Chapter 5
May had gone directly to the arms of her brother. She thought it was about time they got to know each other by touch, and not by long distance through a keyhole.
Ralphie had awakened with a start when he saw the slight form of his sister slip into the darkened bedroom.
"What? Mom? Sis? Who is it?" He tried to sit up but couldn't.
He was too exhausted from the sexual round with his mother. She'd taken a lot out of him.
Of course, he was young and energetic, and although he was not practiced and came very quickly, Mom had made him repeat himself four times, until she was satiated.
That was why he was not extraordinarily pleased when he saw his sister.
"Don't get me wrong," he began mumbling as she slipped under the sheet beside him, "I'd love to ball you, Sis, but now is not the time. You know who was just here? Mom ... "
May silenced him with a kiss. All his protests were in vain. She slipped a hand to his groin and began massaging his tired, slack prick. And with true adolescent vigor, it began raising its sleepy head.
Ralphie was horrified. Such proof of his virility was very ill-timed. He wished it would collapse. He wished someone would let the air out of his erection. He did not want to have to follow through. He did not want to go through with it.
But soon, he changed his mind. His sister May, his inexperienced, pubescent sister, was tonguing wetly between his lips. Her hand was jacking him skillfully. Her petite, slender form was pressed warmly and sweatily against him. How could a young boy resist? How could a sex maniac like Ralphie resist the ardent seduction of his younger sister?
He couldn't. He just lay back and enjoyed it. He studied the ceiling while she got on top of him, lowering herself down on his stiff cock.
Her cunt lips opened with the help of a little prodding from her own fingers. She lubricated herself with her cuntal juices and also with what remained of her father's jism.
Together with Ralphie's own preseminal juices, she was very wet, very lubricated indeed. Her brother's cock slipped right in. She lowered herself all the way down on him and felt her brother's cock deep inside her cunt.
"Ohhhhh, Ralphie, honey, baby, oh, that feels so damn good." May held herself aloft by pressing down on his muscular chest and shoulders.
"Don't swear, May, it isn't nice," said her brother. He didn't like to see his sweet little sister swear.
"Well, you do it, Ralphie," she protested, opening her eyes, ready for a fight, even in the midst of fucking.
"It's not the same thing," he said. "It's not the same thing when a man swears."
"You aren't a man," said May. "You're only fourteen."
"Oh, May, stop it," he said, and pushed her off of him.
"Ralphie, don't, don't do that. I'm sorry." She groped for position again, careful to place her little hand right over his cock to help persuade him. She quickly renewed his erection by jacking him skillfully till he was moaning with pleasure and begging for her to mount him again.
"Oh, yes, Ralphie," said May, and she let him pull her back on him again, which was right where she wanted to be.
Then she thrust herself up and down on his tool. She rotated her hips around and around to get the full measure of his cock's width. He forgave her.
She let him plow in and out of her. She closed her eyes and moaned in pleasure. She felt the fleshy muscle of his dick wedged deep inside her pussy and she didn't want to let her brother's fine cock escape her again.
"Oh, Sis, that feels terrific," said Ralphie, who looked like he would burst a blood vessel if he couldn't come pretty soon. "Oh, Sis, I can't hold it back. Here it comes! Here I come!"
And with that he spurted a huge wad of semen way up into her cunt. May felt the gush of liquid pour deep inside her. "Nghnghngh," he moaned, trembling and shaking.
Before he could collapse, she humped herself on his big cock, bringing herself off swiftly.
"Ohhhhhhhhh," she moaned, giggling and laughing with the intense pleasure and overwhelming relief that washed through her.
When it was over, she rolled off of him, but still kept him close to her. She knew how nice it was to have a man's body, strong and muscled, pressing her own, right after sex.
"Oh, Ralphie," she said dreamily, her mouth half-buried in his bicep, "that was terrific. You're terrific. You're getting to be a man."
"Well, thanks, May," said Ralphie.
He felt completely, totally and utterly depleted. He felt he could never fuck again. Ever. He was so empty of jism, it wasn't funny. All he wanted to do was sleep.
But he didn't tell May that. He let her think that his manhood was not in jeopardy. He only hoped she wouldn't suggest another round and force him to undo the good he'd done. For his reputation would certainly decline, in May's eyes.
