Chapter 8
Mary had gone beyond the point of letting conscience interfere with her pleasure. The first fruit of her son's sexuality had been so sweet, she found herself yielding to temptation again and again. She and Robbie often stole moments together to explore further the developing flower of their passion. At times, they even risked discovery. But luck was with them. Their secret remained safe.
Though she was immersed in her affair with her fifteen-year-old son, Mary had lost none of her passion and affection for her husband. Their sex life too flourished, even though she noticed a slight tinge of jealousy in his voice when Robbie asked her how she was getting along with his dad.
"Now, Robbie, you know how it is between Dad and me. You've always known it. Our relationship really would be wrong if it got in the way of that." "I know, Mom. You're right." Despite herself, she felt a blush in her cheeks at the thought that her son was possessive enough to be jealous of his own father. Like any woman, Mary relished the thought of being first in the affections of two strong, desirable lovers. She felt like a girl again, a girl who has just discovered all the thrills of lovemaking. She was insatiable, with her husband and with her son.
If she had been forced to choose between them, she would have had difficulty. She loved her husband, but, oh, her kid! Mary was letting herself be greedy. She had discovered she could have both. She wanted to continue to have both, just as long as she possibly could. There was little logic left in her passion.
Mary was smug in the assurance that her husband did not suspect a thing, and she was right. It did not even occur to her to wonder about the other member of her family-her fourteen-year-old daughter. She thought of Darlene as a creature still sweet and pure. It did not enter her head that such a child might be worried about something like the sex life of her elders. Her obsession with her sort had blinded her to the fact that her daughter too was growing up.
Darlene had always looked up to her big brother. She had hung around him and his friends when they were young, like all little sisters. Only Robbie had not been like most big brothers. Instead of telling her to "get lost," he had been kind to her. He had included her in his activities any time she wanted to be included.
His consideration made him his sister's idol. Not one of the other boys she knew was as nice, or as handsome, or as understanding as her brother. She kept hoping to come across one who would be. She knew girls should not like their brothers best, but as she got older, the crush got stronger. Her brother became her ideal of what made a guy foxy-looking. She tried to include Robbie in her social life, but he was often reluctant. It made her unhappy to see him slipping away from her. But, being Darlene, she never let on to anyone that she was unhappy.
The girl had noticed that recently her brother was spending more and more time at home, helping out their mother. She grew jealous of the attention he gave their mother that she could not get for herself. Darlene had always known that her mother liked her brother best. It hurt to see the bond between them grow while the attachment bewteen her and her brother seemed to get weaker.
On a morning when Robbie pleaaed a sore throat and Mother told him to stay home, Darlene brooded all the way to school about the special attention her brother always got. It seemed to Darlene that, whenever she had a sore throat, her mother told her to go to school and see how she felt by the end of the day. It was true that the sore throat usually went away, but still it did not seem at all fair that Robbie should get a day off from school to make his sort throat go away.
She was less than a block from the schoolyard when Darlene made the first rebellious decision of her life. She was not going to be second-best any more, She was going to go back home and tell her mother she had a sore throat too. Her mother could not dare make her go back to school. That would be blatant favoritism. Her mother was more subtle than that.
Darlene took her time walking home. She was a little nervous about the reception she would get. Part of her suspected that she was acting like a baby. She should be above this kind of play for attention. Yet the girl realized she was not above it. She was doing it. She wanted to do it. This was the only way she could think of to let both her brother and her mother know she wanted to be special too.
"I'm just too cheerful all the time," she grumbled as she entered the driveway. "Nobody takes me seriously 'cause they think I'm the only one around who doesn't get upset about things. Maybe I should start being moody, like Robbie."
She was pondering the wisdom of that idea when she entered the kitchen. Her heart beat fast as she prepared to meet her mother. She tiptoed toward the living room. She stopped dead in her tracks as her eyes and ears absorbed the incredible scene taking place on the couch.
"Oh God, yes, Robbie darling! Like that! Oh yes. . . lick my clit, Robbie!"
For a minute Darlene was afraid she had just gone crazy. There was her mother, sitting on the couch naked, holding her pussy-lips apart while her son, Darlene's brother, licked her cunt! It was crazy, totally crazy! Yet her senses told her it was true. Her mother's moans struck her eardrums like the bugles of war. Despite herself, Darlene felt her young cunt throbbing with excitement. Yet her dominant sensation was rage, but an impotent rage!
All this time, she had been trying to suppress her baser instincts, to keep herself from longing for the kind of attention from her bropther that she knew would be incest.
Her mother obviously had had no such scruples. Her mother was committing her own brand of incest with the boy. She was doing it shamelessly, with her blonde head thrown back as she hurled encouragement at the equally blonde head lodged between her thighs! Her mother was getting her brother to eat her pussy!
Some cure for a sore throat! Darlene thought angrily.
Disturbed as she was by the depravity of what was going on, the girl could not force herself to leave the doorway, to abandon her mother and brother to their wanton behavior. She could not help being fascinated by the way her brother stuck out his tongue and twirled it around her mother's clitoris. Her mother's groans told her it felt good. The throbbing in her own aroused cunt made her long for the same kind of forbidden treatment from her handsome brother.
