlier, to keep her dress from getting dirty, Mary Jane stretched out on the floor and peered through the crack into her brothers' room. And there were her three brothers, Bob, Paul, and Michael all naked with bodies as solid as her father's. Especially solid were the three penises sticking out from their groins. All three had phalluses resembling that of their father, Hezekiah. All had purple heads, and all were thick. Bob's was the thickest. Paul's was the longest. Michael's was probably the most proportionate, being neither excessively thick nor very long.
All three brothers had hook-shaped noses, like their father. Bob was already sporting a mustache. Paul was going bald on top, and Michael, even totally naked, insisted on wearing his steel-rimmed glasses.
The two older brothers were sitting on chairs off to the side while Michael, the youngest, was on the bed with his mother, Peggy.
Mary Jane could feel her own nipples pressing into the fabric of her dress and rubbing against the hard floor under the blanket. For the first time she became conscious of them. Hot shivers chased themselves through her belly and loins, and she had to cup her breasts in her own palms to keep herself from shivering.
She stared at the unutterable loveliness of her mother. Peggy had a very alluring body, with pert, uptilted pink-tipped breasts, a soft, slightly rounded belly, and pubic hair that glittered as if the sun shone out from between her thighs.
Peggy was writhing on the bed, letting her sons admire 'the body of which she was so proud. Michael was staring at his mother's loveliness with his tongue already hanging out of his mouth. He was balanced on one elbow, turned to the side, looking at the torso so close to his own.
Mary Jane's fingers pressed into her breasts as she started, watching the way her mother began lightly kissing her youngest son, her tongue lightly playing from her mouth to his as he responded. Her hand stroked Michael's stomach, and Michael began to tremble all over. Then she rubbed the points of her breasts all over Michael's shuddering body, causing new icy chills to trickle up and down his frame.
Mary Jane watched her brother's cock continue creaming, leaking drop after drop of sticky lubrication almost like a faulty hose after it had been turned off. The oil made the flanged head glisten and shine as it swelled and receded, throbbing. Veins and arteries seemed to pulse through its marble-like shaft, circling right down to the bottom where, at the weighty base, a cushion of dark, curly brown hair nestled. Mary Jane watched as her mother's fingers began to dance lightly along the shaft.
"That's a wonderful prick, Michael," Peggy said to her youngest son. "I'm always aroused by the sight of it. It's shaped so perfectly. I absolutely love it, especially the colorful tip, so shiny and wet. Is my body as alluring to you, my wonderful son?"
Mary Jane could hear Michael swallow before relying, "Of course, mother. You have a wonderful body. Mmmmmphhh! When you rub those nipples against my thighs I feel as I'm going to shoot right out in the open."
Too aghast to be sickened, Mary Jane stared raptly at the scene below, watching as her mother's mouth began kissing Michael's body all over, her hands fondling his upright prong the entire time. When Peggy's mouth came up to Michael's, they began a tongue duel, darting from one mouth to the other, lunging, stabbing. Their bodies pressed more tightly together, one writhing against the other like slippery satin against smooth velvet.
Peggy stopped kissing her son, lifted her body, moved a bit higher, and pressed the turgid nipple of her left breast to her son's eager lips. His mouth locked tightly onto the nipple as his hands wandered unseeingly over her smooth skin.
"Yes, my wonderful son," Peggy was murmuring. "That's the right way. Suck it, dearest boy. Lick it, chew the nipple a bit. Ohhh, yesss, that feels ever so good."
Her son's palms were pressing the round, satiny cheeks of her luscious behind now, his fingers squeezing as they sought to discover the softness and roundness, once more feeling the wonderful sensation of their fullness. His mouth sucked all the more strongly on her full boob until Peggy was"-unable to stand it any longer.
Peggy would have continued playing with her youngest had there not been two more sons to service. She had to hurry things along lest they become impatient.
Raising her slender, lithe form, Peggy pulled her nipple from Michael's questing mouth, falling back on her knees while reaching down to caress the hot length of his cock.
"I have the feeling this time we're going to have a good one," she whispered, almost too inaudible for Mary Jane to hear.
She straddled her son, letting her pussy rub against the lance of his prick. Mary Jane could not really see the way her mother's cuntlips seemed to nibble on the hot seething pole of her brother's aching dong, but she was able to see the way her brother was reaching down with both hands, fumbling around, trying to push the head of his shuddering cock through the mat of blonde hair, into the wet maw in the center.
