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Melissa found John Muller busying himself in the kitchen. He looked up as she entered the room and, after a quick glance behind her to see if anyone else was with her, gave her a wry smile. "Well," he said, "It seems like my daughter is feeling better."
"Uh, yeah," Melissa temporized, not certain how to respond. "It does seem like the way to make her insides stop hurting – and maybe even to slow down if not stop her bleeding – is to give her a whole bunch of orgasms in a row." She blushed, realizing this was one of the most intimate conversations she'd ever had with the man, and suddenly the picture of him holding his enormous prick in his hand with the glistening drops on the tip of it made her knees feel unaccountably weak.
The older man laughed, "Interesting. It probably is just her period, then. That was always the best cure for her mother's menstrual cramps, too." He paused, and for a moment his face fell before he seemed to pull himself together with an effort. "So it appears that my son is no longer a virgin either?" he asked, making an obvious attempt to sound casual.
Melissa chuckled gently. "No, no, he sure isn't."
"Hmmm. Is that so?" His eyebrows lifted. "I take it there's more to the story?"
"Yeah, quite a bit," she responded. "I don't have time to fill you in on the details right now, but Stephanie certainly can later. Unless," she added, "You just want to ask Brad directly."
"Tempting, but no," he answered with a droll expression. "My take is that my son is going to need to be eased into accepting just what a perverted family he belongs to." He grimaced, "But you are right that the day is fast approaching. I'll talk to my daughter, then. Perhaps, just the short version?" he pleaded. Clearly he was bursting with curiosity after the totally obscene tableau he'd witnessed earlier.
Melissa took pity on him with a laugh. "OK, the short version is that I made him practice his piano-"
"Good," he nodded, interrupting.
"While I went up and checked on Stephanie, and we made each other come a couple of times," she glanced at him nervously, hoping he wouldn't ask her any questions about all the incestuous doings with her own family she'd revealed to Stephanie, but he just nodded, though his eyes were gleaming with arousal. "Anyway, I'd promised Brad yesterday that I'd let him, you know..."
"Fuck you?" he prompted.
"Yeah, fuck me," she giggled apprehensively. "It's funny. We were both getting on Brad's case earlier about not being able to talk about sex stuff and use the dirty words with us. I don't know why it's still a problem for me with you. Anyway," she went on, trying to ignore the intense stare he was giving her, "We, uh, well we almost did it last night when he was over at my place but, um, it just didn't work out, that's all. So I told him I'd take care of him for real this afternoon and made him promise not to, you know, masturbate any until then," she added, blushing furiously and wondering just why she'd felt compelled to add that bit of detail.
"Understandable," he nodded with an amused twinkle in his eye. "You'd want to make sure he had a full load of jizz to fill up your pussy."
"Okay, okay, I know you're doing that on purpose," she winced, feeling slightly mortified. "I promise I'll try to relax and talk to you about this kind of stuff like it's no big deal."
"Well, it is a big deal," he said seriously, "But that's all the more reason why I really, really want you to feel like you can trust me and tell me anything," he nodded with an earnest expression.
"So, anyway, Brad came into Stephanie's room and I went to the bathroom and told him to get undressed and into bed. And you know?" she added with an amazed expression, "When I got back, Stephanie was sucking his cock!"
"Really?" he said, looking more fascinated than startled.
"Really," Melissa confirmed. "And when Brad started to actually fuck me – fuck my cunt, I mean," deliberately using the dirty words to show she wasn't afraid to, "She helped by letting him suck her tit and finger-fuck her pussy at the same time. It was actually really beautiful, and we all three came at about the same time."
"Nice," he nodded. Melissa noticed with a quick downward glance that his crotch was obviously swelling; the story, even in her abbreviated form, was visibly turning him on.
"So after that, Stephanie basically made him lick all his come out of me while I straddled his face, and she licked up all the leftovers from his cock," she smiled, becoming more daring and feeling better about sharing all this with him. "It was while Brad was doing that Stephanie agreed to let him try doing it in her butt. I mean, I think she would have rather had him in her pussy, but, well, in addition to the bleeding, she'd kind of made Brad finger-fuck her really, really hard, so she'd gotten, um, kind of stretched out, if you know what I mean."
"How hard? How stretched out?" he asked sharply.
"Ummm, he shoved four fingers into her," Melissa admitted hesitantly, quickly adding, "Steph was going kind of sex-crazed right then and basically ordered him to do it."
"Hmmm. Okay, I can see how that might have happened," he acknowledged. "But what made you think of trying anal sex. Had you even heard about it before?"
"Oh, brother," she sighed, "I probably shouldn't be telling you this, but you insisted I could trust you." She swallowed hard before continuing, "The fact is, my brother, Keith, took my virginity last night. I mean all of it, as in all three holes." She looked into his eyes and was gratified to see that she had managed to genuinely impress him. "So, well, anyway, that's how I knew that I liked it in my ass, and I thought Stephanie might, too. And I was right!" she ended proudly.
"So I saw," he nodded. His breathing had deepened noticeably; he was evidently highly aroused by her story. "Thanks for sharing all that; it clears up a lot. And especially thank you for trusting me with the information about you and your brother; I'm really touched to know you trust me that much. And I won't ever betray that trust," he promised. "I do have one question, though: Your mom. Does she know about this?"
"Yep, and she's totally cool with it," she answered firmly, deliberately choosing not to elaborate on just how enthusiastic a supporter her mother was. "She's as cool with it as you've been about your son and daughter fucking," she added pointedly.
"Speaking of my mother," she added quickly to forestall any further questions about her own sex life at home, "Stephanie and I were talking and we thought it might be a good idea if she checked Stephanie out, being more experienced with this kind of thing and all. And don't worry," she hastened to add, "I won't breathe a word about your involvement in any way. In fact, I volunteered to take the blame."
"You! How could you be to blame?" he asked, a puzzled frown on his brow.
"Well, I figured I could just admit to my mom that I may have gotten a little too enthusiastic with the vibrator yesterday."
"Stephanie had mentioned that your mother had provided that for the two of you, yes," he said coolly. He gave her a significant look. "Anything else your mom has been doing on behalf of my daughter I should know about?"
"No, I promise," Melissa winced. "I think you already know all the rest, like how she totally supports me and Stephanie being lovers and told me if we ever needed a safe place to be alone with each other, we could always use our home. Actually," she added, "It was pretty much what you said to me, too. You've both been really great about it, you know." She looked up at him, hopeful that this was enough of an explanation and the flattery would throw him off the scent.
It appeared to have worked because he nodded at last. "Okay, then, since you've been sharing a vibrator, that would be enough explanation just in case she does have to go to the doctor." He gave an approving nod. "That was good thinking, and I do appreciate it. And yes, I actually would welcome your mother's advice if she's willing. Thank you."
"No problem. But speaking of which, I'm really late getting home so I've got to run. I'll talk to my mom first thing though, so expect her call." Melissa paused before blurting out, "Thanks so much!"
"For what?" he asked in pleased surprise.
"For- well, for just being you!" She stepped up, intending to give him a chaste kiss on the cheek, but he read her intentions too well and turned his head instead so her kiss landed right on his lips, which instantly parted, and the minute Melissa felt his tongue slithering into her mouth her intentions of beating a hasty retreat went right out the window.
Instead, she felt her knees turn to rubber and her heart begin to thunder in her chest as they stood there kissing passionately, their hands running freely up and down each other's bodies. It seemed like only seconds before the older man had somehow managed to get his hands up under her top, expertly unhooked her bra and began caressing and squeezing her precocious breasts, making her groan with desire. It wasn't much longer after that before he had also unzipped her pants and thrust his other hand down inside her panties, eagerly probing her rapidly oozing cunt slit.
"Ohhhh, John," she moaned, her voice muffled and distorted by the man's tongue thrusting rhythmically in and out of her mouth in an imitation of fucking, "We- we can't! We can't do this! Ohhhh! Shit! No! You've got to stop! You make me go so crazy every time you touch me! Hunggghhh! Oh, John, you know I want you. I want you so bad!"
"So, have me," he said simply, pulling his head back to gaze intently into her eyes. "Stephanie's okay with it, you know," he added.
"Yeah, I know. She told me," the preteen gasped as she felt his fingers connect with her clit. "Ohhh, God, John! You know- unnggghhhh! You know if you keep doing that- oh, shit! Damn you! You're going to make me come, and then I won't be able to stop you! You could do whatever you want with me, you- hoh! Oh, God! You know that, don't you?"
By way of answer, he began to flick his fingertip rapidly over the hard nub of her clit, making her groan deeply. She felt all her sense and self-control rapidly evaporating under the wanton assault of the man's experienced fingers and tongue. Scarcely able to believe her own daring, she reached out and began to caress the huge swelling at the front of his trousers, eliciting groans of desire from him in turn.
Melissa had no idea how much further things might have progressed, but they both suddenly heard Brad's heavy tread coming down the stairs. Melissa started to panic but John coolly stepped back, re-zipped her pants up, and smiled, "To be continued." His voice was preternaturally thick with thwarted lust.
"Uh, yeah," Melissa managed to stammer, still panting deeply. "I don't know when or how, but, yeah." She gave him one last, quick smile, whirled and fled out to the street, where she was gratified that it was too dark for anyone to see that her bra was still unfastened under her top, her breasts bouncing loosely as she jogged the couple of blocks back home. Her mind was still whirling from all the events of the afternoon, but particularly the way John Muller seemed to be capable of turning her body to jelly and her mind to mush. However, as she trotted along, the cool night air helped to clear her head and dampen her ardor, so that by the time she burst through the front door, she felt fairly self-possessed.
"I'm home," she called out immediately, "Sorry I was so late." She knew her mother was home because she saw the car parked in the driveway and hoped the woman wouldn't be too mad at her.
But her mother seemed at ease, just calling out from the kitchen, "We're in here!"
The sight that greeted her in the kitchen nearly made her laugh out loud, and she understood immediately why her mother was apparently unconcerned at her tardiness. The table was set for dinner and there were some pots simmering on the stove, but neither her mother nor brother were paying them a bit of attention.
