RGB 3

by Funtails

3 months later...

The bride wore red.

Glowing in her six-month pregnancy, Krista was clearly no virgin, so we were celebrating her fertility and the life growing within her. (Besides, she'd had already had her white dress day, a long time ago.)

I heard Billy gasp beside me when she first appeared at the top of the aisle, as the bridal march began to play.

The gown was slim and flowing, wrapped over the round bulge of Krista's baby bump. Her dark auburn hair was elegantly swooped up, showing the delicate curve of her neck above her bare, lightly-freckled shoulders.

She smiled, an expression of self-confidence and joy, as she glided toward us, arm-in-arm with her father. Blackmailed into being here, Fred Lewison was playing his part to the hilt as the proud daddy for Krista's sake. And say what you want about the bastard--and he was a bastard--but he was a devilishly handsome and refined old bastard with his wavy silver hair and dimpled chin.

"Oh, man, James, we are so lucky," said Billy, squeezing my hand with his little paw. He was in a white suit, his hair neat for once with a ton of glue from the hairdresser to keep it in place. He was no virgin either, of course, but he needed to have a 'white dress' moment in his life. I doubt anyone placed any significance on the color choice.

Hmm. Maybe Mr. Drake, who was grinning at me.

Billy and I watched his mother glide up the aisle and then join us in front of the priest.

There, in that sacred grove of gently swaying trees, with the gods of wind and sun and river smiling upon us, I married Krista--as her son and her family and our friends looked on. As the afternoon slipped into late summer evening, there was dining and dancing and drinking and speech-making.

Billy was the surprise hit of the evening, his speech full of wicked humor, charming elocution, and sincere love. And a few double entendres that only Krista and I would understand.

And the dances...The first dance between Krista and me was magic, her brown eyes sparkling, her hips swaying under my hands. Halfway through, I caught sight of Billy shifting from foot to foot at the side of the dance floor and I waved him over. He trotted to us with a comical grin while the audience roared approval. He hugged us both tight and we finished the dance as a slowly moving trio. (Or was that a quartet, considering the bride's pregnant belly?)

I danced with my mom of course, while Krista danced with her father. I could see them talking quite a bit, Krista smiling nervously while her father encircled her body low at the waist.

Then Krista's five sisters each took a turn with me. They were all wonderful of course. The youngest, Elsie, was a particular beauty at age eleven, with a knack for saying a lot while speaking only a little.

In the meantime, Krista danced with her two brothers and a few of her nephews.

Then Billy put on his silly grin again and made me dance with him in front of everyone, them thinking it was all a joke, he and I knowing there was a depth of feeling no other man and boy within a thousand miles was experiencing.

One of Billy's friends, a dark-haired boy with soulful eyes named Paul, used Billy's tactic of playing it off as a joke to demand a dance with me too. I obliged him and once the music started he pressed his face to my chest with a dreamy expression. I was glad to send him on his way at the end, uncomfortable with the erection he had caused in my pants as well as the way Mr. Drake and others were giving us puzzled looks.

Back to dancing with Krista!

Her father danced with Elsie, holding the young pre-teen in the same possessive grip he had used with Krista.

Mr. Drake danced with my mom. Krista's mom, Daisy, danced with the priest. Everyone danced the conga. The night bubbled joyfully along without a hiccup. I was especially happy to see Krista spending time with her nephews and nieces, whom she had never met before, thanks to her father disowning her.

At about ten, I led Billy back to the elevators and we rose to the top floor of the hotel. "I'm sorry about making you leave early," I told him with an arm around his shoulders.

"It's okay. I understand."

"We just need to make it look like you're spending the night alone so that--"

"I know. I told you. I understand."

We stepped out onto the corridor and kept walking. I looked him over and said, "By the way, your friend Paul, is he...? He seems rather, you know...?"

"What?" Billy looked at me with that handsome face, blond hair over blue eyes, a boy's face that was nonetheless older and wiser than when we first met.

"You two have a thing going?"

"No. I have you and Mom. I don't want anyone else. It's like asking me if I want a third arm."

"Oh." I swiped my room key, opening the door and walking in. Beyond the wide window was a dimly lit forest slope with a river and waterfall. The older resort building, the one with the water wheel, was perched on the shoulder of the waterfall.

We were in the new building, a modern architecture wonder which seemed made of glass walls that let you see everything outside. I turned back to Billy and asked, "So you've never been with anyone else? I always figured you and Mr. Drake had your own private arrangement during all those golf games."

"Nah. Even if I was up for it, I don't think he'd want to."

I made a quick check around the room, including the locks on all the connecting doors. "He's not into boys?"

"I'm sure he is." Billy looked at me with that more mature expression I'd been admiring earlier. "But I don't think he's ever actually been with a boy. It's like he's holding himself back out of fear or something."

"Can't blame him. Fear is why we're doing all this the roundabout way too."