"I'll do it," Peggy whispered. "Let me do it. Here, feel the way I'm pressing the point of your wonderful cock against the leaking crack between my pussylips. Don't you love it?"
Michael sighed, his rigid body so tight he was actually arching, thrusting his center up to meet that of his mother's. He ground his fulcrum around and around as Mary Jane watched the rapture on her brother's face, noting his eyes were closed and his chin pointed right at where she was. She stared, unable to tear her eyes from the scene as Peggy began pointing the lubed head of his tense cock into the sucking maw surrounded by her shiny pubic hair. The rigid pole seemed to move with Peggy's body as she raised herself, inserted it, and then slowly, very slowly began easing herself gently down, her soaking sheath totally surrounding the entrapped phallic dome, pushing its spongy rigidity between the nursing vulva lips of her inflamed cunt.
Peggy's hips began rotating in tight, squishy circles as his thick, solid cock began slowly sliding into her gulping pussy. His hard, youthful skewer pushed anxiously into the sucking grotto that swallowed more and more of it until the entire length of Michael's hot prick just seemed to disappear into her hot cunt, completely engulfed by the maw behind the stretched labia now kissing his pelvis.
Mary Jane shuddered, seeing how easily her mother accepted the throbbing pole of her own son into her swallowing center. It was horrible. How could her mother do anything so ... terrible?
She heard Peggy sigh with thrilling contentment as her loins spiraled their way around Michael's upthrust pole. He was reaching forward with his hand, and using his thumb to rub his mother's itching clit.
Then Peggy fell forward, locking his hand between them, letting her tits fall against his chest, gluing her mouth to his, letting her tongue run riot through his mouth. Her ass, the top of which Mary Jane could now see, was racing up and down in strong, continuous strokes. Mary Jane, because of the way her mother was bent forward, could see her brother's balls protrude each time her mother raised her ass. At one point Peggy moved so far forward, Mary Jane could make out the staff going in and out of Peggy's sucking pussy. The cock looked longer, wetter, and even harder, now.
"Oh, yes, yes," Peggy was squealing. "Shove that wonderful prong into your mother's devouring hole, my wonderful son. Ram it right in up to the hilt. Stuff it in, stuff it in, stuff ... ahhhhh ... good .. . ooooooh ..."
Mary Jane suddenly realized her own hands were pressing her breasts in rhythm to the way her mother was fucking her brother. She was actually breathing in time to the way her mother's ass bounced on her brother's penis.
Something was happening inside her own body. This was terrible. Her mother was madly riding her brother, doing something that was wrong, and yet she, Mary Jane, who was disgusted by the idea, suddenly found herself being turned on.
Michael wasn't just lying there. His body was lunging upward, slamming his knifing cock up into his mother at breakneck speed. His fingers were planted solidly in his mother's butt, trying to dig holes in the flesh. His heels were dug into the mattress as he slammed his seething cock up rapidly into the slurping cavern tightly gripping him.
Their beat began to pick up, the pace hotly increasing as they slammed together again and again, writhing and wriggling, separating for a fraction of a second only to slam smartly into one another's fulcrums once more.
"Fuck... fuck... fuck ..." Peggy was chanting in time to the way her ass pounded against her son's body. "Shove that masterful spike deeper and deeper... yeahhhhh ... fuck it in ... ooooh ... it feels soooooo good in there ... ahhhh ... so good ... oh, so wonderful.. .fuck ... fuck ... fuck ... fuck ..."
Michael finally managed to pull his hand free from between his body and that of his mother. Now both hands could tightly grip the full, rounded cheeks of his mother's ass. Michael shuddered and gasped, feeling the tight greasiness of his mother cling to him tenaciously. He humped into her gobbling cunt with all his might and main.
"Can't hold back," he murmured. "Just can't hold it back."
"Let it come," Peggy urged. "Shoot it out, come on my darling son. Shoot your wonderful sperm into me."
"Oh, ma," he breathed. "Ma, ma, I can feel it building ... it's moving higher inside ... me ..."
"Yes, yessss," she urged. "Come on, Michael, come. Fill me full of your white-hot cream. I want it, I want it."
"Uhhhhh ..." he responded.
"I... can feel it... too," she muttered. "Yes, my wonderful son. I can feel the orgasm. Faster, faster..."