Instead, they were both stark naked. Her mother was leaning over the kitchen counter propped on her elbows and Keith was rapidly thrusting his hips into her backside, his muscular buttocks squeezing and flexing in the most entrancing way with each thrust. Her mother glanced over at Melissa, her face flushed and sweating but graced with a beatific expression of happiness. "We'll- hunggghhh! Oh, God, Keith! Hoh! Hoh! Hoh! We'll talk in a minute or- ohhhhh! God, yes! A minute or two, okay, sweetie? Oh, fuck! I love the way you feel- God! Feel inside me, son!"
Melissa realized she was either going to have to sit and wait quietly or join the party. Given how wrought up and nearly ready to burst with sexual tension and desire she already was, it was an easy decision. She dropped her school knapsack on the floor and quickly stripped out of her clothing, noting wryly to herself that she needn't have worried about any questions regarding her loosened bra. Once comfortably nude, she stepped up beside her incestuously rutting mother and brother, staring with curiosity into the gap between their bodies but couldn't figure out which opening of her mother's Keith was using. Finally, she just came out and asked her mother, who was moaning and grunting feverishly beside her, "Is he in your ass or your cunt?"
"Cunt," her mother gasped. "We- ohhh! We already did ass- hoh! Hoh! Hoh! Unngggghhh! God! Really close now," she panted. "Already had him- unngghhh! In my ass as soon- shit! Oh, God! As I got home."
"Ah," Melissa nodded with an indulgent smile. Given the afternoon she'd had herself, she could hardly be jealous. An idle glance at the sink in front of her provided a sudden inspiration. Reaching out to the hand soap dispenser, she squeezed a generous gob of it on the fingers of her right hand, working the fingers together to coat them thoroughly. Then stepping back so she was beside Keith, she announced, "Watch out, bro' – here comes a special treat!"
Without further preamble, she wormed two soap-slickened fingers deeply into her brother's bunghole, causing him to gasp with delight. Melissa was gratified to be able to please him. Impulsively, she pulled his hand down off her mother's side and guided it right into her still drenched cunt slit with determination. Keith took the hint and began sliding his fingers in and out with an urgency matched by Melissa's own desire. She moaned softly and pressed herself more closely against the bodies of her family, beginning to thrust her fingers in and out of Keith's anus. She felt him relax his sphincter instinctively, so she eagerly added a third finger and pushed it in as well, stretching the boy's opening even further.
"Ohhh! Fuck, yeah!" Keith moaned in appreciation. "Oh, God! I love the way we fuck!"
"Hoh! Oh, yeah, do that, Keith!" Melissa gasped as her brother's fingers concentrated on her clit. "Oh, yeah! Fuck! We do- hoh! We do all fuck good- unnghhhh! Fuck good together! I- haaggghhh! I love you both so fucking much! And so much fucking!" she added with a hoarse chuckle.
"You- oh God! Fuck!" their mother grunted, "Not long now! You're right! Hoh! Oh, shit, Keith! Oh! You're gonna' do it! Yeah! Fuck me! Fuck me harder!"
Keith obligingly increased his lewd tempo and Melissa matched him with the thrusts of her fingers into his distended anus. She wasn't sure she was going to be able to come in time to match the rest of her family, given the head start they had. But she hadn't counted on just how worked up John Muller had gotten her before she had to flee, because suddenly she could feel the warning tingles deep within her cunt that presaged an orgasm. The more she thought about John, the stronger the quivering in her pussy became.
"Hoh! Yes! Fuck her, Keith! Fuck our mom! Fuck her hard!" she cried out at last, sure now that she was going to come very, very soon herself. She pushed her fingers as hard and as deeply into her brother's bowels as she could, wriggling the fingers together in the way that she knew drove him mad with lust, and was rewarded with a series of excited grunts from her brother. She knew she was speeding him on to his climax and turned her attention to accelerating her own by imagining what might have happened earlier with Stephanie's father if they hadn't been interrupted. Would he have just bent her over and shoved his huge dick into her right there in the kitchen the way Keith was slamming into their mother? Or would he have picked her up in his strong arms, carried her up to his bed, finished stripping off her clothing, and start licking and kissing every inch of her body before tenderly easing his enormous cock into her very willing pussy? Would Brad and Stephanie have discovered them, and joined them, fucking each other as John ploughed into her over and over and over and...
Melissa started coming. She was vaguely aware that both her mother and brother had already begun their climaxes, their bodies shuddering and writhing, her brother's incoherent cries – and her mother's constant stream of obscenities – filling the air. But then all the twelve-year-old could think of was the electric jolts of pleasure shooting from her cunt down to her toes and all the way back to her overexcited brain, and the way her body seemed to be convulsing with a will of its own. She heard a strange sound, like the screeching of a cat with its tail caught in a door, and realized it was coming from her own tortured throat. She recognized she was probably going to lose control of her bladder again but, given her location, relaxed and gave herself permission, releasing a pungent, hot stream that splashed up against her feet and calves and drizzled down her jiggling thighs.
It was several moments before the three family members were recovered enough to speak.
"Whew!" their mother exhaled explosively. "That was incredible – as always, my beloved ones. You said it, Keith. We do fuck great together!" Keith nodded, his chest heaving as he regained his breath. "And you!" she said, turning to Melissa. "Glad you could join us in time to get in on the action. You, uh, you must have had quite an interesting afternoon to get you so hot and bothered that you could come that fast," she observed pointedly.
"It – it was definitely an eventful afternoon," the redheaded girl acknowledged. She looked pointedly at the stove. "Is that dinner? Because for some reason, I am totally famished."
Her mother relented. "Yes, that's dinner, and it can be on the table in five minutes, if you two can keep out of my hair – or my cunt," she added with mock severity, "For that long. But once we're at the table, you're going to spill it, young lady. All of it."
Not quite all of it, Melissa thought to herself with an internal grimace. But she answered meekly, "Yes, Mom." She looked over at her brother and her eyes drifted down to his rapidly deflating cock. "Keith, you're dripping," she noted. "Come over here out of Mom's way and let me suck you clean."
"Uh, sure," he answered, grinning.
"Good idea," their mother called out over her shoulder as she faced the stove. Melissa noted that the woman had quickly donned an apron and realized that was quite sensible. Spilling boiling food on exposed, bare flesh would be rather painful. "And when you're done with that job, you can get a towel and mop up all that piss from the floor."
"What's the big deal?" Melissa asked, a bit defensive at her mother's apparent criticism.
"No big deal at all," her mother answered too mildly. "Believe me, I appreciated and enjoyed it when you did it. I loved the feel of it splashing on my legs while I was coming. I just asked you to clean it up afterwards, which only seems fair."
Melissa felt immediately ashamed of her attitude, and quickly apologized. "You're right, of course, Mom. I'm very sorry, and I'll be glad to clean it up once I've taken care of Keith."
"Good," her mother nodded. She kept her back turned, but her voice sounded like she was mollified.
Melissa tugged on Keith's hand and dragged him out to the hallway, where she dropped to her knees and began to enthusiastically suck on his now-flaccid prick, sucking hard and milking the shaft to extract every spare drop of his semen, and giggling when the sensitivity of his member made him twitch. She didn't dwell on the task too long, however, and stood up after planting one long, affectionate kiss on the head of Keith's prick.
"Thanks, sis," he offered. He looked at her seriously, "Are you okay? Really?"
"I am, Keith," she responded with equal seriousness. "Really great, in fact. Tell you all about it in a minute." And she turned away to go perform her other cleanup job.
Once dinner was served and they all had platefuls of food, their mother turned to Melissa. "Okay, daughter. You've basically seen everything interesting that happened here. Tell us about your day. Is Brad still a virgin?"
"Brad is a very, very happy young man tonight," Melissa giggled, "And you're not going to believe everything that happened. But first," her voice turned solemn, "I need your advice about something, and maybe your help."
"Oh," her mother replied, instantly alert. "What is it?"
Melissa explained how she and Stephanie had been `very enthusiastic' using the vibrator she'd gotten them the previous afternoon. Keith perked up at this and started to ask questions, but their mother quickly shushed him. Melissa went on to explain that Stephanie had started bleeding from her vagina last night, and her father let her stay home today. "We're thinking that maybe she just started her first period..."
"That was my first thought, too," her mother nodded, "But, given your activities together yesterday, you're worried you might have injured her, right?"
"Right," Melissa acknowledged. "Anyway, Stephanie and I talked it over, and then with her dad-"
"What? You told him you might have injured his daughter with a sex toy I provided?" she asked in a dismayed voice.
"No, Mom! It's not like that at all," Melissa protested, aghast at the sudden turn of the conversation. "He was totally cool with that part once I'd explained. In fact, we were all hoping that you might be able to go over there tonight and check Stephanie out, to see, you know, if you think if might be her period or not. And whether it is or isn't, they weren't prepared at all for this, you know, like Stephanie doesn't have any pads or anything. John actually said he'd be grateful if you could help, since you're a lot more experienced than he is about things like this."
"Well," her mother sniffed, relaxing somewhat, "I can understand that. You're really sure he doesn't think I'm some sort of sex pervert, trying to insinuate myself into his daughter's life?"
"Oh, God, Mom!" Melissa cried, "Nothing like that. He knows that Steph and I are lovers, and he completely approves, just like you do, and he appreciated that you wanted to do something for me that would help make Stephanie happy. So, no. He seems to like you a great deal, actually."
To Melissa's astonishment, her mother blushed furiously and she suddenly began to fidget with her silverware nervously. Finally, she stammered, "W-well, if you think it would help, I could-"
"Oh, thank you, Mom. Thank you so much!" Melissa exclaimed, leaping out of her seat and rushing to embrace her mother's bare flesh. "It really means a lot to me, and I know it will to Stephanie and her father."
"Then I'm very glad to help," she nodded, though the blush hadn't left her face. "Should I call them right now, do you think?"
"Nooo, I don't think it's that urgent," Melissa said after a short moment to consider. "After all, she's been like this all day."
"I take it she's not bleeding heavily, or her father would have not been so unconcerned as to leave her home all day," their mother observed.
"No, Stephanie said it wasn't ever very much at a time; she was just worried because it wouldn't stop. And, if it makes a difference, she wasn't bleeding as much by the time I left."