I kissed him quickly on the lips and stroked the side of his head, saying, "I'll be back before you know it," then locked the door behind me.

Back on the ground floor, I heard the lord mayor of Notchville, Fred Lewison himself, speaking from around a deserted corner. I walked slowly towards his voice, listening.

"You were always my favorite. Elsie's come close. But you, Krista...you had this independence about you that I--"

"Daddy, that was a long time ago. All this stuff that's happened between us, there's a whole lot more important things to deal with."

He put on the voice of a seducer, projecting a confidence that was godlike and sensual. "Baby, you'll always be Daddy's girl to me and I--"

"Hey, Fred," I said jovially, stepping into the open. Inside, my heart was pounding. I had never been the most assertive person before meeting Krista and Billy, so being bold still took work.

"Uh, hi, James," he said, caught off-guard. But he quickly recovered his poise and added, "Helluva party, huh?"

Krista gave me a grateful look as I steered my father-in-law towards the terrace and she went to join her mother and sisters.

"You know, Fred, I have to say I misjudged you."

"Did you now?" He was still projecting seduction, working that skill that had won him a dozen elections.

"Yeah," I said. "You being the kind of man that cuts ties with his pregnant teenage daughter for the sake of his family values votes, I thought you'd fight me a bit, but you've held up your end of the bargain really well. When you gave your reception speech, you sounded genuine and--"

"I'm being genuine."

"I know," I said, smiling. "I heard. Which is why I've decided to keep a copy of the video."

"What?! You promised that if I came, you'd--"

"Relax, lord mayor. I'm not coming after your money or anything."

"What do you want?"

"Nothing, except you being a good dad to Krista--and nothing but a dad. Keep your distance and just do what the job requires. You let her hang out with her brothers and sisters again. You host a barbecue for the whole family at your mansion once in a while. You be a grandpa to Billy. Keep it all respectable. You're big on that, aren't you? Being respectable?"

"You are a first class sonuvabitch."

- - -

Krista and I made it to the honeymoon suite before midnight and I carried her across the threshold. I gave her a brief peck on the lips, but set her down quickly given her pregnancy.

"About time you guys got here," said Billy. He was standing in the neighboring room, just on the other side of the connecting door, looking annoyed. He was still in his suit I was surprised to see. Even his tie had not been loosened. There was the scent of the cologne he'd bought that week.

Krista said, "Hi, honey, sorry we're late," then started taking off her high-heels. I latched the main door behind us. "You not coming in?" I asked Billy, as he continued to lean on the doorway watching us.

"I'm waiting my turn for you to carry me across the threshold."

I reached over and grabbed his collar and hoisted him into the room. "There. You're across."

"Aw, James, honey," said Krista. "give him a good one."

I looked at the resentful expression on the boy and had to remind myself that he might act tougher and more confident these days, but he still had his self-esteem issues. I entered the side room and he bounced in behind me. With a quick turn, I scooped him up and faced his mother. She was giving us an adoring expression, her new wedding ring shining as she clutched her hands to her chest.

Just below my chin, Billy was looking up with a dreamy expression of seduction that would have been comical on any day but today. Instead, he looked serious and sincere and most of all he looked like he longed for me to kiss him. So I did. Softly at first, but then he tightened his hold on my neck and drew me down for a more intense pressing of lips and sliding of tongues. He was delicious and in this moment, knowing that I really was carrying a boy into a honeymoon suite, it was enough to make me drunk with lust.

I took three steps effortlessly, finally breaking the liplock and setting him down next to his mom.

"I love you, Billy," I said to him, staring at his blue eyes.

"I love you too, James." He threw himself into hugging me. "So much."

Krista stroked the back of his head comfortingly until he leaned back and smiled. "You know, Billy," she said, "there's something we need to take care of before we go any further tonight."

"I already brushed my teeth. Twice."

I took his hand and lead him over to the foot of the bed. "Your mother and I are serious, Billy." Krista and I stood facing each other and held our right hands in front of Billy.

"See these rings?" his mother asked.

"Yeah."

"They're a symbol of how much James and I care for each other and how we're dedicating our lives to each other."

I put my hand in my left coat pocket and said, "But they don't tell the whole story. It's three of us in this together." Bringing up my hand, I flipped open the velvet box I'd removed and showed Billy the gold ring it held.

"Oh, wow."

"It's just for tonight," said Krista, lifting the ring out, "because we want you to know from the start that you're equal in this, but we'll have to keep it in storage for a while after."

"That's okay," Billy shrugged. Then he brightened. "Or maybe I can wear it on a necklace."

"That might work," said his mother, still not sure how much of our secret that would risk.

"Put your hand over us," I said.

He did, his warm fingers wrapping nervously around ours. Krista and I both held the ring and slid it along his delicate finger until it was seated securely. Perfect fit.

Billy looked down at the ring like he was mesmerized. After a while, he looked up and realized we were looking at him funny. "What?" he asked.