Darlene had been so shocked by the scene that greeted her in the family living room that it took time for her eyes to work down to the details of what she was seeing. She realized she had been purposefully avoiding looking at her brother's cock. He was naked too. His cock stood out stiff and swollen from his loins. He was excited by his lewd eating of his mother's wet pussy!
Darlene had never before seen a cock with a hard-on. She had looked at women's magazines with pictures of naked men, but none of those men ever had erections. She had not realized a cock could get as big as Robbie's cock was how. Though at first she had been shy of looking at it, she was now fascinated by the swaying hardness.
She knew that this stiff cock was designed to go up in a pussy, but she could not imagine taking anything so huge into her virginal cunt. Yet in her confused, aroused state, she felt her pussy pulse with longing. She realized she would like to try to fit her brother's cock into her cunt. She would like to feel him doing to her what he was doing to their mother. Her loins jerked spasmodically as she imagined her brother's tongue sweeping over her aroused clitoris. She tried to imagine her excitement at the height of his tonguing, at the moment when he would shove his big cock up inside her cunt.
The thought frightened her, but that did not stop her from thinking about it!
Anger was replaced by curiosity as the girl studied the voluptous scene in the living room like an obscene biology lesson. She forgot to feel resentful against her mother when she realized how beautiful the older woman looked, her head tossed back in ecstasy, her faced wreathed in an otherworldly smile. Mother had always just been Mother, the woman who made the beds, cooked the meals, did all the other things that made home comfortable. It was a shock to the girl to see her mother as an individual, a woman of needs and wants, a mewling, wanton woman with enough erotic energy to dare to take her son as a lover!
The thought occurred to the girl that maybe this was not the first time such a thing had happened between her mother and brother. And maybe her father had kept her brother home from school on purpose so they could while away the day in self-indulgent raptures. Darlene wondered what Daddy would think if he knew. She loved her father, but she didn't really understand him. She thought she knew enough, though, to predict that he would not be pleased.
Daddy doted on Mommy and he would probably not want to share her sexual talents with a precocious son!
The more the full impact of the forbidden situation in the next room hit home, the more excited the girl got. It was shocking, what was happening between Robbie and Mom, but it was thrilling too, Robbie's cock was so long and hard. It moved hypnotically as his head bobbed between her mother's thighs. The girl found it difficult to divide her attention between his swaying cock, his hardworking head, and the erotic look on her mother's face. Each scene of action held its own excitement. Each told a part of the story of the illicit passion between mother and son.
She watched her brother raise his head for a moment from Mother's cunt. When he spoke, his voice barely sounded like that of the brother she knew and loved. It sounded thick, distorted, urgent with lust. "Oh, Mom. . . it turns me on, doing this to you! I love eating your pussy!"
The older woman-sighed wantonly and drew the boy's head back to her cunt. "Oh, darling. . . you're doing such a good job, too! You're beautiful, Robbie! You make my pussy feel so fine!"
Again, the boy devoted himself to his slavish task. His whole body moved with the rhythm of his efforts. His cock bounced between his legs. As Darlene watched it, she imagined it to have a life ail its own, a lusty hungry-tool that sought out pleasure, and plundedred unsuspecting pussies with hard-filling ecstasy. The more she thought about taking a cock into her cunt, the less fear she felt, and the more excitement. She realized she wanted to be a part of pleasure like that which her mother and brother were sharing. She had known for a long time that she did not want to be a virgin anymore. Now she had a goal for the termination of her state of innocence.
She wanted her ibrother to do it for her. She wanted Robbie to break her hymen with his big, hard cock.
Her new resolve made moist juices flow from Darlene's pussy. Yet the idea quickly took back seat to the orgasms develping in the living room.
Her mother was in a state of mounting desperation. Her face was contorted with fierce longing as she held onto her son's face. "Oh, Robbie. . . do it for me, darling! Do it like that! Uh yeah, . . yeah Robbie. . . oh God-d-d, I'm-m-m cummm-ing-g-g!"
Darlene marveled at the way her brother managed to keep his face glued to Mother's cunt through all the writhing and grinding of her climax. But when Mom collapsed back against the couch, panting in the aftermath of ecstasy, Robbie's face was still where it had been at the start. His head was moving only intermittently now. Darlene made the connection between the odd bob of his head and Mother's groans. He was still tonguing her, but only enough to intensify the joy she was already experiencing.
"Robbie. ... Robbie you're wonderful. . . oh darling. . . "
Darlene was still a captive audienced, crouched outside the living room doorway. She looked anxiously to his loins to be sure Robbie's cock was still hard and ready. She was looking forward to watching him screw Mother. She wanted to watch another woman take his big cock. She needed the reassurance that it could be done. If her'mother could take all that massive cock, then she could too.
"Robbie darling. . . would you get me a glass of water? I'm awful thirsty."
That was Darlene's cue to run for the hills. She was in the kitchen, and did not want to be discovered spying on her relatives' perversion. She needed to think about it, to think about how she could make her own depraved longings come true.
She was disappointed that she was going to miss the rest of the action, but it was a more cheerful Darlene who headed back to school than the one who had left home that morning. She was no longer distressed that her brother was paying more attention to her mother than he was to her. She knew now just how intense the relationship between her mother and her brother was. But that very relationship was going to be the key to Darlene's own sexual future.
The cheerful brunette was not above using a little blackmail to get what she wanted from the person she adored most in the whole world: her handsome, sexy big brother!