"Well, that's encouraging," the older woman nodded. "So. It sounds like we have time to finish our dinner first. And that means," she looked at Melissa pointedly, "You have time to tell us all about how you took poor little Brad's cherry."
Melissa was confused by the fruit reference, so there was a bit of digression while their mother explained that particular expression. "So, you were about to tell us an interesting story, I think," her mother prompted at last.
"Well, the absolutely coolest part was that not only was Stephanie there the whole time, but she helped, and even took a turn," Melissa grinned, sure that the revelation would produce a reaction.
"What?" her mother asked, looking appalled. "You mean, she was bleeding from her cunt, and you still let Brad fuck her anyway?"
"That was part of what was so amazing," Melissa said excitedly, barely able to contain herself. "Stephanie let him fuck her in the ass!"
"Whoa," said Keith, looking thunderstruck.
Their mother was only slightly less flabbergasted. "I think," she said at last in an overly sweet voice, "That perhaps you'd better start from the beginning."
So for the next forty minutes as they finished their meal, cleared the table and washed the dishes, Melissa related the entire series of events, leaving out only the part about John Muller witnessing his children's depraved, incestuous act, and especially the part about him nearly ravishing her right there in his kitchen before she could get away.
"Well," their mother said at last when the entire tale had unfolded, "I guess that's definitely proof that your friend isn't feeling too sick. And," she added, "The fact that her abdominal pain went away during and after sex really suggests that she's experiencing her first menstruation. Sorry for all this talk about female troubles at the dinner table," she said to Keith.
"It's not a problem for me," Keith said easily. "I find this all really interesting."
"Well, that's good, because you haven't had to deal with me yet while I'm on my period, and your sister is probably getting close to it herself. Even closer to it now that Stephanie's started hers. It's a proven fact that women who are very close to each other generally find their periods all synching up after a bit. So," she said abruptly, "I agree that Brad is undoubtedly very pleased with himself and is bound to be insufferable tomorrow, but that's your cross to bear," she said to Melissa with a twinkle in her eye. "But right now, I should probably call John. Melissa, you'll have to remind me of the number; I don't have it memorized like you do."
After Melissa had provided the number, their mother shooed them out of the kitchen saying, "I'm sure you both have homework to do, and I don't need your supervision for this call."
The two youngsters reluctantly sidled out of the room. Melissa really wanted to be able to hear at least her mother's side of the conversation, especially when she heard her mother start out, "Hi, John? This is Margaret Ra-... Oh, yes of course, I do imagine you'd remember me, considering the way I was dressed the first time you saw me...Oh, well, thank you. That's very nice of you to say so...Wait, hang on a minute. Kid's!" she called out loudly, "I'd better hear two sets of feet heading up the stairs this minute!" She turned back to the phone saying, "Sorry about that..." before Keith and Melissa had bowed to the inevitable and headed up stairs and out of earshot.
"Sorry about that," Margaret said to John on the phone once she was sure her children were now upstairs.
"I understand," John chuckled. "It's a struggle for me to get mine to do their homework, too. Not to mention getting a little privacy for a phone call sometimes, as well."
"Well, thank you for your understanding, John," she smiled. "But the reason I called is that I understand from Melissa that your daughter is having a little, well, female trouble and may even be experiencing her first period?"
"Yeah," he said more somberly, "It looks that way, and I hoped you might be able to provide some womanly advice and assistance."
"I'd be more than happy to, John," Margaret answered. "I take it you don't happen to have any sanitary napkins laying around the house?"
"You'd be correct," he admitted. "I got rid of anything like that after Kim, uh, that's my late wife, passed away."
"Sure, I understand," Margaret said sympathetically. "I'm sure you must still miss her terribly."
"I do miss her," he acknowledged, "But it gets a little easier each day. I think I'm finally to the point where I'm looking forward instead of backwards. Stephanie and Melissa's beautiful relationship has helped a lot with that, I think. It helps me realize that life goes on, and there are wonderful things still to come."
"What a lovely thought!" Margaret murmured, strangely moved.
"I understand your husband left you for some other woman. In a lot of ways, I'm not sure whether my situation is actually any harder than yours," John went on. "I mean, yes, Kim left me in the sense that she's not here anymore and I can't ever get her back. But on the other hand, she didn't betray me in the process, either."
"Hmmph! I'd never really considered it that way," Margaret said, astonished at the depth of understanding John was revealing. Handsome, a big, fascinating cock, and he can think. She felt those familiar butterflies in her stomach start to flutter.
"I think we have a lot to talk about with each other. I'd like to do that some time," John said.
"I- I'd really like that, too," Margaret stammered, feeling the warmth rising in her cheeks. "It's a date." `Idiot! Idiot!' she mentally reprimanded herself. `Why did I have to say that? He's totally going to think I'm coming on to him, trying to replace his dead wife.' `Well, aren't you?' asked another part of her brain, to which she found no response. She quickly changed the subject instead. "Um, I don't know how to put this so I'll just come right out and say it. Melissa also told me there might be more to your daughter's bleeding, and I want to say right now how terribly sorry and embarrassed I am for the part I played in it. I never in a million years imagined that my daughter would be so rough with the vibrator I got her as to actually injure Stephanie. I hope you can somehow forgive me!" she finished, suddenly feeling drained.
The man scoffed, "Oh, Margaret, there's nothing to forgive, believe me. Let's just say that our girls have proved to be, well, adventurous far beyond their years, and accept that things like this are going to happen. If that's what caused the problem, we'll get Stephanie taken care of and otherwise we'll just chalk it up to a learning experience and nothing more needs to be said. And maybe the girls will learn there are limits to how much abuse even their young bodies can take, hmmm?"
"Oh, I can't tell you how relieved I am to hear you say so, John," Margaret sighed. "I've been eating myself up with guilt ever since Melissa told me what happened."
"Well, I have to admit, I was a bit startled when I heard that you'd provided a vibrator for our daughters' use," he chuckled. "But I quickly recognized the gesture for what it was – a way of signaling your full acceptance and approval of their relationship. It actually made me wish I'd thought of it first."
Margaret laughed openly. "That's really sweet and amazing of you to say so. Melissa told me you were as supportive of their relationship as I am. I'm really glad to hear it confirmed by you directly. So," she said abruptly, "I do think it would be a good idea if I came over there tonight and took a look at Stephanie, if you're willing. And I'll stop at a store on the way over to pick up some sanitary pads for Stephanie. I'm afraid what I use wouldn't be the right size. Come to think of it, I'd probably better pick up some for Melissa, too. Something tells me her turn isn't far behind."
"Thank you. Thank you very much," John said and he sounded genuinely appreciative. "This really means a lot to me, and I know it will to Stephanie, too."
"You're very welcome. I should be there in less than thirty minutes. Will that work?" she asked.
"Perfect," he agreed. "See you soon. Bye for now."
"Bye," she responded, hanging up the phone.
Margaret flew up the stairs, desperately thinking about what she should wear. She knew she shouldn't be attaching this much importance to her appearance over a casual visit that was supposed to be about the man's daughter anyway, but she couldn't stop the giggly, schoolgirl feeling John Muller provoked in her, nor could she stop those butterflies in her stomach. Reaching her bedroom, she considered getting completely dolled up, but that would have really required a bath and a shampoo and she didn't want to take the time. In the end, she decided to go with a casual look that was almost slutty in its daring, pulling on a loose top with a low neckline and very large armholes that she normally would have worn over a tee or some other kind of shirt. But tonight, she just put it on without even wearing a bra, nodding in brazen satisfaction at the way her nipples visibly moved against the thin material as she inspected herself in the mirror. She turned to the side and experimentally raised an arm. Sure enough, the movement revealed a substantial amount of the side of her pendulous breast in full view. She finished by tugging on a pair of stretchy slacks, again without underwear, and was pleased at the way they hugged her ass and revealed her form. It looked like she'd just hurriedly thrown some clothes on in her urgency to attend to John's daughter, which in a way she had, she reflected. She would just put a coat on as she left and keep it on in the store to keep from putting on too much of a show where it wasn't intended.
The admission that she was deliberately planning to display her body to John to pique his interest made her blush all over again, but she couldn't help herself. `Okay, I like him,' she thought, `I admit it, so there!' She quickly departed her bedroom, stopping by her children's bedrooms only long enough to call out, "Kids! I'm going over to the Muller's place now. Please get your homework done so you'll be free for a nice fuck or two when I get back, all right?" She heard both children laugh and agree, which was enough to send her on her way.
She was able to find the sanitary pads she sought in the store quickly and arrived at the Muller house well within the promised half hour. John must have been watching at the door because he flung it open even before she could press the doorbell. He beamed at her, saying, "Welcome. Come in. I'm so glad you agreed to help with this." He made a move that for a moment made Margaret think he meant to kiss her, which made her heart leap into her throat, but at the last second he changed it into a warm, tight hug which Margaret had to admit felt very nice, too.
"Here, let me take your coat," he offered.
Gulping surreptitiously, Margaret allowed him to remove her outer garment and then made a great show of fluffing her hair back into place, keeping her arms raised for a long time and hopefully giving the man a great view of her bulging tits. She thought she may have imagined it, but she could have sworn she heard a sudden intake of breath, and when she turned to face him, the way his eyes were glittering made her feel certain that he'd gotten an eyeful.
"All right, how about you show me to the patient," Margaret said, trying to sound breezy.
"Yes, doctor, right this way," he played along with a low chuckle. Margaret made sure she preceded him up the stairs to ensure he had ample time to ogle her ass on the way, mentally shaking her head at her own wanton behavior.
When they arrived at Stephanie's room, they found her sitting up in the bed wearing a thin nighty and her brother, Brad, sitting on the bed with her. They had books and papers spread around the bed – it appeared that Brad was helping her with her homework, a sight Margaret found charming. She looked at him with fresh eyes – this was, after all, her daughter's boyfriend. She found herself nodding with approval. Melissa really had found a nice boy, and the fact that he appeared quite willing to share Melissa with his sister – and vice versa – made it even better.
"I'm sorry, son, but we need some time alone with Stephanie. You've met Melissa's mother, right?" John said to Brad.
"Uh, yeah, we've met," he said with a strange expression on his face. "Hi, Mrs. Randall."