"Don't you want to do something else now?" his mom asked pointedly.

Billy looked back down at the ring and back up, still puzzled.

I smiled and intoned officiously, "You may now kiss the bride."

"Oh right. Sorry, Mom." He wrapped his arms around Krista then stretched his neck up and smooched her noisily. Then he looked back up and said, "James, help me lean her over so I can lay it on her good."

I laughed and obliged--keeping Krista safe from falling as her son gave her a swooping, bent-over-backward kiss.

She came up a minute later with her hair a little disheveled, breathing hard. "Wow, Billy, that was a good one. You really know how to treat a girl."

"He learned from me," I said. "See?" I gave Billy, the leaned-back kiss treatment, swirling my tongue against his in his wet and warm mouth. Then I set him upright and nodded to Krista. Time for our plan. While Billy was still oohing unsteadily about his kiss, she and I knelt on either side of his legs and began unbuttoning his fly. His pants even smelled new.

"Hey!"

"Just relax," his mom said. "We're in charge."

"No problem."

We slid his dress pants down easily, his new belt making a chime as it hit the floor. Then we yanked his briefs off, leaving his erect little boy cock bobbing about. Krista corralled it with her lips and gently slurped on it.

Again, Billy oohed.

I slid a palm up the back of his thigh and kissed his hip. My hand cupped a smooth butt cheek and squeezed. He bumped against his mother's sucking mouth and groaned. She put a hand up to keep him still while she bobbed gently up and down on his little staff.

I curled a finger around his cheek to his hole and tapped it. He wriggled and Krista backed away and looked up at him with a stern, motherly expression. "Keep still. I'm trying to suck your cock here."

"But James is playing with my butt hole."

"Ah." She smiled.

I leaned over and kissed her, Then we each placed out lips at the side of our son's cock head and continued kissing as best as we could, lips and tongues brushing against each other and Billy's cock. Gradually, I took all of his morsel of cock in my mouth and Krista stood and kissed Billy on the lips while she finished undressing him. She shucked his white jacket and then his bow tie and shirt, revealing his perfect little slim body.

I stroked his sides admiringly as I continued sucking on his sweet boy dick. Billy's hand came down and grasped my hair, his tightening fingers attesting to his rising excitement. Krista joined me to continue our kiss/suck on Billy's tender cock. The boy dropped his other hand to her hair, stroking it. He petted us both as we looked after him with our tongues and lips.

After a couple of minutes, Krista pulled back and nodded mischievously at me. We stood suddenly.

"Wait," said Billy, "what's--"

We each grabbed an elbow and a thigh and tossed him onto the bed. He sputtered and squealed. Leaving him no time to catch his breath, we pounced on him, kissing his lips in turn as we jointly stroked his little cock. He moaned his appreciation into our mouths, arching his back on the mattress.

'How odd,' I thought, watching Krista take a turn to make out with Billy while I stroked him, 'She and I got married, yet the only one naked is her son, between us.'

Krista looked up and seemed to understand what I had been thinking because she pulled back and signaled me to help. I tapped Billy on the arm and got him to join me. We were almost solemn, aware of how big a moment this was as we unzipped the red gown in the back and slipped it down Krista's smooth shoulders and her round belly. Her heavier than normal breasts were decorated with red too--a satin bra that made my mouth water at the thought of sucking on her boobs.

Then we got her all naked and saw that she was wearing matching red panties. Crotchless ones. Her glistening pussy lips were giving off a musky scent. Billy's mouth was hanging open and I think he really was about to drool. But Krista pulled him out of his daze getting him to help undress me.

I wanted to just rip my tuxedo off, but they made me disrobe ceremoniously, like they were unwrapping a delicate present. I kind of liked that in the end, feeling like I was caught up in some larger moment.

While I was totally naked, Krista kept the red satin bra and crotchless panties on and we returned to rocking Billy's world, this time alternating kissing and blowjobs. At one point we tried a three-way kiss, something we had been trying to perfect over the last few months, but while it was fun and slobbery, getting it right was still beyond us.

But there was a great feeling of connection for both of us to this young boy. And he felt it too, judging by the look of awe in his eyes.

"I love you guys," he said breathlessly.

"We love you too, honey," his mother said, hugging him. Then, without letting go, she rolled back, pulling him on top of her. He kissed her as he squeezed her breasts with both hands, popping them out of the bra.

"Neat trick," I said, removing the bra entirely while he moved to sucking on the swollen maternal mammaries. I stroked his smooth back and the rise of his bubble butt. "You ready to make love to your mother?"

He looked up at me and then he looked at his mother and asked, "I get to go first? What about James?"

"There's no first or second anymore," Krista said. "There's just us sharing what we have."

That was a bit of a lie of course. First and second were most definitely still important. That was why we were making sure Billy got his dick in his mother before me tonight. So he wouldn't feel secondary in all this. Billy raised up a bit and looked down at where his hard cock was sliding against his mother's satin panties, just to the right of the heart-shaped opening that revealed her glistening pussy lips.

