Chapter 3
Mary Jane's mother was in the process of sucking on her middle son's cock as Mary Jane quietly slipped out of the attic and silently left the house by way of the back door. She ran blindly through the cold, wet night, tears streaming down her face.
It was horrible. It was absolutely nightmarish. And what made it all seem so much worse was the fact that they were all enjoying themselves. .
Was it really possible her grandmother was a part of all this as well? Was her mother really the result of the coupling of her father and his mother?
She had more than two hours before services were over. That was more than enough time to discover whether or not her grandmother was sleeping with her uncle Mike, for whom her third brother had been named.
As a little girl, she and her sister had played with the female daughters of their Uncle Mike; their cousins. Now Mary Jane wondered just how closely she was related to the two daughters of her uncle. He was supposedly married to Aunt Evelyn. Was Aunt Evelyn, who was much younger, than her (Mary Jane's) mother, the daughter of her grandmother, sired originally by Uncle Mike? If so, their branch of the Padramors were proving exceptionally strong. There hadn't been a death in the family as long as Mary Jane could remember. She recalled how many other families recorded deaths of infants at birth and hadn't been able to understand why the Padramor mortality rate was so high.
Now that she thought about it, she realized there were more Padramors with the Farrar name than any other family. There were at least three dozen Padramor families named Farrar. Mary Jane had wondered if most of the others were related to her. Now she knew. At least she thought she knew. She had to go to her uncle's house and make certain.
Her uncle lived ten minutes away from her house. She all but ran, reaching the farm cottage, similar to the one she lived in, in less than eight minutes. The cold weather was really giving her a chill. And the dampness wasn't helping.
No one on Bell's Landing locked their doors. It wasn't necessary. Honestly was one of the traits ingrained into all Padramors from birth.
Once she reached her uncle's house, Mary Jane moved quietly around to the side, trying to peer into the windows. But all the curtains had been drawn. Going to the back door, she opened it. It creaked a little, but not enough to be heard by anyone behind a closed door. Entering, she shut the door behind her. Her two female cousins would be at worship, so she didn't have to worry about running into either of them. Her only male cousin, Albert, a slimy weasel if ever there was one, was six months older than she, which meant he would be in the house with his mother, if everything was going on in this house as it was going on in her own house.
Moving toward the bedrooms, she noticed both doors were all but totally closed. Albert's bedroom was on her left as she moved down the little hallway, and when she peered through the crack in the door, she saw Aunt Evelyn dallying with her own son. It made Mary Jane wonder at the strength of maternal love. Her aunt's love had to be terribly strong, to love the pipe stem-thin imitation of a male known as Cousin Albert. The mere sight of him fully clothed was enough to create a nausea in Mary Jane. Looking at his naked body through the barely open door made her want to retch then and there. He was disgusting.
Bypassing Albert's room, she went to the door of the master bedroom. It, too, was open just a little bit. And her breath stuck in her throat as she peered inside. Her uncle and her grandmother were both totally undressed. He was lying back on the bed, and she was sitting on the edge, massaging his fully-erect cock. Her grandmother's fingers were lightly dancing over the phallic probe again and again, lightly tickling their way up and down the stolid shaft and caressing his testicles. Her uncle's eyes were shut. One of his arms was around his mother's torso with a breast cupped in the hand, his fingers pulling gently on the nipple.
As Mary Jane watched, she saw her grandmother's youthful face rest against her uncle's chest, her pink tongue reaching out and licking his nipple. Unconsciously she compared her uncle's penis to that of her brothers and father, and decided it was a tiny thing. Maybe that was why he'd sired such a scrawny-looking son. Nevertheless it was solid and erect. And her grandmother's silver head was now kissing its way down his body toward the solid pole. At the same time she let her tits rub their nipples along his belly as she raised a knee and brought it down on the other" side of her son's head. Mary Jane had to hold her breath, afraid the sound of her inhaling and exhaling would give her away. She watched as her grandmother's lips kissed their way light toward her uncle's pelvis. Mike was shivering with delightful anticipation as his mother's mouth began nipping at the fringe of brown hair covering his pelvis.
Mary Jane stood fascinated as her grandmother's tongue began lapping her uncle's pelvis, working through the matted growth of brown forest while her agile fingers continued teasing his nuts, stopping every now and again to tickle their way up the shaft and tease the swollen purple bulb, making it leak another colorless drop. Her hand grasped the hot tip of his throbbing cock and began smearing the liquid all over the phallic probe, lubricating it from top to bottom.