"Oh, for heaven's sake, call me Margaret," she smiled (or Mom, a part of her thought, but she savagely squelched that). She realized that the boy's eyes were glued to her chest, apparently entranced by the sight of her nipples through the thin top.
"Uh, Brad?" his father prompted, "Can you excuse us, please?"
Brad appeared to drag himself out of his lascivious daze with some difficulty. That was the trouble, Margaret realized, with setting the bait for the big fish – it made it even easier to catch the small fry.
"Uh, yeah, sure," Brad said, sounding reluctant. But he gathered up all the books and papers and piled them on his sister's desk, departing the room and pointedly pulling the door shut behind him.
"Hi, Stephanie," Margaret said once the three of them were alone. "Melissa and your dad thought it might be good if I took a look at you. Do you mind?" She turned to John. "She might be more comfortable if you left us alone, too," she suggested.
"No, no, it's alright," Stephanie blurted, very quickly. "I really don't mind. He's seen me naked since I was little." A very odd look passed between father and daughter and was almost instantly replaced with neutral expressions.
`What the hell was that all about?' Margaret wondered to herself. Aloud, she said, "Okay then. If you don't mind, I don't. Here, I'm just going to pull these bedsheets down at get a look at you." She did so and, without prompting, Stephanie pulled her nightie unnecessarily all the way up to her neck, exposing her entire, slim, pubescent body to Margaret's gaze. Margaret found herself having to stifle a gasp. This girl's body was stunning! Her breasts were small, it was true, but they were definitely there, and they were such smooth and perfect little mounds of flesh that Margaret found herself fantasizing about taking them into her mouth and suckling on them. The rest of her body was slender as well, though there was just the hint of broadening of her hips that complemented the picture, and the little triangle of soft, black cunt hair all seemed to point directly to Stephanie's clit as if inviting her to touch and taste and lose herself in the delicate folds.
She now understood fully what Melissa saw in this twelve-year-old temptress. The fact that Stephanie's appearance when nude dredged up unbidden memories of Margaret's lost teen lover, Celeste, only added to the effect. Margaret felt her cunt start to drip freely, soaking quickly into her pants, and she now almost regretted choosing not to wear panties. `What is it about the Muller family?' she wondered. `How is it that they all seem to simply exude sex?' `So unlike your own family, then?' the little voice of her conscience taunted her
Margaret realized she had been gazing at Stephanie's nude, delectable young body far longer than was proper when Stephanie asked in a worried tone, "Is something wrong?"
"Huh? Oh, no, sweetie," Margaret said with a start, "I was just thinking about something else entirely. I apologize. Here, spread your legs widely and let's have a look at what's going on. Thanks. How are you feeling now, by the way?"
"Not bad right now," Stephanie allowed. "A little bit of achiness deep inside, but nothing hurts around my, um, pussy."
"That's good," Margaret nodded and added with a smile, "And I don't mind you using words like that around me. We're all grown up enough to say things like `cunt', `cock' and `fuck' without blushing, right?" She looked back at the girl's father to see if she'd overstepped, but he just flashed her a big grin and nodded. His eyes were glittering strangely, though.
"Oh, okay," Stephanie nodded seriously, "Thanks. It's nice to be able to talk about all this kind of stuff with someone who knows."
"That's very nice of you to say so, Stephanie, though I don't know how much I really know," Margaret smiled warmly at the girl. "I'm not a doctor, just a mom. And a grown woman, of course," she added, "One who has maybe seen and learned a bit more than you."
Stephanie nodded in understanding.
"Okay then, let's see what's happening. Hmmm, yep, there's a bit of blood on the towel. When did you change it last?"
"Uh, not since this morning," Stephanie informed her meekly. "Is that bad?"
"No, not at all, love," Margaret reassured her. "In fact it's very good. If that's all the amount you've bled since this morning, that's further evidence that you're simply menstruating and not that you've been injured or torn inside." She looked back at Stephanie's father, forcing her eyes quickly away from the impressive bulge in the front of his trousers. Was he actually getting turned on by this? Or did his daughter's body have the same effect on him that it did on her? For the first time, she wondered if she and John might actually have that in common – the desire and willingness to have sex with their own children. She tucked that thought away for later.
Instead she suggested, "John, it might be a good idea if we got a replacement towel under her now. That way we can get a better idea if the bleeding is steady or changing. Oh, and," she hesitated, "This may sound very strange, but I think I should probably put a finger inside her to see if there are any particular painful points." She glanced quickly at Stephanie. "Would you be alright with that, honey?"
"Sure," Stephanie agreed, almost eagerly. `Good God,' Margaret thought, `Can it be that this little woman-child actually wants me to finger-fuck her?' After hearing Melissa's story of their afternoon's activities, she could almost believe it. She looked back at John. "You're okay with that?" she asked, somewhat hesitantly.
But he simply nodded and smiled, saying in an oddly thick voice, "As long as she doesn't object, I certainly don't. She's old enough to make her own choices about who puts what into her cunt. Isn't that right, my love?"
Stephanie flashed her father a proud grin, saying, "That's very true, Daddy."
Margaret, who had found the previous exchange fascinating, suggested to John, "Alright, then when you're getting another towel, if you could rustle up some kind of lubricant – hand cream or even cooking oil if there's nothing else – it might make it more comfortable for her."
To Margaret's amazement, Stephanie blurted, "Um, there's some on the nightstand there."
Margaret looked and saw it was true. There was indeed a half-empty tube of lubricating jelly there. It was a puzzle until she remembered that this little vixen had just tried anal sex for the first time only a few hours earlier, so naturally the lubricant would have been used. She also suspected that she wasn't supposed to know about that and was even more certain that the girl's father wasn't supposed to know.
Margaret looked at John and said dryly, "Just a fresh towel, then."
He gave a weak, almost embarrassed chuckle and left the room. Once he was gone, Margaret said to Stephanie, "Okay, sweetie, while he's doing that, I need to take a very close look. How `bout if you pull your knees up to your chest and really open yourself up to me?" She immediately winced at her choice of wording, realizing that it reflected her inner thoughts and feelings more than she'd intended, but Stephanie didn't react or comment.
However, as Stephanie complied and fully exposed her lovely pussy and Margaret began to lean over to put her face closer, the girl dropped another bombshell.
"I, um, well, actually, you probably won't need the lubricant," she said softly. "I'm already pretty wet. Really wet, in fact."
Margaret jerked her head up in amazement and saw that the girl was blushing even more furiously. "Honey, are you telling me that this is turning you on?" she asked in a deliberately level voice, though her inner devil was screaming `Yes! Yes!'
"Um, I don't know. It's really interesting," Stephanie temporized. "Yeah, maybe it does. Or maybe it's just because I'm, well, it just seems like ever since Mel and I made love for the first time, I'm just dripping and dripping from my pussy all the time and I can't seem to stop it no matter what I do!" she blurted in a rush. "It just seems like I'm always turned on and I think about sex all the time. It's like I can't think of anything else!"
"Oh, sweetheart," Margaret comforted her sympathetically and placing a hand on the girl's side, "I understand. I really do. That's from all those sex hormones that are flooding your body now that you've hit puberty. It's perfectly natural. Believe me, I felt the same way at about your age."
"It is? You did?" Stephanie asked, sounding relieved.
"I assure you that while it seems to have hit you harder than some girls, it really is perfectly normal. And yes, I really did feel the same way when I first hit puberty," she consoled the girl, though her inner voice asked her how she explained feeling that way all the time now.
"Oh, that's right," Stephanie said, her eyes widening. "Mel told me you'd had a girl lover when you were younger."
"That I did," Margaret nodded, her eyes growing wistful, "And I'm not at all ashamed to admit that we behaved an awful lot like you and my daughter do," she chuckled.
"Wow," Stephanie breathed, "That's good to know. What was she like? What was her name?"
"Well, her name was Celeste," Margaret answered softly, "And she was like...well, she was actually an awful lot like you, honey," she explained. "She had the same black hair and the same basic body, maybe a bit fuller, but then, we were a couple of years older, too. I have to tell you that looking at you like this has been bringing back some very nice memories."
"Oh," Stephanie blinked. "Does- does that mean that looking at me is turning you on, too?" she asked hesitantly.
Margaret flashed her a wry smile, "Well, since you asked, yes. Yes it is. You're not the only one in the room with a dripping pussy," she confessed, and felt the heat rising in her own face.
Stephanie digested this knowledge with an unfathomable look. "Interesting," was her only comment before they heard John's footsteps returning.
"All right, then, love, let's have a closer look, shall we?" Margaret said in an attempt to sound nonchalant. She bent forward again and even before she'd gotten very close, she could see that the girl's cunt slit was indeed glistening and drops had already started to collect and dribble down the folds of flesh to collect in the towel beneath her. The scent of young, aroused girl was almost overpoweringly intoxicating. Margaret steeled herself into self-control and bent in closer as she heard John enter the room once more.
"Well, Stephanie," she commented after she'd bent her face very close to the seventh-grade girl's pussy (and the devil on her shoulder kept crying, `Lick her! Lick her!'), "I don't see anything wrong from the outside." She straightened up and turned to John. "Everything all right?" she asked. "You were gone awhile."
"Everything's fine," he flashed her a smile that sent the butterflies fluttering in her insides all over again. "I just figured you might like some girl time to talk."
"Why, that was very thoughtful, John," Margaret nodded appreciatively, "And yes, we had a very nice conversation." She reached her hand out for the towel and turned back to Stephanie. "Love, hold that position just a bit longer while I change out the towel and then you can relax, okay?"
"No problem," Stephanie smiled. She seemed to be staring intently at her father.
Margaret glanced back and realized that his daughter's position was giving him a completely unimpeded view of the girl's pubescent twat. And then she glanced down at her own body and realized that the way she was bending over was giving the man an equally fine view of her left breast; in fact she suspected that he could probably see the entire thing, not just the side. Another quick glance backwards and she actually caught John adjusting his now completely swollen cock; the poor man was trying to worm it down the leg of his trousers. She grinned hugely, thoroughly enjoying the show she and Stephanie were putting on for John and its obvious effect. She resisted the urge to just tell the suffering man to take his pants off and get comfortable – if ever there was a cock that deserved to be free and standing proudly up in the air, it was John Muller's – but she deliberately shifted her body as she changed out the towels under Stephanie so that he would have an even clearer view of her breast.