"Wow, Mom, you're so beautiful."

"Thanks, baby. Mommy is so happy you find her sexy. Why don't you stick that hard cock of yours in me?"

I reached between them, stroking Billy's hard shaft and then Krista's wet slit and her stiff little pleasure nub. I aimed the head of Billy's dick to the opening of his mother's pussy and waited. He pushed past my fingers with a longing moan, entering the same place he'd been born from.

For my part, I felt a strange mix of jealousy and awe watching this magical duo, my chosen mates. I was very fortunate that this sexy mother and son were in my life now. I watched them rise and fall together, quickly finding the best rhythm, the way experienced lovers do. Billy kept a steady pace as he kissed his mother and stroked her body from her thighs past her panty-clad waist to her heaving breasts. She had her arms wrapped around him protectively--nurturingly. I suspected that there was no longer any separation in Krista's mind between being Billy's mother and being his lover (and now wife).

I moved around to settle doggy style over Billy. My steel-hard cock slid along the valley of his butt cheeks as he bumped backward against me while fucking his mother. I held him still by one hip and placed my swollen head at his tiny pucker. Krista shook herself out of her sexual daze when Billy went still and she looked up at me and smiled.

Billy stiffened in anticipation and then I slid easily into his well-lubed hole. His body went rigid for a second and then he breathed out and went limp over Krista. She stroked his hair and neck as I pressed myself all the way into his warm, welcoming ass.

I set the pace, fucking into the boy as he lay pliant between me and his mother, his body pressing into her whenever mine pressed into his. It was like I was making love to them both at once. I covered his smooth back in my larger body nibbling at his ear and breathing deeply. With my weight pressing onto the two beautiful beings under me, I lifted my hands to Krista's bosom, intertwining my fingers with Billy's so that we caressed his mother's swollen breasts together.

Krista reached up and stroked my head and my neck as she kissed Billy full on the lips. I nuzzled the tender area behind the boy's ear as I hunched over him. When her legs locked around my thighs, I knew Krista was ready.

"Fuck your mother, Billy." I slapped his ass lightly. "She's almost there. Give her what she needs."

Billy tightened his body as he took back control of the action. Now I was the one who went loose, gently holding position in him as he steadily pistoned into Krista, rubbing his shaft against her special spot with skill and control beyond his tender years.

I felt so proud of Billy as Krista moaned out in her ecstasy, brought to orgasm by her son's incestuous cock in her pussy. She grabbed his head and pulled him down for a flurry of passionate kisses and I raised my torso upright to watch them get lost in each other. And to get a better angle for fucking Billy's tight butt.

With a firm grip on his hips, I took long, deep strokes, going slow so that he could feel every little slide and stretch as I invaded his channel. He squirmed and moaned, his own strokes becoming erratic as the feelings overpowered him.

"Is James hitting that ass good, baby?" Krista asked.

"Oh yes, Mom, he's doing it perfect. I feel so full and..." He sighed out a long 'oooooh,' as I settled my next stroke extra deep in him, punctuating it with a hip shake that I knew would send ripples up and down his body.

Krista reached up and put her hands over mine where I was tightening my hold on her son's hip. She squeezed my hands and said, "Fuck my boy good, James. Give him that big cock."

I didn't hurry, carefully keeping with what was working. Billy was moaning louder and louder as I stroked his tender hole, driving him wild. The orgasm building in him overflowed and he shook as he drove his dick into his mother.

Krista encouraged him with, "Oh yes, baby, fuck Mommy. Cum in Mommy. Show Mommy how much you love her."

His voice strained as he finished in her, saying, "I love you, Mom, I love you. I love you."

His anal ring squeezed me as he came and I joined him in climax. I grunted as I leaned down and gripped Krista's shoulders. She grabbed my bucking hips as I fucked Billy's little hole. Billy had gone limp, his head hanging over his mother's shoulder and resting on the pillow. Krista reached up and stroked my neck and we kissed as I shot spurts of hot cum out of my throbbing cock and into her son's willing and eager ass.

As I slowed my pumping, my breathing hard, Billy came back to life, nudging my head out of the way so he could kiss his mother. I pulled gently out of him and we each rolled off of Krista. She took turns kissing us then she reached down to our crotches. The air was thick with the smell of sweat and sex. She said, "Two wet, soft cocks. Looks like my work is done."

Billy giggled and said, "Not the way James gets horny. He's worse than a dog. He'll be hard again in--"

"Me? You're worse than a goat," I said. "You went three times without even getting soft when we were camping."

"Fresh air is good for blood flow."

Krista started stroking our slick shafts and said, "You both better be right about how quick you can get it up again, because I'm still in need of some fucking."

"Yes, my love," I said pecking her cheek. "We shall endeavor to--"

Billy's stomach growled.

His mother and I looked at him in disbelief.