But as it was, May was satisfied. The little thirteen-year-old girl, who had been a virgin only yesterday, had now, in three short hours, had sex three times and masturbated twice. That would do her for a spell.
She curled up in her brother's arms and slept alongside him. When her mother called her an hour later to do her homework, she forced herself to get up out of bed and stagger off to her own bedroom.
That way, Dorothy wouldn't know where she'd been. Her mother found her with her head down on the paper she was supposed to be writing for health class.
"Sweetie, wake up," her mother called to her, putting a robed arm around her.
"Oh, Mom, hi, mmm, this is so boring."
"I know, sweetie, after all the action you saw today. But we must be realistic. Tomorrow, when your teacher asks for your homework, you'll wish you'd done it."
May looked up at her mother in amazement. "Mom, why are you so nice?"
"Oh, honey, I've been thinking. Your father and I have talked this whole family affair over. In bed, of course. And we've come to the conclusion that the family that plays together, stays together."
"Oh, Mom, I don't know. Really?" May didn't quite trust her mother's conclusion. After all, she'd seen her a raving maniac twice earlier that afternoon.
"Yes," said her mother firmly, as if it had all been decided. The sudden laxness frightened May.
She wondered if they were going to take the fun out of it. If she could hop into her father's or her brother's bed any time she wanted, and her mother not only didn't care, but encouraged such promiscuity, it took the excitement away.
"Mom, do you know where I've just been?" said May, anxious to confess her relations with her brother.
"I know. In bed with Ralphie."
"How did you know?" cried May, flabbergasted.
"I heard you two in there," laughed her mother. "And I put two and two together." Dorothy looked five years younger. And she looked at peace with herself.
Well, if that's what sex did for you, thought May, maybe it was okay. "Yeah," said May. "It was nice with Ralphie. But you kinda wore him out, Ma. You didn't leave much for me!"
"I sort of had that impression, May dear," said her mother, caressing her- young, pretty daughter's soft cheek.
May felt a sudden fear. "Ma, I gotta do my homework."
"Get up, child," said her mother, "and come over her a minute." She drew her young daughter up to a standing position and led her to the bed. She sat her down next to her and took her daughter's hand in her motherly one. "You're such a sweet girl, May, I wanted to tell you what your father and I decided."
"What, Ma?" said May, looking at her mother questioningly. Dorothy was rubbing her daughter's soft skin, all up and down her arm. It felt good and sent tingles through her body.
"Your father and I have slept together for the last time."
"What?" asked May incredulously.
"Yes," said Dorothy, leaning to peck the soft cheek of her young daughter. "We decided to get to know you children very well. We want to have-very close relationships with our teenagers. We feel we can best guide them that way."
May didn't quite understand what she was talking about
"Well, I'm going to spend the nights with Ralphie, and your father wants to sleep every night with you. How about it?"
"Ma, when am I going to do my homework?" May was suddenly protesting this new arrangement. She wanted it to be voluntary, not a nightly event established by edict. Why were adults always institutionalizing everything?
"Honey, I don't understand you at all. I'm allowing you to do what I forbade you to do this afternoon, and now you don't like it." Her mother got up angrily and started pacing the floor. "Kids! What a pain in the ass. I don't understand them at all. After all the pains I've taken with you and Ralphie, giving you children the best years of my life, this is what I get, a crock-"
"Ma, Ma, don't say that," said May, remembering Ralphie's words to her when she had sworn. "It's not nice."
Dorothy shook her head. "I don't understand it. Roger and I talk it over, all very sanely, all very adultlike, thinking you would be very pleased, and now you aren't. It just doesn't make sense."
"Aw, Ma, I'm sorry," said May, grabbing her mother's hand and pulling her back down beside her. "I'm sorry." She did feel sorry for her mother. Things were always confusing to parents. May couldn't help it. She couldn't explain things to her. She couldn't explain the way things were. They just were!
She hugged her mom, pressing her small bosom to Dorothy's larger one. Gee, it felt so good to touch a woman, a soft woman. So different from touching a man who was all hardness and muscle and power. Nice in the long run, but hugging a woman, hugging her mother, was a pleasant change from the routine.
"Kiss my breast, May," said Dorothy suddenly and very seriously. "Suck on my tit."