When she stood up once more, having made sure Stephanie was comfortable on the bed, she turned to John, and this time she actually did react with a sharp intake of breath. His turgid member was clearly visible down the leg of his pants, reaching nearly halfway to his knee, and so massive that it strained the fabric. `Oh, dear God!' she thought, `I can actually see it throbbing'. She realized that it was almost exactly the same size has her giant black dildo at home. She resolved to use it a lot more from now on, `just to be ready if the opportunity arose' she told herself. Her knees were starting to feel like Jell-O and her cunt was oozing quim so fast now that it was actually coming through the thin fabric of her pants and dripping onto the floor. She whirled around in embarrassment and tried to hastily cover up the damp spot in the carpet with her feet.
"Okay, Stephanie," she said hoarsely, lewd desire making her throat tight, "Let's see what's going on inside you. You ready?"
"I'm ready," she answered in a tone that made Margaret suspect she meant to say she was really, really ready, which did nothing to stem the flow from her own drenched cunt.
Margaret wasted no more time, and pushed a finger into the young girl's vagina, cautiously at first and then, finding absolutely no resistance, she shoved it in freely to the palm. Stephanie gave a deep sigh that was clearly one of satisfaction and not pain. And just as the slim girl had predicted, she was incredibly wet, even more drenched, if that was possible, than Margaret's own sopping pussy.
"What do you think?" John's voice right in her ear made Margaret jerk with surprise. She hadn't even heard him bend over beside her.
"Um, everything feels perfectly normal for a pubescent girl as far as I can tell. Stephanie," she raised her voice, "Would it hurt you, do you think, if I put one more finger in? I want to check something." She looked over at John and, seeing his eyes quickly avert, realized that he had deliberately positioned himself to get an up-close view of her breast. She felt another huge surge of arousal at the knowledge that she not only had captured his attention but was turning him on.
"Oh, no, that wouldn't hurt at all," Stephanie answered, far too confidently for a girl her age, but then Margaret remembered that her brother had shoved four fingers in there earlier.
Margaret smiled and just slipped another finger alongside the first. It went in smoothly without any more resistance than the first one had. It really seemed like Stephanie's vagina had been really stretched and hadn't yet recovered. But with two fingers exploring the twelve-year-old's distended cunt hole, Margaret was able to press, poke, and probe every bit of the space. "Does any of this hurt?" she asked Stephanie. "I'm looking for places that might have been torn or injured."
"No, nothing," the girl answered. "It all feels really good." Again, Margaret got the impression that she liked her cunt being finger-fucked, not simply that nothing hurt.
Margaret experimentally wriggled the two fingers against each other and Stephanie instantly gasped.
"What is it, sweetie," John asked immediately. "Did something hurt?"
"N-no, sorry," Stephanie mumbled. "The opposite, in fact."
"Oh," John and Margaret both said in unison as it dawned on them what the girl had meant.
"Um..." John began with a very odd look at Margaret.
"Yes, right," Margaret said quickly, her cheeks burning with humiliation. "I, um, I think I'm done here, Stephanie." She stood up and John stood up beside her. He didn't step back one bit when Margaret turned to face him, leaving his face only a couple of inches from hers. She was becoming completely flustered by the situation. It seemed for all the world that both John and his daughter wanted her right then and there, only she couldn't for the life of her figure out how to indulge in that desire in a way that wouldn't have serious repercussions down the road. In the end, discretion won out over lust, and Margaret stepped back first.
"I-I don't think there's anything wrong with you, Stephanie, other than your first menstruation. Congratulations, by the way," she added, giving the girl a warm smile. "That's a very important milestone in a young woman's life. Your dad should do something extra special tonight," and was intrigued to see Stephanie's eyes light up in smokily. Margaret stepped across the room to fetch the box of sanitary napkins and returned with them. She opened the box and took one out of its packaging to show Stephanie how they worked. She asked John to retrieve a pair of his daughter's panties from her drawer so she could demonstrate, and almost swallowed her tongue in amused surprise when she recognized that same pair she'd given to Melissa and which the girls had daringly traded in a dark restroom their very first night together. `How fitting, after all,' she thought, and proceeded to show how to apply them. She also discussed proper disposal and all the other things a young woman needed to know concerning her monthly cycle. She finished by saying, "Of course, these only work inside panties, so if you don't like to sleep with panties, you'll have to keep the towel under you. Any questions?"
"Oh, no. Thank you, M-Margaret," Stephanie enthused. "I can keep those, right?" she asked, gesturing to the box of napkins.
"They're yours, love," the older woman assured her. "I bought them just for you." Margaret turned to John once more. "There are some other things we should discuss."
"Oh? Such as?" he asked after an effort to drag his eyes away from Margaret's nipples and focus on her eyes.
With an inner smile, Margaret proceeded to discuss the need for Stephanie to start getting regular gynecology care now and mentioning that she'd already made an appointment for herself with one she liked the following afternoon, and was planning on bringing Melissa in at the same time, and would he mind if she also brought his daughter? He heartily approved, looking relieved in fact, and they discussed insurance and permission for treatment slips and other logistics.
With that settled, Margaret bent over Stephanie and gave her a modest kiss on the cheek, saying, "It was so nice to see you again. Thank you for being so patient and understanding with me, and congratulations again." To her astonishment, Stephanie flung her arms around Margaret's neck and pulled her close into a hug, one that conveniently seemed to place the slim girl's lips right at the nipple of one of Margaret's breasts. The older woman was even more surprised to feel Stephanie's lips and tongue sucking and teasing the nipple right through the thin material of the top before she relinquished her grip and allowed Margaret to stand upright again.
"Thank you so very much, Margaret," Stephanie said, but she had a devilish twinkle in her eye and her gaze deliberately dropped to the wet patch over Margaret's nipple she'd left with her mouth. She raised her eyes to Margaret and gave her a smile with glittering eyes that promised more, much more, later.
Margaret was stunned. She looked down at the front of her top and realized there was no way that was going to escape the notice of this precocious girl's father and was flabbergasted to realize that Stephanie had done it quite deliberately! The little witch was staking out a claim, announcing to her father in unmistakable terms, `I want this woman, too, as well as her daughter,' and daring him to make something of it. With that understanding and, realizing there was nothing to do but brazen it out, she made final farewells to Stephanie and left the room, with John following.
At the front door, John gallantly retrieved her coat, but his eyes kept drifting down to the dark patch on her top, the wetness of which only served to make her nipple harden and be that much more prominent. It was only once she had her coat safely on that she felt confident enough to say, "John, before I go, there's one more thing I want to discuss." The man looked alarmed, which made her wonder what ghastly secrets he still concealed, but she continued, "Birth control." John raised his eyebrows questioningly. "I just think that, if our girls continue the way they're going, it will not be very long at all before it is needed. Melissa and Brad have already engaged in some activities that, well, let's just say I'd feel a lot more comfortable if Melissa were on the pill as soon as she starts menstruating. And since Stephanie seems to have already started, I wanted to ask if I had your permission to request pills for her, too."
"Um, yeah," he nodded with a strange look, "I think you're right. It would be a very good idea." He snapped his fingers, "Oh, dang, I almost forgot. I'll be right back."
He returned a few minutes later with an envelope. "This is Stephanie's insurance card as well as a signed permission slip for her treatment. I am in meetings all day tomorrow, but please have them call and interrupt me at work if the doctor's office has any questions or needs anything."
"That's- that's very well prepared of you," Margaret said, impressed. "You know, I should probably have one – or two – of those slips to sign for when I go away next week, just in case either of my kids needs to go to the doctor for any reason."
He smiled. "I'll make sure you have some before then," he promised. "Have a good night, and say hello to your kids for me. They're both really great, and with the way Stephanie loves Melissa, I find I'm coming to love her as much as my own girl."
"That's a wonderful thing to say, and I feel exactly the same about your two amazing children," Margaret smiled warmly. "Well, I guess I'll say good night, then," and she held out her hand.
John scoffed, "What? A handshake? After what you've done for this family, you deserve more than that!" and before Margaret could react, he had taken her in his arms and was kissing her lips. It was a relatively chaste kiss; he didn't use his tongue, but in spite of that, or maybe because of it, Margaret suddenly felt as if her world had just turned upside down. Part of her wanted to flee in terror, and another part of her wanted to fling this amazing man to the floor and have her way with him right there in the doorway. And all of her was just drinking in the wonderful feelings his kiss was creating within her.
She finally pulled away, breathless. "I'm sorry," he said quickly. "That was probably out of line," he added with a tentative look.
"N-no, John, it was fine. Just perfect, in fact," she gave him a silly grin, one which she couldn't seem to wipe off her face. "If you're home tomorrow when I drop Stephanie off, then I guess I'll see you then."
"I'll make a point of it if it's at all possible," he promised. "Drive safely and good night," he said, opening the front door for her.
"Yeah, all three blocks," she smiled. "Good night, yourself."
She forced herself into a dignified pace even though she really felt like skipping down the walkway. She turned and waved as she opened the door to her car. He was standing in the doorway watching her and waved in return. With that, Margaret returned to her own home and her own children, her head spinning.
Melissa dashed to answer the phone when it rang, expecting it to be Stephanie, which it was. "Well?" she demanded, "Are you going to be okay?"
"Sure seems like it," her young lover assured her. "Your mom just thinks I'm having my first period."
"Well, that's a relief, isn't it?" Melissa asked. "It's good to know that your dad didn't hurt you, right?"
"Yeah, and not Brad, either," Stephanie giggled. "Your mom was, um, really thorough in examining me, too," she added in a hushed voice.
"Huh? What do you mean?" Melissa asked, all ears.
"I mean, she put two fingers up inside me and was poking around. And when she wriggled them together in my pussy, the way you do and it drives me nuts, I fucking near came right there," Stephanie related.
"Holy shit!" Melissa breathed. "You'd better tell me what happened."