"What?" he asked.

I pointed at his belly. "Didn't you just eat?"

"Yeah. So what?"

"So why--"

Krista sat up and tapped me on the shoulder. "Don't fight it," she said. "Let's order up some food."

"Pizza," said Billy.

"No," I said. "Something grown-up. See if they have chicken nuggets."

"Chicken nuggets are grown-up?" Krista asked as she dialed.

"Yeah, James," teased Billy, "Pizza's more grown up than your chicken nuggets."

"Still more grown up than your nuggets," I said and then lunged at him and grabbed his little balls.

He squealed and knocked my hand away. I grabbed for him again. As we wrestled, I heard Krista say to herself, "God, I married two children, not one."

Being the mature one, Krista had her mother send up some leftovers from the wedding reception--which was still going downstairs with a few alcoholics, some dance-aholics and relatives making the most of the chance to catch up. "Faster than waiting for room service," Krista explained.

Wearing robes, the three of us were soon on the balcony's love seat, eating our midnight snack. By the low grumble of the waterfall under the starry sky, we fed each other bits of lobster and glazed chicken with our fingers, cleaning each other up with our tongues.

Then it was time for the main event.

I had a pocket projector which hooked up to my tablet wirelessly. It didn't cast as large an image as the setup back home, but the RGB picture was plenty big for my needs tonight. Krista watched with trepidation as I set it up so that it projected a waiting video player onto the blank space between two paintings of Italian villas to the side of the bed.

She said, "I didn't think there were any more videos of me left for you to find. I can't remember how many I made, but--"

"Took me a lot of work to track this one down. Had to use my computer hacking skills. It's a special limited edition. Very rare."

Billy had tossed his robe aside and sat on the bed pumping his hard little cock.

I said to him, "You're supposed to jack off to the porn after it starts."

"I'm too excited. You always get great videos. Is it a gang bang?" He mmm'd and licked his lips. "I love watching Mom get gang banged."

Krista drew her robe tighter around her neck. These movie nights were always embarrassing for her, but I knew she was also getting wet under that robe because the shame turned her on. I tossed the tablet over to Billy and said, "Count to twenty, then press play."

Krista looked briefly up and then down again as I walked over to where she was standing. I said, "Honey, we're married now. We're going to have a baby." I stroked her large stomach. "Billy and I love you no matter what happened in your past. Hell, we love you more for it." She looked up at me and I kissed her nose and said, "Besides, we already saw the video of you and the two police dogs, what could be worse than that?"

She flinched then said, "I don't know. I'm sure you could find something."

The video started up. The grainy scene showed a house with wood-paneled walls decorated with framed paintings and thick carpeting.

Krista gasped. "James, no! How did--?"

I held her around the shoulders and guided her over to the bed, while she and Billy watched the screen.

The cameraman walks down the hall and through a white door into a girl's room awash with a wealth of fuzzy pink and blue décor.

"Yeah, Mom," says 13-year-old Jenny, "we're all waiting."

"Is that grandma with the flowers?" Billy asked.

"Yes," said Krista in a stunned voice, as I peeled her robe back uncovering her bare breasts. She was no longer wearing the crotchless panties, so her bare pussy came into view as I got her naked.

"Just lie back," I said to her. "Me and Billy are going to take care of you."

Krista takes the bouquet of roses. Her mother looks her up and down, making small adjustments to the gown she's wearing.

Both girls and their mother giggle at that and then Daisy Lewison puts some finishing touches on her little girl's makeup as she prepares her to be deflowered by her father.

"Wow," said Billy. "Your family is kind of fucked-up, Mom."

"And ours isn't?" I ask gently as I pull him near me on the bed. The three of us are kneeling, me behind Krista and Billy facing her. I nuzzle my wife's neck, inhaling her scent, and stroke her round belly and her swollen breasts. Billy joins me, his smaller, smoother hands grazing mine as he strokes his mother's body.

Billy said, "But fucking all your daughters? And making them get dressed up before you do it?"

"You got dressed up today and did something just as perverted." I lay on my back and pulled Krista down over me. Through the breast in my hand, I could feel her heart thumping as she watched the video in stunned silence.

Billy leaned down over his mother, also watching the video. "But this is different. Me, you and Mom...we kind of fell into this together. Grandpa, he--well, he-- it's different."

I knew what he meant. Fred Lewison is just so organized in his systematic molesting of his daughters.

Krista walks down the hall and into her parents' bedroom. Her two other big sisters are already there, one 14, the other 16. They've been through this before when they were ten too. Her 11-year-old brother is sitting to one side.

"Yes, she will serve you as you wish. Her body is strong, her mind is clear and her spirit is willing."

"What kind of sick woman gives her child over to a man like that?" I asked Krista, my fingers strumming her clit as she lay with her back against my chest.