"Can't... uhhhh ... move any ... faster ... ohhhhh Goddddd! Here I commmmmmmme ..."
His body began twitching and jerking in all directions at once as his hips pumped high, firing wads of heavy white paste into his mother's tight pussy. She bounced and shuddered, feeling every pulsating shot splash into the depths of her sopping cunt.
"Coming ..." she screamed. "I'm ... com-mmmming ... commmmming ... commmmming ... eeeeaaaaaahhhhh ..."
She slammed her ass hard against his pelvis, making his tight balls bounce in their shrunken scrotum sac. He responded by ramming his own shooting cock higher into her simmering womb, firing a continuous stream of white sperm far up into her bubbling depths. Both gasped and puffed as they struggled, clinging tightly to one another as their orgasms completely overwhelmed them. For more than a minute each was as taut as a bowstring, simply pressing against the other's pelvis as their hands clung tightly to one another.
Peggy's lush body, with her full rounded tits, rubbed itself strongly against her son's hairy chest. She was sighing and whimpering all at once as she felt his strong cock slowly begin to soften.
"Oh, Michael, Michael," she whispered, "that was the best one we've ever had together. You are truly wonderful."
She rolled off her youngest son and lay face up, staring at the ceiling, not even noticing the crack through which Mary Jane was staring at her. Her eyes shone with the brilliance of total satisfaction.
My God' Mary Jane thought to herself. She loves it. She loves being fucked by her own son. And in a few minutes she's going to be fucked by another son, and yet another. And to her there's no shame. She feels nothing wrong. How could she? How could my own mother allow herself to be degraded by incest and lust?"
"Just a few minutes, Paul," Peggy was saying. "Just a few minutes to catch my breath, and we can begin."
"Sure thing, Ma," Paul replied, sitting back with an amused smirk on his face.
Hearing sounds coming from the master bedroom, Mary Jane moved her body until she could peer into that room. She saw her father and sister already in a torrid embrace, hugging and kissing. She saw her sister's hand reaching inside her own cunt and take out a large gob of lubricant which she smeared all over her father's rampant cock. She smeared it on every part of the solid cock, then coated his balls, as well. In the meantime, her father's fingers were playing with Abby's sopping pussylips, lightly running around the rim.
"Mmmmm," Abby muttered, taking her lips from her father's, "that feels so nice, daddy."
"Relax, lovely daughter," Farrar muttered. "Just relax. Keep those clinging lips nice and loose so I can slide in all the more easily. You have such a beautifully tight pussy, Abby. It's so lovely, if I didn't have a use for it right now, I'd just sit and stare at it. And every time I finger it I go crazy."
Mary Jane was trembling too, wondering just how much of a thrill her sister could get from feeling her father's fingers touch her open pussylips. She had fingered her own pussy once, and she hadn't had anything special from it. She stared at the way her father was gently touching the outer labia, working his fingertip up and down in Abby's juicing crack, watching the way the labia seemed to have a life of their own as they appeared to want to tighten and loosen their hold on his finger. Abby was already squirming, her tight buttocks resting next to her father's ass, humping forward and back in natural movements.
"Mmmmm," Abby muttered, "that feels so good, Daddy. You really know how to make me feel good in there."
Reaching out, Farrar grabbed a pillow, and when Abby lifted her ass, he stuffed it under her, tilting her pussy up toward him.
"Stay calm, you beautiful girl," he muttered. "Stay nice and calm and let me slide it all the way into you."
"Yes, Father," Abby sighed. "I want all of it, right up to the hilt. I want to feel your pubic hairs tickle my pussylips. All the way in."
"That's where it's going," her father assured her. "All the way in."
Abby lay back on the bed, her ass raised by the pillow, and Farrar hovered over her, aiming the swollen knob of his throbbing prick into the mushy center of her lightly distended cuntlips. Mary Jane, her hands still holding her own breasts, felt her heart thud in her chest as she watched her father push carefully, gently forcing the knobby tip into her sister's sopping slit. She could see Abby's pussy was much smaller and tighter than Peggy's. Not that Peggy's was loose or overlarge, but Abby's was exceedingly tight and narrow. It made her wonder about her own cunt.
She stared as the blunted point of her father's cock began parting the slick lips of her sister's slender, sucking hole.
"Oh, yes, Daddy," Abby muttered. "Oh, yes, I can feel it starting to slide in. It feels so wonderfully big and good."