Stretching a bit more, she tugged the penis to one side, dipped her silver head down, and sucked one of his balls into her mouth. Mary Jane shivered as she saw her grandmother working the wrinkled sac with her lips and pressing the testicles with her tongue. The action was driving her uncle bananas. His hands were tightly gripping his mother's ass-cheeks as his head swiftly moved from side to side, kissing one thigh, and then the other.
How could she do such dirty things? Mary Jane wondered, staring as her grandmother sucked and lapped slowly, taking her time about enjoying everything, licking and lapping up and down the solid, meaty prick, slurping her tongue along the topside of it, sucking on the pulsating dome. She was building him higher and higher.
Then she began shaking her lower half, letting her mossy center press against his face.
"Eat it, my son," she whispered. "Eat it as only you can. Make me ascend to the heavens with your tongue. Do to my cunt that which I do to your cock. I love your wonderful staff, and enjoy kissing it, sucking it, tasting it, and giving you pleasure the entire time."
Her Uncle Mike's hands tightened in the rounded globes of his mother's ass, and with a deep, longing sigh, he sank his face into her sodden center, burying his mouth in the soft, liver-like flesh between her silver pubic curls.
"Uhhhh," the older woman sighed, feeling her son's mouth begin eating her pussy, and opening her lips wide, used them to completely surround the head of his prong, as her tongue began madly lapping.
Gripping his prick, she forced her mouth ever lower until she had engulfed the full hardness of him and her lips were kissing his balls and pelvis. She sucked strongly, then bobbed her head up, then down, then up, down, up, down, continually pressing her tongue around the sensitive glans.
Staring, Mary Jane put a hand to her throat, actually feeling the length of her uncle's obdurate prick as if it were in her own mouth rather than that of his mother's, her grandmother's.
Her grandmother's lips were sliding up and down, making the meaty probe in her mouth glisten wetly. At the same time she was wiggling her own pussy against her son's face, writhing as his tongue obviously made inroads into her seething center.
Her uncle began bouncing wildly on the bed as his mother's mouth continued sucking and chewing, sipping at the lubricant constantly pouring into her mouth. He groaned into the pussy he was lapping, and it was as if the soft hollowness inside echoed his sounds. Mary Jane saw his balls tighten and wiggle under her grandmother's expert touch, and then she saw the bottom of his cock actually pulsate as her grandmother's mouth rose to the top with her lips tightened around the glans. She realized her uncle was popping his wad as he bounced on the bed, pumping his prick ever higher, squirting the lubricious contents of his balls into her mouth. And her grandmother swallowed voraciously, just as she'd seen her sister swallowing the seed from her father's penis.
And then her grandmother's thighs tightened around her uncle's head as, with her mouth still locked on her uncle's withering cock, she began squirming and writhing, moving from one side to the other, squeezing his face tightly, making soft, almost sibilant moaning sounds with her lips still surrounding the grape-colored head of her uncle's lessening cock. Strong, muscular ripples showed in the tightening of her asscheeks as she stiffened and pressed her pussy deeply into his gobbling mouth.
Mary Jane couldn't stand to watch more. She had to get out before she was detected.
Silently, she eased her way down the tiny hal moved to the back door, and let herself out. On outside in the cold, damp, dark night, she ran toward the worship house. Tears flooded her eyes and ran down her cheeks as sobs came pouring from her throat
What kind of evil is this? she wondered. How had it been able to continue undetected all those years?
"God in Heaven," she whispered through her sobs. "Please show me the right way. How can I indulge in this terrible thing? I read where most of the world is happy. Where men and women who never knew one another meet, fall in love, and marry. Please let me find someone to love. I don't want to give my body to my father, nor do I want to bear any sons who will use me later. Please help me.
Stunned, completely at a loss as to what to do, she headed for the worship house. She wondered now if the prayer master, and his sister, the matron, were also sleeping together. Why not? It was happening with everyone else in Bell's Landing.
Marriage was a ceremony which allowed people to sleep together any night of the week. But without any kind of nuptial blessing, mothers and sons, and fathers and daughters were spending one night a week in copulation. It was every Friday night; holy night. Friday was their holy day, as well. It was the day everyone rested from his or her work. But this was only to be expected, because the tourists flooded in on Saturday and Sunday, and everyone in Bell's Landing had to do what they could to keep the tourists believing the Padramors were as simple as the Quakers in their beliefs. The only thing they couldn't hide was the electricity, but it proved to be a boon rather than a detriment. Because of electricity, they had been able to build the tourist lodge on the other side of the island, near the mountain. Tourist dollars in both Winter and Summer abetted what they earned from their farms and dairies.