"Mother!" exclaimed May, shocked. She hadn't meant anything sexual. As she looked at her mother, astounded, Dorothy's face came closer and closer to her own.
Suddenly May felt her mother's soft lips on her own and she meant to pull away, but she didn't. She just let her mother kiss her long and affectionately.
She didn't tongue her or anything like that. She merely let her lips touch softly on May's own. Never, never, had May received such a sweet kiss as that one.
Her mother's lips moved slightly, rhythmically, in tiny sucking motions. Just enough to stimulate May's lips and bring the blood rushing to them.
Then her mother pulled away. May quieted. The kiss acted like a tranquilizer on her.
"Ma-" May started to say softly, but her mother pressed a finger gently across her lips so she wouldn't speak.
"It's okay," said her mother quietly. "Darling May, I know what happened. I know how you feel. I feel the same way."
"Oh, Ma-" May started to say again, but her words caught in her throat, especially when her mother began undoing the sash on May's robe, and sliding her hand along her skin till it found and rested on what she'd been looking for.
Dorothy fingered her daughter's sweet tit and rubbed the perky little nipple over the softly rising mound of her breast. "What a nice little breast you have, child," said her mother.
May was speechless. Nothing like that had ever happened to her before. She felt an overwhelming tightening in her crotch, a funny surge of blood there, and an incredible fatigue, all at once. Suddenly she wanted to lie down. It was hard to take.
She lay back on the bed, trying to focus her mind on what to do. But her mother was already removing the sash of May's robe and letting it fall open.
"May, oh, May, honey, you have such a lovely body," crooned Dorothy, studying her daughter's young form. "I was young and lovely like you once."
May's breath started coming in short gasps. Her chest was heaving. She didn't know what was happening to her. She couldn't speak. She allowed her mother to work her hand across her chest and shoulders, under her sensitive arms, in her armpits, and down her belly.
"Oh, Ma," May said again, trying to speak, but the words wouldn't come. Her groin and pelvis trembled as her mother's touch stimulated her skin, the sensitive skin of her belly. "Are you sure-"
"Shush, child," said her mother softly, placing a finger over her own lips and smiling gently down at her little child.
Dorothy rode her hands, her knowing, expert, motherly hands over her daughter's soft, curvy thighs. Her fingers probed the tender flesh of the inside of her legs. May shuddered.
What was going to happen? What was going to happen now? What was going to happen next? May was dizzy with long-repressed sexual feelings toward her mother, now rising up from every pressure point, from every nerve ending in her skin.
Suddenly Dorothy's fingers descended on her pussy and lodged there. It was too late. They passed over the pussy and inserted themselves in her already wet, steaming, aroused hole, prepared for this moment by May's father, and reinforced by her brother. And now Dorothy would reap more lovely benefits.
"Don't get me wrong, child, I'm not a Lesbian," said her mother. "Really. But just the sight of my lovely daughter turns me on. And you know, the magazines say that things are freer nowadays. More and more people are bisexual. Of course, I still love men best."
But her hands were sending little shocklets all through May's genitals, all through her nervous system. She was so aroused, she was almost in pain.
May started pressing her groin forward, her pelvis up, and her thighs apart. She couldn't help it. It was her instinctive, bodily response at that moment.
May was so aroused, she was fairly dripping into the mattress. The sheet was already wet under her.
All her mother had to do was insert two fingers deeply into May's little cunt hole, swollen with blood and hugely expanded with passion, and she practically came right then and there.
"Oh, Ma," moaned May, unable to hold back any longer and giving herself over to her passion. "OH, THAT FEELS SO GOOD!" And May closed her eyes and let the sexual tension pass back and forth in her body, ride up and down her legs, up and down her spine.
She now consciously thrust her pelvis up against her mother's fingers, humping herself on her mother's hand. And Dorothy, knowing all about female anatomy, helped her.
"Oh, Mom, bring me, please bring me," moaned May, crying out again and again, moaning with pleasure she had hardly known before.
"Oh, darling daughter, May, there's nothing I'd rather do right now than finger-fuck you to the bittersweet end."
And she did just that. In no time, she had May writhing on her two fingers and riding them high, pumping and humping and frigging herself on them till she cried out in passion and thrashed around till she fell exhausted and satisfied on the pillow.