She whimpered and gripped my forearms, knowing I was really talking about Billy. Her pussy juice was leaking down onto my hard cock as it nestled between her thighs. I caught glimpses of Billy's bright hair and mischievous eyes as he kissed her breast and 6-months-pregnant belly. He stroked my rigid cock a few times then slid his fingers to his mother's ass cleft.

Fred Lewison speaks to Krista. "My daughter, are you prepared to offer me, and your father above, all your bounty--your labor, your affection, your time and your body? To serve willingly and eagerly?"

When they finish, Krista's father tells her it's time to get undressed, but Krista makes sure to get them posed for the camera first. The flash goes off with them standing like a newlywed couple in front of the decorated bed where the father will fuck his daughter for the first time.

I lifted Krista's hair away from the side of her face and turned her to look at me. "Just ten years old and you're happily giving your virginity to your own father."

"You don't understand. He--"

"He forced you?" I eased a finger into her pussy opening.

"No."

"He threatened you?" I thumbed her clit as I stroked my finger in and out of her lips.

"No," she admitted with a gasping breath.

"You wanted it. You couldn't wait." Two fingers now. Billy had a couple in her ass as well. She squirmed in my arms, her back sweaty against my chest.

The two older sisters and their brother sit to the side, like spectators. Jenny with the camera circles slowly, getting every angle. As Krista stands still, watching her father with a sly, lusty smile, her mother takes the bouquet from her and places it into a vase at the bedside. Then Daisy unbuttons her young daughter's gown at the back and it drops to the floor. Krista's pre-pubescent form is revealed, clad only the white satin panties now. Her flat chest is bare, her skinny shoulder blades peek out from under her auburn hair.

Fred Lewison lets his daughter undress him. She unwraps the toga he wears and he is revealed to her, his hard cock standing upright like a thunderbolt at the ready. She kneels and takes the majestic organ into her mouth, clearly no novice in the art. Fred places a gentle hand on her head, ironically the most fatherly gesture he's made since the video started.

"Suck me, Billy," I said. "Your mom wants to see if her son can work a cock just as well as she could at your age."

Smiling, Billy dipped his head down between his mother's thighs and his expert lips took hold of my cock head, slurping and sucking. I took a sharp breath at the feeling of his warm, wet mouth and soaked up the sensation until my breathing calmed down.

"Is he doing it as good as you?" I asked Krista as we watched the video where she's blowing her father. "It's amazing how eager he is. How much he loves doing it for me. He's a little whore, like his mother."

Krista groaned and shivered as my words inflicted an erotic shame on her.

I continued playing with Krista's clit and eased a third finger into her as I said, "He's a whore because his mother was a whore. Poor kid never stood a chance, did he?"

Her opening spasmed. She couldn't help herself. Watching the old video of her father using her mouth while her son sucked me sent her into overdrive and she came, her slick body panting against me.

"You got her ass all loosened up?" I asked Billy.

"Yeah."

"Good. Put me in."

Two soft, small hands guided my shaft to Krista's waiting butthole. She tensed as her son rubbed the tip against her opening. She might have been an experienced porn star, but a cock in the ass was still a cock in the ass.

I held her waist and pushed up into Krista. She cried out as I pressed all the way in, her warm ass chute parting to let me in.

Shaking and labored breaths signal when Fred Lewison cums in his young daughter's mouth. She takes it bravely keeping her lips on his cock until he pulls out and sits on the bed. The camera comes close and Krista answers the implied question by opening her mouth to reveal it is full of pearly white fluid. She swallows it down, taking her time and then smiles at the camera before turning her happy face to her father.

Fred sinks his fatherly cock all the way, seeming to take forever as his cock is so long and because he takes his sweet time, mmmm-ing his pleasure. Krista's face shows alarm and disbelief and wonder as he fills her up. Her expression settles into dazed sexual stupor as her father fucks her.

"How did that feel? I asked Krista, slowly rocking my cock into her ass from below. "What was it like losing your virginity to your own father? Dirty? Sleazy?"

"Yes," she said, her body falling back against mine in surrender. "That and more. Like I was in my place. My father deserved to have all that power over me as far as I was concerned. He was the perfect man, he deserved to take whatever he wanted from me."

"And what about your son?" asked Billy leaning down with a beaming smile to kiss her--and shattering the submissive mood I was trying to create for Krista.

She giggled at his goofiness and brushed his hair from his forehead with gentle affection. "He's the best thing to ever happen to me. He deserves everything good in this world."

I stroked his shoulder in silent assurance.

"Good," he said, "cuz I'm horny and I want some of you." He knelt between his mother's thighs and eased his dick into her.

Krista arched her back and said, "Oh yes, baby, fuck me. Fuck Mommy."

The three of us hit a groove almost immediately, the video just background noise now as we focused on each other. I kept mostly still and let the rocking of Billy's motion drive Krista's body as my stiff cock remained embedded in her ass. He kissed her breasts and sucked on them, the bulge of her pregnant belly preventing him from easily kissing her while he was moving. She and I stroked his hair and arms as we watched his face slacken with sexual joy.