"Honestly, I don't think I'll have the time, not tonight," the other girl said in a disappointed voice. "Your mom just left and she's on her way straight back. Let's just say it was – well, I don't know what I think about it all yet. There was so much sexual tension in the room, like all three of us wanted nothing more than to tear each other's clothes off and fuck like crazy. Only nothing really happened!" she ended on an exasperated note.
"Crap, my mom just drove up," Melissa said, "You'd better tell me the whole story tomorrow!"
"I will," Stephanie promised. "Oh, and I guess I'm joining you tomorrow afternoon on your trip to the gynecologist."
"What?" Melissa cried in puzzlement. "I didn't know I was supposed to go to a doctor tomorrow either. Sounds like I need to have a talk with my mom. Bye for now. You coming to school tomorrow?"
"Yeah, your mom fixed me all up. Brad and I will swing by on our way in the morning."
"See you then. I love you!"
"Love you, too."
Melissa hung up the phone and headed downstairs to meet her mother, who she found in the kitchen. She took a look at her mother, and the way she was dressed, and knew right away that Stephanie hadn't been kidding. Something had happened. The woman's hair was slightly mussed, she was wearing only a thin, olive green top with a plunging neckline and armholes through which Melissa could clearly see that her mother wasn't wearing a bra, and there was the oddest dark spot right over one nipple. Furthermore, she could see that her mother's thin, stretchy pants were completely soaked in the crotch, almost like she'd pissed herself, only Melissa couldn't smell any urine, only the faint aroma she'd come to associate with her mother's cunt when the woman was completely turned on. Strangest of all, her mother was wearing a huge smile, which was itself highly unusual for her.
"Mom! What happened?" Melissa demanded. "It looks – and smells," she added with a pointed sniff, "Like you had a really good time. Are you going to tell me about it?"
"Yes, sweetie, I will. As much of it as I can make sense of anyway. Where's Keith?" she asked.
"Still finishing his homework, last I checked," her daughter answered with a shrug.
"You're done with yours?"
"Yep," Melissa confirmed. "All done. So give! What's going on? I can't believe you went over to see John and Stephanie dressed like that! Stephanie called and told me you thought she had just started her first period. And that apparently we're all going to see a doctor tomorrow afternoon? And also that there was, well, she described it as a lot of sexual tension in the room. Maybe you'd better start talking."
Her mother nodded. "Yes, I'll try. Oh, before I forget, these are for you," and she tossed a box of sanitary napkins to her daughter.
"Uh, thanks?" Melissa replied dubiously. "Do I need these?"
"I suspect you will," her mother answered seriously, "And probably not before too long, either. And I don't want you to be caught unprepared like poor Stephanie was."
"Okay, fine, that makes sense," Melissa nodded. "But are you ever going to answer my questions?"
Her mother sighed, "I will, I really will try. I'm just trying to get the easy stuff out of the way before I try to tell you about some of the other stuff that, frankly, I haven't figured out what it means or even how I feel about it. Please be patient with me, okay?"
Her mother looked genuinely distraught, so Melissa finally took pity on her. "Okay, I'll be patient. Do you, um, think you might want to get out of those clothes first? They look like they've had as interesting a time as you."
"Yes, thank you," Margaret smiled and peeled the soiled garments off quickly, dropping them onto the floor and kicking them over towards the basement door. Now completely nude, she sat down at the kitchen table with a deep sigh. Melissa, who had never bothered to don clothing again after the family's pre-dinner fuck, joined her, equally naked, at the table.
"Okay, so more simple stuff to deal with," her mother began in a matter-of-fact tone. "Yes, I made an appointment with my gynecologist today for both of us. Fortunately, there was a cancellation that let me schedule it for tomorrow afternoon at 3:00. I had always intended on bringing you. Now that you're `sexually active', as they say, it's important to get good medical care for all your womanly parts. I talked it over with John and he agreed that I could bring Stephanie, too." She held up a white envelope. "He gave me everything I need already. Anyway, now that Stephanie has started menstruating, there's a risk she could get pregnant any time she has vaginal sex from now on, so she'll need to start birth control right away. I know, I know," she held up her hand, "So far she's only tried anal sex, but I suspect it's only a matter of time before her brother's cock finds its way inside her sweet little pussy." She looked challengingly at her daughter. "Do you disagree?"
"No, not at all," Melissa answered mildly, though she didn't reveal that Stephanie was already fucking her father. Birth control would be necessary in any event. "That makes sense. What about me? Do I need birth control?"
Her mother winced. "You're actually a problem. Well not you, but your situation," she quickly amended her words to forestall a protest. "Now, me? I absolutely have to resume birth control, which was the reason I really wanted to get seen this week. I'm close to the end of my cycle so I figured I'm pretty safe right now, but with the amount of semen your brother has shot into me just in the past two days, well, we'll just leave it at me needing to start up on the pill again as soon as my next period ends. But you? Well, that's a bit trickier, because while most people think you can't get pregnant until after you have your first period, the reality is that a girl is fertile for the first time about two weeks before her first period."
"Wait, you're saying that if my first period would have come two weeks from now, I could already be pregnant?" Melissa asked with concern.
"That's exactly what I'm saying," her mother acknowledged. "Keith could have impregnated you last night, or Brad could have today. Now," she gave what she hoped was a reassuring smile, "Having said that, the odds are actually pretty small. People don't get pregnant every time they have sex, even when they're trying and even when it's right in the middle of their fertile period. And you might be months away from starting to menstruate. What I am saying is this: Until you've had your first period, any time you want a cock in your cunt, whether it's Brad's or Keith's, they're going to have to wear one of these," and she dipped into the shopping bag at the table and pulled out a small, brightly colored cardboard box.
"Is that what I think it its?" Melissa snorted. She was having trouble staying focused on the conversation, even though she recognized in the back of her mind the topic was serious. Already could be pregnant? And by either Keith or Brad? She realized she didn't hate the idea, even though the rational part of her brain knew that getting pregnant at this stage in her life was probably a really bad idea.
"Yes, if you're thinking they're condoms," her mother confirmed.
"Does Keith know about this?" Melissa demanded.
"Honey, when would I have had time to talk to him about it? I just bought these this evening," she noted, exasperated.
"Sorry, Mom. This is just a lot to take in," she apologized. "Okay, go to doctors tomorrow. Get birth control to start taking after period starts. Use condom to fuck. Got it."
"Well, yeah, that's basically right," her mother laughed. "Though you only have to have your man put on a condom to fuck you in your pussy. If you want to suck him off, take him up your ass, let him come on your tits, your face, your feet, whatever, go for it. You can only get pregnant from a cock going in your vagina."
"Well, there are a couple of other ways, right?" Melissa asked. "Like if someone puts a come-covered finger up my hole?"
"Hmmm. Yes, you happen to be right," she eyed her daughter. "Are you saying that this already happened?"
"Well, yeah, Mom," Melissa answered hesitantly. "Keith put his come-covered fingers in me the other day after he'd come on me, um, the second time. I made him do it!" she added hastily, putting up her hand to forestall her mother's reprimand, "And he warned me it could get me pregnant. I just didn't think it could `cause I hadn't had my period yet."
"Hmmm, yes, well, the complete answer is, any semen in your vagina can get you pregnant if you're fertile at the time," her mother clarified, "And furthermore, even those little drops that appear at the tip of his cock when he's really hard – you may have noticed that with Keith or Brad?" Melissa nodded and her mother continued, "Those little drops of pre-come are just full of sperm cells, too, so you can get pregnant even if the man pulls out before he comes. Are we completely clear now?"
"Yep, we are," Melissa nodded. "And thanks for explaining all that. So is there anything else that's simple to talk about, or are you finally going to tell me why you went over to John's dressed like that, with no underwear even? Were you actually trying to get him to fuck you this evening?" Melissa thought that would have been brazen, even for her mother in her reawakened sexual fever.
Her mother sighed. "Okay, here's where it starts to get confusing." She held her head in her hands, her elbows propped on the table and sighed deeply. "Okay, I admit I deliberately amped up the slut act when I went over there. I'm not sure what I was expecting. Not for him to fuck me, no, nothing like that. I don't think...to be honest, honey, I don't even trust my own feelings anymore. I mean, I like John. I really like him, Melissa. He makes me feel all, well happy and fluttery inside, in ways that I've never felt except with Celeste all those years ago."
"Yeah, John is really something, isn't he?" Melissa admitted. "He sometimes makes me feel that way, too. He's really charming, and not at all bad looking."
"Oh, God! You, too? Really?" her mother looked at her as if she didn't know whether to laugh or be mad. "We're really a pair, huh?" She looked over at her daughter as if she were seeing her, really seeing her, not just as a girl and her daughter, but as someone who a grown man like John Muller might desire. "Melissa, I have to ask you – has he ever done anything inappropriate with you?"
Melissa's heart lodged in her throat. She was not ready to have this conversation with her mother yet, so she chose her words carefully. "No, Mom, he hasn't. He's said flirtatious things that let me know he thinks I'm, well, desirable, and he's kissed me a couple of times in a way that wasn't quite appropriate for a friend of his daughter. So no. I think he wants me, but he really is a gentleman, if you know what I mean."
"Yeah, I actually think I do," she nodded. "So, two things: One, you're old enough to make your own decisions about who you do what with, but you need to recognize that John is first and foremost Stephanie's father. So you'd better not ever do anything that is going to mess up either his relationship with Stephanie, or yours. And don't forget also that anything you do with him puts him at risk of being sent to prison and taken away from his family, so it's possibly even more important that you be discreet and make sure no one ever finds out about it than it is with the secrets we already have in this family. You understand me?"
"Yes, Mom, and don't worry," Melissa assured her, "I really do know how to keep a secret, and I would never, ever do anything with John unless Stephanie knew and approved first." She conveniently left out the fact that Stephanie had already given her blessing and in fact seemed eager for it to happen now. "So was that the two things, or is there another?"
Her mother's expression sagged into one of perfect misery. "This- this is one of the hardest things to say and for me to deal with, so I'm just going to spit it out and depend on your love for me to not hate me afterwards."
"Wow, Mom, I guarantee you, there is absolutely nothing you could tell me that would make me hate you," Melissa assured her, now genuinely alarmed.