Farrar was shoving steadily and strongly now. The flanged glans penetrated her cunt, forcing the sticky labia to open wide and gobble it in. Abby moved her butt around, doing her best to draw him into her, her hands all but grabbing his ass as she tried to literally tug him into her. Her nipples were hard pebbles, cutting and scratching his chest as he pressed against her.
To Mary Jane the sight was incredible. Her father's rigid tool, which had appeared much too big to fit into Abby's mouth earlier, had gone in with ease. Now it was sliding into Abby's cunt which was a much tighter hole. She was panting with her sister, almost feeling the thick, meaty schvance as it moved into her sister as if it were actually moving into her.
"All the way in," Abby begged. "Come on, Daddy. All the way in."
Farrar pushed a little harder, pushing his meat a bit more deeply into his daughter's seething pussy, spreading the tight, wet labia a bit wider, ramming his solid gristle between them. Mary Jane felt sympathetic pains as the cock pushed farther into Abby's steaming slot. But Abby was feeling no pain; only pleasure. How could any pussy hold such a thick piece of meat? Mary Jane wondered. She watched her father strain to shove his strong cock a little deeper, hearing her sister sigh with rapture. She watched her father balance himself on his knees as he reached down and grabbed a handful of asscheeks on each side and pull her body toward his, powering his mighty tool deeper and deeper. And then his rigid wand slammed in to its utmost, right up to the hairy, dangling balls. They slammed into his daughter's perineum as both father and offspring sighed with ecstasy. Mary Jane could see the shudders moving through the two of them and wondered how they could enjoy themselves so much, steeped in sin as they were.
She stared as her father simply pressed his mighty dong as far into Abby's pussy as it would go and grind it around and around inside, enjoying the thrill of its squeezing, practiced grip, causing static to shoot through his body, thrilling to the wonderful silken caress of her inner tunnel; the lubricated satin surrounding his prong with love and adoration.
Then, very slowly, he began backing out, carefully, easily, in spite of Abby's literally fighting with all her vaginal muscles to keep it locked inside her. She heaved upward ramming her pelvis toward him as she took her entire weight on her heels and shoulders.
"Don't pull it out, daddy," she begged. "Don't let me lose that wonderful feeling. I love the way it fills me and makes me feel so complete. To think I was once a part of you, and now I've come back to be a part of you all over again."
Mary Jane watched as her father paused for an instant, then tightened his ass and shoved his long impaler home again, ramming it far into the squeezing, sucking pussy, then drawing it back as Abby automatically responded by backing away herself. And then the regular rhythm began, back and forth, back and forth, with the mighty prod easing its way in and out with loud, squishy sounds.
Remembering how quickly Michael had shot once he'd had his cock planted inside his mother's tight quim, Mary Jane wondered how her father managed to control himself for so long. She knew her sister's clinging pussy must be hotter, stickier, and pulling with greater friction, yet her daddy just kept pumping with strong, solid, regular strokes. It was Abby who was going to come first.
"Oh, yes, Daddy," she screeched. "Oh, yes, fuck me, fuck me, just keeping that wonderful stick pumping. I can feel it coming from deep down inside. Don't slow down now."
"Don't... uhhhh... worry," she was assured by her father as he continued slamming his prong in and out with all his strength. "I'm going to make my wonderful -daughter enjoy herself as she always does."
"Don't come first," she begged.
"After the way you sucked me off earlier today, there's no ... uhhhh ... danger of ... oooooh ... that," he assured her.
Her body began to stiffen even more, and Mary Jane wondered whether her sister was tightening up from pain. She couldn't conceive of anything so pleasurable it would cause the entire body to become so rigid.
"Heeeeere I commmme ... uggguughhhhhh!" she squealed and then grunted, and then she was thrashing wildly from side to side as her father's weighty cock continued churning in and out.
The pressure of her cuntwalls on his cock became too much, and soon Hezekiah Farrar felt his own orgasm start to build. His fingers squeezed his daughter's asscheeks and he bellowed a loud, "aaaaauuuuuugggghhhhh!" And then he was firing heavy blasts of creamy rope into his tender daughter's burning pussy, enhancing the feeling she, herself was receiving from her own orgasm. His sperm splashed itself heavily into the tight tunnel as his balls squeezed against the groin between his thighs as if in an effort to break out. And his balls continued pulsing as he blasted gouts of steaming come into her squeezing hole again and again, drenching his daughter's, sweet cunt.