'What a wedding night,' I thought to myself, 'having sex with my beautiful wife and her son all at once!'

10-year-old Krista is on her hands and knees now, her father stroking into her pussy from behind. She's practically drooling in her own world of sensation. Then her back tightens, betraying her orgasm. As it hits, she falls forward, onto her elbows, her face mashing sideways into the mattress. Her gasping squeals fill the room as her father steadily pounds her.

Her mother and sisters watch from their chairs, spellbound.

I licked Krista's neck and caressed the smooth swell of her belly where our child was growing. "I have a secret," I said. Billy looked down, but kept fucking into his mother. Krista stayed silent in her apprehension. I said to her, "You know how we told the doctor we didn't want to know the baby's sex?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, I cheated. I found out two weeks ago." I patted her tummy. "We're going to have a baby girl, Krista."

"Cool," said Billy, "A sister."

"An innocent little girl, Krista. For a twisted mother." I held her tighter. "And when she's old enough, you're going to do the same thing your mother did to you..."

"No...James, no. I..."

"You're going to bring her to her daddy's bed..."

"No, it's wrong, I couldn't..."

"You're going to help her daddy fuck her sweet little cunt."

The muscles of her back spasmed against my stomach. I grabbed her arms almost like I was keeping her in a full nelson hold and said in her ear, "Yes, Krista, you will. Picture it. Our beautiful daughter smiling up at Mommy while you get Daddy to fuck her."

Krista shook in uncontrollable ecstasy as her body exploded into orgasm under the overdose of stimulation--Billy fucking her, my cock lodged in her ass and the incestuous images I had planted in her head. Her voice cracked as she moaned and panted in my steady grasp until the orgasm worked its way through her.

Krista's head fell back against my shoulder. I stroked her damp forehead and cheek. We kissed, swapping spit as Billy grunted above us and his pace devolved into rapid erratic thrusting.

I said to him, "Fuck your mother, Billy. Cum in her pussy."

"Oh yeah," he panted over and over as he rammed himself into her repeatedly and then slowed down, his own orgasm over.

The feel of this woman on me, knowing she was carrying my child, knowing what I had declared I would do with that child, knowing what I was doing with the child she already had...I hit my own climax.

"Billy," I panted, "take me out. I'm about to shoot. Take me out."

I didn't need to tell him where I wanted to cum. He knelt to get his lips around my cock. But he was a second too slow as he recovered from his orgasm. And the feel of his soft, small hands on my shaft made me shoot a second too soon. The first blast flew onto his face. The second he got into his eager mouth. He sucked the head of my cock as my orgasm ripped down my stomach in waves. I shot a few more times, the sensation pulsing through me until I had nothing left to give.

As we recovered, sliding slowly apart, the movie on the wall kept going. I knew from previous viewing that it would continue for another hour, including a scene that included all the girls.

Our own little group broke up momentarily as Billy had to (reluctantly) wash the cum streak off his face and brush his teeth. Krista had to visit the toilet. I put away the projector and turned off the room lights.

We were soon back in bed, Billy snuggling between me and Krista. His mother said, "If you're going to sleep there, honey, you should get a towel and wipe up the wet spot."

"I like sleeping in the wet spot." He grinned. "It's all gooey and slick and nasty."

She shook her head. "Such a little boy still." Krista hugged him closer and he cuddled into her.

I lay half on my back, half on my side, stroking his smooth flank as I looked at them. Within a few minutes, Billy sagged into sleep, rolling back against me, the hair on the back of his head tickling my nipples.

Seeing a pensive look on Krista's face, I leaned over and kissed my new bride on her forehead. She smiled briefly, but the look returned.

Finally, she said, "Were you serious, James? What you said about our daughter. About, you know... Would you really do that?"

"As long as she wants it, yeah. Me, you and Billy, we have something here, but this kid is coming now." I caressed her naked round belly. "One day she's gonna have to decide how she fits into this too. If she wants to be just our kid or something more."

"Suppose she doesn't? I almost didn't do it with my dad you know."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I wanted to save my virginity for my husband, believe it or not. But in the end, Daddy was just too handsome to resist."

"Well, whatever our daughter chooses," I said, "I'll be happy. Look at Billy. I wanted to drop him over the couch and buttfuck him the first night we met, but I didn't make a move until he'd shown me he wanted it too."

Krista nodded, then looked down at the boy breathing deeply between us. She and I smiled at each other and we knew we were thinking the same thing. Feeling the same thing. Each on our own, we stroked our fingertips along his smooth shoulder and arm, our fingers bumping whenever we passed.

I felt goosebumps rise as I thought of how lucky I was to be with this woman and her son. Our son, now. I said, "He looked like an angel today at the wedding."

She laughed softly.

"What?"

"I was thinking the same thing. But it seemed like such a cliché mom thing to say, so I bit my tongue."