"Aw, Ma, that was wonderful, super. I didn't know you could do all that." She was panting.
"Darling May," said her mother very seriously, "you see how close two people can be living together, and really not know each other at all? You see?"
"Oh, yes, Mom. That felt wonderful. Oh, your fingers up me was just like having a man's big prick up me!"
"Oh, May, thank you. That's the nicest thing you could have said."
"I'll do anything for you, Mom, anything," said May, still in the warm afterglow of ecstasy.
"Oh, May, that's wonderful for you to say that. Because I can think of something, something I'd like very much for you to do."
"Yes, Mom, what's that?" May drew her mother's fingers up to her mouth and began sucking on them. Her other hand went automatically to the tits that she had once suckled as a small baby. She pulled and pinched and squeezed her mother's breasts, just as she had a long, long time ago.
"Oh, May, that makes me feel so good. That makes me feel like a mother again, the mother of a small child."
"What else would you like me to do, Mother?" asked May.
"Your father told me you had a dildo. Is that right?" Her mother approached the subject cautiously.
"Yes, I do," said May, wondering what had happened to the fake prick since that afternoon, when that was all she had had at her disposal, before the two real cocks entered the picture.
She dropped her hands from her mother's soft body and leaned over the edge of the bed. "There it is," she said, pointing under the bed to the dusty floor. "In all that dust. I must have dropped it when Daddy came in and surprised me. And he probably accidentally kicked it under there."
"Knowing him, he probably threw it under there," said her Mother drily, "he was so anxious to show his darling daughter the real McCoy. But I'm not bitter any more. Strange and wonderful things are going to transpire in this family from now on. Give me that dick."
She reached out and took it from May, who righted herself again. "It's a dirty thing," she said, brushing it off. “I don't want you to stick THAT up my twat. I'll go wash it."
"Ohhhhh," said May, the light dawning. "So THAT'S what you want me to do with it!" She smiled mysteriously. Visions of cunts began dancing in her head. She tried to envision her mother's sweet hole. But she couldn't.
Her mother returned from the bathroom, where she'd washed the mock dick, soaped and rinsed it, and even perfumed it, in preparation for its grand entrance up her cunt hole.
It was a ceremony May was only too glad to perform. She got up in preparation for the rites of mother-fucking and ordered her mom to lie down where she herself had lain.
Her mother was only too happy to comply. She didn't removed a stitch of clothing. She let May attend to all that.
May sat down on the bed beside her mother, like an attendant determined to respond to all the needs of her patient. To make things official and proper, May donned her own robe again. Then she removed the blue robe of her mother.
"Ohhhhhhh!" May gasped, seeing her mother's mature, curvaceous form appear. Her lovely mother was too beautiful for words.
She looked at the full breasts, the bushy, hairy cunt, and the firm, fleshy thighs.
"Oh, May, it really turns me on to see you looking at your old mother like that," laughed Dorothy, half embarrassed, her hand going immediately to her pussy and giving it a few satisfying swipes. It was juicing right under her daughter's watchful eye. She couldn't help herself. She didn't know that making love with her daughter could be so arousing. It was another one of those surprising things you learn in life.
"Let me do that for you," her daughter cautioned. All of a sudden, May became very adultlike. She took full and complete charge of the carnal satisfaction of her mother. She was very thoughtful. What would she do first?
She carefully surveyed the situation. She decided to go for those beautiful, inviting tits first. Her mother was only too eager.
"Here, child," her mother said when she saw May eyeing her unusually large tits. She cupped one and offered it to her daughter, as if she were offering her a drink.
May eagerly bent down to suck on the mammoth breast. She took it in both hands and sucked on the prominent nipple. She licked all over it and all around it.
She licked under the breast and over it. She nibbled on the nipple and sucked on it. Then she bit it, and Dorothy cried out in pain. "Oh, it's just like you bit me when you were a baby! This is so nostalgic for me, May, you have no idea!"
"When you fucked Ralphie just now, was that nostalgic, too, Mama?" May continued to nip and bite and suck on her mother's big tits.
"Oh, yes, heavens, yes!" responded her mother. "It's hard to believe I ever held HIM in my arms, brute that he is now. Of course, he was so big even then, Dr. Watson told me I'd given birth to a football player. Ha-ha! Isn't that funny, May?"