Her mother took a deep breath. "Well the fact is that I find John Muller really attractive and have from the first, even when he saw me with almost nothing on and with a freshly-shaved pussy. He was such a gentleman about it, and every time I've spoken to him or seen him, I'm more and more impressed. I- I'm falling for him, Melissa. I think I'm really falling hard, for the first time in my adult life. And so tonight, I think I just wanted to be sure he noticed me. That's why I deliberately dressed in a way that could give him a really good view of exactly what's on offer."
"As I say," the redheaded woman went on, "I don't know what I was thinking or expecting, really. I think maybe I just thought he'd let me check Stephanie out by myself, and then maybe we'd talk afterwards and maybe he'd get enough of a glimpse that he'd want to, oh, I don't know. Ask me out? On a date, or something?"
"Ohhhh-kay," Melissa said carefully. "So far, I'm not seeing what the problem is. Mom, I have to tell you, it wouldn't bother me in the least to see you getting together with John, even marrying him. I already love him and all his family, and being all together, all the time would be heaven for me. I can't speak for the other kids, though," she added soberly.
Margaret looked at Melissa and tears started to well up in her eyes. "Oh, my sweet girl, I am so relieved to hear you say so. When you told me just now that John seemed to be wanting you, too, I worried you might be so jealous if I said the same thing. But you're right," she went on, "About the other kids. There's something very strange going on between him and Stephanie, especially. And also between Stephanie and me," she added with an entreating look at Melissa.
"Wh- what do you mean, Mom?" Melissa asked, hardly daring to breathe.
"So this is where it all gets strange and confusing," her mother sniffled. "First, even though he shooed Brad out of the room, John didn't leave himself. And Stephanie didn't want him to! I would have expected a girl her age to be absolutely mortified at her father seeing her naked, but she was completely nonchalant about it. And then Stephanie just pulls her nightie all the way up, so she's laying there nearly completely naked – mind you, I didn't ask her to do this; she wasn't wearing panties, she just could have pulled it up just enough that I could see her pussy, you know?"
Melissa nodded. She really was going to grill her friend tomorrow to get the story from her perspective.
"So I'm starting to look Stephanie over, and then I suddenly realize just how much her body, heck her hair, even the shape of her face, remind me of Celeste. And I realize I was starting to get turned on, looking at your girlfriend. I mean, I could really understand what you see in her. She's just a stunningly beautiful young woman, isn't she?"
"She really is," Melissa agreed softly. Her mother's admission was starting to arouse her as well.
"So you don't hate me for having the hots for your girlfriend?" her mother asked earnestly.
"Mom!" her daughter laughed, "I have the hots for her each and every minute of each and every day! How can I possibly be mad if someone else does? You're right. She is gorgeous. I'm just surprised more people don't seem to see it. So no, I don't hate you at all. In fact, the entire thought of it is getting me really wet," Melissa confessed, squirming a little in her seat to emphasize the point. "I already had a secret fantasy that all five of us – you, me, Keith, and both the Muller kids – would be able to fuck non-stop together when they stay with us the week after next."
"Really? Oh, my sweet baby, that's a beautiful fantasy. I think it actually may come true, too!" she blurted.
"For real?" Melissa cried. "I hoped, and I knew that Brad would be up for it – he's already fucking me and his sister and he can't wait to get his cock inside your hot cunt," she leered, which made her mother giggle. "Steph was the one I was worried about. But it sounds like maybe you had some kind of breakthrough tonight?"
"Uh, yeah, I'd say so," her mother nodded, wide eyed. "So it happened when I suggested that perhaps I'd better put a finger, no, maybe two inside her just to make sure there really wasn't any injury or tearing, you know."
"Mom!" Melissa cried in shocked admiration and, frankly, arousal at the way this story was unfolding.
"Oh, I thought I was being so cool and clever," her mother shook her head, "But in hindsight, apparently I wasn't fooling anyone. Well, I sent John out to get a replacement towel at this point and he graciously stayed away a bit of time to let us have some `girl talk' time, which we sure did! Stephanie confessed that I really wouldn't need the lube I'd asked for to put a finger in her because she was already really, really wet, and she admitted when I asked that yes, she was a little turned on by this whole situation, but that really, since you and she got together, she found herself totally wet and totally sexually aroused and couldn't stop it. So I assured her this was normal, and that I'd felt much the same when I'd hit puberty, which led her to asking about Celeste, and me admitting how much she looked like Celeste, and she made me admit that looking at her was turning me on, too, and that my pussy was dripping as much as hers."
"Oh, my God!" Melissa breathed. "Sorry, but this story is turning me on too much. I'm going to touch myself while you talk, okay?" She slid a hand down between her legs and began to slowly massage her clit.
"Oh, go ahead," her mother smiled, her eyes smoky, "I may do the same; it's turning me on again all over just telling you about it."
"So what happened?" Melissa was dying to know.
"Well, it might have gone farther than that, but then John came back, and by this time, I've got Stephanie lying on her back pulling her knees to her chest so I can get a really good, close look at her pussy. Just to make sure nothing was wrong, you realize," she gave a tight smile.
"Oh, of course," Melissa nodded with a knowing grin.
"So there I am with my face inches from Stephanie's beautiful cunt – it really does smell wonderful, doesn't it? I still can't get the scent out of my head."
"It really does, Mom," Melissa agreed, her fingers working assiduously back and forth in her dripping cunt slit. "She tastes even better. You'll see," she promised.
"Ohhhh, I hope so," her mother groaned, her breathing starting to deepen. Melissa could tell by the motion of her mother's arm that she was now busily probing her own cunt like Melissa was. "Anyway, I looked back for a moment at John, and couldn't help but notice that he's getting hard! And at first I'm thinking, is he getting hard from looking at his daughter? And then I notice that from where he's standing, he's got a perfect view of my entire tit through that loose armhole. So then I think, okay, that's nice, that's what I hoped would happen. He noticed me. And then I put a finger into Stephanie, and of course, I was completely turned on by how wet she was and surprised by how loose her cunt was until I remembered what you'd told me about Brad jamming his fingers into her earlier. And then I put another finger into Stephanie, and it's becoming more and more obvious that Stephanie isn't injured at all and is really loving what I'm doing to her. And I look back at John again, only he's suddenly right beside me where he can get a nice, close-up view of my tit, and I notice that he'd had to stuff that enormous, hard cock halfway down his pant leg, so I know that he's as turned on as I am, and I realize he's not just looking at me, he's looking at me, and he's ogling his daughter – back and forth between the two of us. Well, if I had any room to talk, I might have thought he was a pervert, but honestly, by that time the – what was it you said Stephanie called it? The sexual tension was so tight – for all of us, I might add – that I really wasn't thinking at all."
"Hoh, God, Mom!" Melissa moaned. "I so wish I'd been there to see that!"
"Huh!" her mother snorted, "If you had, I think that would have tipped us all over the edge and we would have all suddenly started fucking. As it was, when Stephanie actually admitted that what I was doing to her was arousing her there was this awkward moment when both John and I quickly stood up, only we were standing way too close to each other, like each of us wanted more only none of us dared to take the first step. I finally backed away, but it was really, really a close thing!" She shook her head again. "I have never, ever been in a situation like that!"
"Oh, God, Mom!" Melissa panted, "That story got me so fucking hot. It sounds like you missed a real opportunity, though."
"Oh, God! Don't say that!" her mother implored with a stricken look. "I already know I'm going to wonder for the rest of my life, what if I'd just given in? But of course," she went on with a sad shake of her head, "Real, grownup life isn't that simple. Giving in to impulses like that, however tempting, has real life consequences and repercussions down the road. Think – what would Stephanie have thought, maybe not at the time, but the next morning? Would she still have been okay with her girlfriend's mom fucking her own dad right in front of her? What about Brad? And Keith? I didn't even know how you'd feel about it. So no, I'll never know what might have happened if I'd surrendered to my desire right then. It might have been wonderful, but it could just have easily blown up completely in my face and destroyed two wonderful families, both of whom I love and care about very much."
Melissa nodded in understanding, her ardor temporarily cooled by her mother's hard-nosed practicality. She couldn't help wishing, though, that her mother had been just a little less sensible. Knowing what she did, Melissa knew for certain that it wouldn't have destroyed the families; it would have solved all the problems and let everything come out in the open. But she respected her mother and understood her fears. She would just have to work to remove those fears.
"So was that all that happened?" Melissa prompted, "Moment passed, came home, that's it?"
"Nnnnnot quite," her mother said slowly. "Two more things happened that you should know about. Once I'd shown Stephanie how to use the sanitary pads I'd bought for her – and imagine my surprise when the panties her dad pulled out of her drawer for me to demonstrate with turned out to be the same ones I'd bought for you that you traded with her – well, after that was done and we'd agreed about the doctor visit tomorrow, I went to say goodbye to Stephanie, and she suddenly pulled me into a big hug, which was fine," she gave a low, throaty chuckle, "Since I found it very pleasant to wrap my arms around her naked body. But then the little witch puts my tit in her mouth and starts sucking it, right through the clothes! Tonguing my nipple and everything!"
"No!" Melissa hooted. "What do you think she was thinking?"
"Isn't it obvious?" her mother asked, "She did it on purpose, of course. She left that big, wet spot right on my nipple where her father couldn't help but see it. She couldn't have told him any more clearly, `I want this woman, too. What are you going to do about it?' if she'd held up a fucking sign."
"Wow," Melissa breathed, somewhat stunned. "Usually Steph isn't quite that devious."
"I think you may underestimate her, especially where her father is concerned," Margaret said with a tilt of her head. "I think that is a very, very complicated relationship your young woman has with her father, with a lot of unspoken desires. That's why I'm telling you, you need to be really, really careful about encouraging any open pursuit by John, not without first being really clear what Stephanie really wants."
"Yeah, no problem, Mom," Melissa assured her yet again. "I understand. I'll handle it. You can stop worrying. But I have to say, I am really happy to know that Stephanie wants you, too. Oh, Mom! We're going to have such fun together when they're staying here!"
"I have to agree, it does look that way," her mother smiled under lowered eyes.
"There was something else you wanted to tell me about this evening?" Melissa reminded her mother.
"Yes, well, the other important thing, to me anyway," her mother said with a wistful smile, "Is that as I was leaving, John kissed me."