I smiled back. "Truth is truth. No matter how cliché."

"I can't believe he let his hair stay in place."

"Give the kid some credit. Billy's matured enough to understand today was too important for his usual tricks."

Krista stroked a lock of hair from his forehead."Yeah. He's growing up a bit. Scary."

"Sometimes I feel like--" But I wasn't sure it was my place to say. Strange how I was so blatant about taking this woman's child as my little boyfriend, but admitting my more parental feelings felt like encroachment.

"Feel like what?" Krista asked.

"Like I want him to have the best future ever. And I wonder..."

"What you're doing wrong?"

"Yeah!" I traced the delicate line of Billy's ear with the back of a fingernail. "I feel this panic and I wonder what else I could be doing to make his life good. Maybe something--"

From between us, Billy said casually, "You could give me an extra twenty bucks for my allowance. That'd make my--" His mother gave him a quick smack on the exposed side of his butt and he yelped. "Hey, what was that for!?"

"Faking," she said. "You're supposed to be sleeping."

"I didn't fake nothing. You assumed. That's not my fault."

"For eavesdropping then," I said.

"How can it be eavesdropping? It's my bed."

Again Krista and I made eye contact and smiled from our little parental rapport. He had said 'his' bed. It was clear how he thought of the three of us.

"I don't see what you're complaining about," his mom said. "You can take James' cock up your ass, but it's a big sin for me to spank it?"

"His cock feels good in there. Your hand is mean."

"If my hands are so mean, maybe they shouldn't make you any more of those chewy chocolate cookies that you keep begging me to--"

"Your hands are awesome," said Billy, grabbing a hold of both Krista's palms in his. "You can buttfuck me with your whole fist if you want, it'd be great."

Krista laughed and said, "I've got no desire to have my hand in your greasy butt. But I think James is up to giving you one last seeing to before we call it a night."

She was right. I'd gotten hard with all the contact from Billy moving around and I was quite ready to go again. Wordlessly, I eased behind Billy as he got on his knees, still holding his mother's hands tight, elbows on the mattress. His globes were warm and smooth as I held them in my two squeezing hands. On a whim, I bent and gave each half a kiss.

But then I was done playing around. This was just an end-of-the-night fucking. No frills. So I got in position between his legs and made a quick check with my fingers that he was still loose and not too sore.

"You ready?"

He said, "Yeah. Give it to me," then gripped his mother's hands tighter. I set the head of my cock at his sweet little opening and eased in, using one hand to steady my aim. The warm, tight ring of his entrance slipped over and around my knob and I exhaled deeply before simply grabbing his hips and thrusting right in with one smooth stroke.

He grunted and arched his back and I admired the clean, curved lines of his body as I tasted its tight, gripping depths. Knowing he could take it, I immediately began fucking him briskly, using my hips and knees to drive my raring cock into his delicate hole again and again.

He began panting in rhythm with me as I savored the sliding, squeezing, sensations. I stared in wonder at the two people below me, boy and woman. She was on her side, her belly swollen with child, her hips flared and her breasts swollen--a feminine beauty. He was so much a contrast, with slender hips, flat chest and skinny legs. But there were so many similarities too, like their pert noses or the curve of their necks. They were clearly mother and son.

And they were mine.

Krista and Billy gazed into each other's eyes as I sped up, hammering him so hard that her breasts shook with each new thrust. They were in a little private space where he could let her see him enjoy a man's cock in his ass and where she could assure him that it was wonderful to see him take that cock.

Her glance flickered to me for a moment, joyful and grateful, before she looked admiringly back at her son. I had been with Krista long enough that I could read that look on many levels. She was happy to see her son be sexually satisfied, but she was also horny from watching it.

A mother who was happy and horny that I was fucking her son... The thought sent me reeling with wicked joy and the building orgasm burst out of me. I dug my fingers into Billy's smooth hips and railed his tender hole with my rigid cock, shooting the last of my cum reserves into the boy, spurt by spurt.

As I calmed down and finished in him with a few slow, deep strokes of my softening cock, I felt his body shake as his own orgasm peaked and then receded. I looked under him, hopeful, but there was no boy juice. I wasn't too disappointed, though. I leaned over and caressed his mother's pregnant belly. She was still a few months away from birth. When the time came, I was sure Billy would be ready to do the job right and put the next baby in his mother.

Until then, my new wife and son were still the most beautiful people on Earth and I was going to be with them as much as I could. Starting with a two week honeymoon.

To be continued in 3 months.

Author's Note: My apologies to the fans following along. I know this part was due back in September. In my defense, it ended up being a double-sized installment. :-) Of course, since part 4 was due in December, I'm already late on that. I'm catching up though, and I hope to be back on schedule by March when the one year 'anniversary' (and probably the final part) of the story arrives.

I hope you enjoyed Part 3. Comments welcome. Even if you're reading this in an archive years from now, I'd love to hear what you think.

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January, 2017

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