May didn't think that was very funny. But she did think that her and Ralphie sucking on Ma's tits again was exciting. She thought maybe she should bring Ralphie in, so they could each suck on a tit simultaneously. Now THAT would be a turn-on!
May lay down on top of her mom now, so she could better avail herself of both breasts. First she sucked on one. Then she sucked on the other.
"Ohhhhhhh, ahhhhhhh," moaned her mother, pushing her chest up hard. May sucked long on each one, making the big nipples even bigger and more erect.
The nipples glistened wetly when May pulled her mouth off of each one. Her mother was panting. "Where did you learn how to suck tits so nicely?" she asked sweetly, and laughed.
"Well, I have them too, you know," said May. She just wanted to get the job done. She didn't feel like any jokes or any more romantic nonsense.
Then she took to massaging her mom's tits. She rolled her hands all over them, pushing the muscled flesh from side to side, and up and down.
Her mother fell silent, and watched May work. Her little girl knew what she was doing.
Then May proceeded to lick her way down her mother's lovely figure. Dorothy gasped at what she thought she was going to do. The mixed pain/pleasure she felt in her belly and lower abdomen was the response she felt to the thought of being eaten out by her daughter. My, thought Dorothy, May was going to eat her out. May was going to give her head. She wished her husband and son were here to see the big event.
Her thighs parted. She practically did the splits so May could explore her every crook and cranny.
"Mmmmmmm," she moaned as May's tongue entered her pubic split. She tongued between the flavorful pussy lips and ran the length of it.
"Oh, Ma, you taste so good. I never knew women tasted so good in their pussies."
"Surely, May. And if you use the dildo, which I perfumed with your father's after-shave lotion, I’ll smell even better."
That was an idea, thought May. She picked up the dildo from the bedside table, where her mother had placed it.
She sniffed it. It DID smell nice. She aimed it like a rocket at her mother's cunt.
"Ohhhhhh, do, do!" begged Dorothy. "Give the countdown! Send it up!"
"Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one," counted May, "WHOOSH!" She made the dildo take off with its mock hairy base still intact. She flew it slowly through the air and made it land just inside her mother's very real, and very hairy pussy.
"Hrmmph!" said her mother, feeling the tip of the hard cock thud into her. "Ohhhhhh, go deep, May, go deep! Please!" Her mother reached for and grasped the mock cock, tugging it and pushing it into her cunt hole. "Oh, I need it there so, oh, it feels good!"
"Uh-uh, naughty, naughty, Mom. Mustn't do. This is MY ball game."
May was stern with her mother. She wanted to do everything herself. She took the dildo from her mother. Then she guided it into her mom's pussy lips.
"Ohhhhhh," moaned Dorothy, pulling her heels up to her ass, and spreading her thighs outward. "Oh, please," she begged, "do it some more!"
She thrust her pelvis up and swallowed nearly the entire dildo into her pussy hole. May watched it disappear inside her mother's hairy cunt in amazement.
It went in her with room to spare. If it weren't for the base of the dildo, it would have been lost inside.
May smiled and watched the dildo emerge dripping with thick, cuntal juices. She couldn't resist then, but bent down and sucked on her mother's pussy. Not gently, but really hard. She sucked so hard she made her mother come right away.
She whipped her tongue over and over her clit and prodded it into a throbbing, stiff erection. May sucked and sucked on the little bud till her mother was torn in half with ecstasy. As her mother screamed and began coming down from her high, May flicked her tongue in and out of her mother's gaping cunt hole, observing the spasms of the cunt walls in the throes of orgasm.
She rode her mother's coming to the bitter end. When her mother was nothing more than a pile of sighs and a pool of cunt juice, May rose from her pleasant task, exhausted. And she made her mother taste her own juices that still clung to the dildo.
"That's a gas," said Dorothy, licking the mock cock as though it were the real thing.
"You look funny with that in your mouth," laughed her young daughter. "Like I want to ask you, where's the man, what happened to the man that used to be attached to it?"
"I've got the best part, don't you think?" said her mom pleasantly. "At least, Xaviera would think so."
"Who's that?" asked May.
"I'll tell you some other time," said Dorothy, getting up. "Or ask your father when he arrives."