"Wow! That's- really?" Melissa exclaimed.
"Yes, and it wasn't a little thanks-for-helping-with-my daughter peck on the cheek, but it wasn't a wet, sloppy, passionate I'm-so-hot-for-you-all-I-want-to-do-is-fuck-you-and-forget-you kiss, either. It was full. And long. Right on the lips. Like- like-"
"Like the kiss of a man who's falling in love with a woman?" Melissa suggested.
"Yes!" her mother enthused and then her shoulders slumped and her face had an agonized expression. "That's what I thought at first, too, and I was so happy, it was all I could do not to sing and dance all the way home. But since then, I've had nothing but doubts. He seems to want you. He even seems to want his own daughter, not that I can condemn him for that – hell, I want his daughter, too. I just don't know what to think."
"Mom, let me try to help you out here, `cause I think you're making this way too complicated," Melissa offered. "Do you love Keith any less because he fucks me, too?"
"No," she said simply, "If anything, I love Keith more because he fucks you, too."
"And do you not desire me because now you want Stephanie?" Melissa pressed.
"No, of course not, but-"
"So don't you think it's equally possible that John could want me, and his daughter, and still be falling in love with you?"
"Yeah, it's possible, but-"
"No buts, Mom – except for mine. You're welcome to that anytime," she joked and was rewarded with a wan smile from her mother. "But you're right that the other kids in the two families have feelings that matter, too. I honestly don't think Brad is going to be a problem – he's already really pretty good about sharing me with his sister and I can't see him having any issue sharing you with his dad. Keith and Stephanie may be problems. So let's do this – I'll try to find times for you and John to spend more time together, and I'll also start working on Stephanie, sounding her out about the idea and getting her to accept it. Who knows?" she added with a wicked smile, "Maybe if I can convince her to be cool about John fucking me, she'd accept him fucking you, too."
"Hmmm," her mother smirked, "And of course you'd be doing this completely out of the generosity of your heart; the oozing in your cunt wouldn't have anything to do with it, right?"
"Well, maybe just a little bit to do with it," Melissa giggled.
"Are you sure you really want to do that?" her mother asked soberly. "Have you seen the size of that baseball bat he carries between his legs?"
"Yeah, I've noticed it," she admitted. "Pretty hard not to if you spend much time at Stephanie's house."
"Well then you know what I'm saying," her mother continued, "I realized he's every bit as big as my great big, black dildo," she said with a meaningful look.
"Which you know I've already managed to fit into my cunt," Melissa retorted.
"Not all the way in," her mother countered.
"What? You don't think I could make him come with his cock only mostly buried in my pussy?" Melissa snorted, enjoying the banter with her mother. "Besides, since you can actually fit that whole thing into you, it just means that when you do get John he'll have saved the best for last."
"Aw, now that was actually a sweet thing to say," her mother nodded appreciatively.
"So we're agreed?" Melissa asked. "I'll talk to Stephanie and you'll talk to Keith?"
"Talk to Keith about what," Keith asked as he entered the room.
"Oh, hi, baby," their mother smiled. "Your timing is good. Is your homework done?"
"Finally!" Keith complained. "That algebra is kicking my butt. I don't suppose you know anything about quadratic equations, do you?" he asked his mother hopefully.
"Sorry, no," she answered with a negative shake of her head, but then she brightened, "But John Muller is an architect. They have to use a lot of math in their job. I'll bet he could help you when you're staying with him next week," she suggested.
"That's- that's a really good idea," he said. "Thanks. So what's been going on here? You've been down here talking for a long time. What are you supposed to talk to me about?"
"Oh, lots of things," their mother said, "But if you're done with your homework, why don't you both scoot upstairs and get into bed. I'll be right behind you as soon as I straighten up down here. After the day I've had, I really, really need a nice family fuck!" She tossed the box of condoms to Melissa. "Don't forget these," she commanded. "You're going to have to be responsible for them from now on, and keep them with you! You never know when you might need them...especially the way you're going."
"What do you mean?" Melissa asked, mildly outraged.
"You know exactly what I mean," Melissa's mother countered, "Now git!"
As Keith and Melissa padded upstairs, Keith, with an impudently probing hand into her cunt slit as he followed up behind her, asked, "What was that all about? And what are those?" referring to the box she carried.
Ignoring his first question, she answered, "These, brother dear, are condoms, and you have to wear one if you want to fuck my pussy from now on until I have my first period."
They reached the top of the stairs and headed into their mother's bedroom. "Really? Why?" Keith asked.
"Because, silly, if you don't, you could make me pregnant," she answered with a superior air.
"Whoa. That's serious. What do they look like?" he wondered. They entered the bedroom; Keith turned down the bed for both of them and they clambered in.
"You don't know, either?" she asked, "I would have thought, being a big high-schooler, you'd know all about this kind of stuff."
"Surprisingly, there's apparently a great deal of information they don't share with freshmen," he noted sardonically.
"Well, let's see then, shall we?" Melissa grinned. They lay together, snuggled up and sharing a single pillow while Melissa tore open the box and extracted a thick foil envelope. "What do you suppose you do with this?" she mused.
"You tear it open and roll it down over your man's cock," their mother explained as she strode into the room. "Couldn't wait to play with your new toy, could you. I swear, you guys are like this at Christmas, too."
"Christmas might be a bit different this year," Melissa said thoughtfully. "Somehow I think a lot of the gifts are going to be X-rated."
"You're probably right," her mother guffawed, and then snatched the condom foil from her daughter's hand. "For Pete's sake, stop playing with that now. You can't put it on him until he's hard anyway," she said pointedly as she slid into bed next to them. "Okay, who's doing what to whom and how here? Melissa, since you got out the condom, does that mean you want Keith in your cunt first?"
"Um, not necessarily," Melissa said in a voice already growing thick with renewed lust. "I've already been fucked in my cunt today by Brad." She glanced over at Keith. "I was kind of wondering if you'd like to do me in my ass again."
"Happy to oblige," Keith grinned. He picked up the bottle of baby oil. "Ready to start when you are, sis!"
"I love the way this family comes together in a crisis," their mother joked. "Here baby, why don't you put that pillow under your hips and set yourself down here between my legs so you can lick me and make me come a few dozen times while I suck your brother hard so he can do his duty with you?"
"Sounds great, Mom," Melissa agreed and shifted her body as directed. She buried her face in her mother's cunt and found the scent both strong and comforting. She realized that her mother was right – Stephanie's scent really was unique, but she thought her mother's was unique, too. Stronger and muskier, but unmistakably hers. She began to lap the older woman's slit, slowly at first and then pushing her tongue more and more deeply into her mother's cunt hole, eliciting appreciative moans from her mother.
After a few minutes, Melissa raised her head momentarily to watch the sight of her mother sucking her brother's cock, which was already nearly fully turgid. "Hey, Mom," she called, "When we get going here, you want me to fist your pussy and ass again?"
Her mother pulled away from her incestuous fellatio long enough to shoot her daughter an alarmed look. "Hell, no," she said firmly. "I'm still really sore. I'll need the entire week I'm away to fully recover. When I get back, well, maybe that can be my welcome-home present, hmmm?" she grinned with a leer. "But right now, what you're doing is just perfect, thanks." She resumed sucking her son's prick, so Melissa returned her attentions to her mother's already sopping cunt.
After five more minutes, during which Melissa had steadily increased the intensity of her pussy-licking and shifted the focus of her tongue to her mother's large, fully engorged clit, their mother finally gasped, "Ohhhh! Jeez! I- hoh! I can't concentrate- oh, fuck! Anymore on you, Keith. Oh, shit! Oh, shit! Hunnggghhh! You're- oh, fuck! You're plenty hard- hunnggghhh! Hard now. Go ream your sister's ass! Oh, shit! Oh, shit! Damn, you lick pussy so fucking good, girl. Oh! Oh! Oh! Keep that up! Fuck, yes! Just like that!"
Melissa happily continued her depraved ministrations, beginning to lash her mother's clit rapidly back and forth with her tongue in the way she knew was guaranteed to bring her mother to climax soon. At the same time, she felt Keith's fingers spreading her ass cheeks and an oily finger pressing against her puckered anus. She concentrated on relaxing her sphincter and a soft moan escaped her lips as she felt the finger suddenly penetrate her. Melissa raised her hips slightly to give her brother more ready access to her butt, and soon felt the single finger replaced with a pair, which Keith proceeded to slide in and out of her repeatedly, finger-fucking her ass.
Melissa raised her head momentarily and said, "Do it, Keith. I'm ready now!" before dropping her face and resuming the buzzing of her mother's clit that immediately set the older woman to howling and cursing once more as her orgasm crept closer.
Melissa felt Keith move into position behind her and very soon felt the head of his iron-hard prick pushing firmly against her anal opening. "OK, Sis?" Keith asked huskily.
"Hmm-hmm," Melissa nodded in agreement, having practically to shout to be heard over their mother's pre-orgasmic ravings. She felt Keith press his rod slowly but firmly into her bowels and was surprised at how easily it entered. She realized that her sphincter must still have been partially stretched from the previous night and she decided that her mother's caution about needing time to recover might just apply to her as well.
As Keith's cock hit bottom and she felt the front of his pelvis pressed firmly against her ass cheeks as he buried his teenage dick inside her, their mother finally exploded into orgasm. "Haaiiiieeee!" the woman shrieked as her body shuddered and her hips bucked, forcing Melissa to seize the sides of her mother's ass and grip tightly to prevent her lips and tongue from being dislodged from their spot clamped around the older woman's clit.
Melissa felt Keith begin a steady rhythm, plunging his prick in and out of her ass, and she began to moan as well in response while she desperately hung on to her mother's spasmodically flailing body. Gradually, her mother's convulsions faded and Melissa could no longer detect the usual rhythmic pulsing in her mother's clit that she had learned to associate with female orgasms.
"Whoo!" their mother exhaled at last. "God, I needed that! Keep licking me, love, just slow down and let me build up to another one while your brother fucks your ass. How's it feeling, sweetie?"
Melissa raised her head and answered, "It feels really good, Mom. I wasn't sure I'd like it, but I really do."
"Mmm-hmm," her mother nodded with a knowing grin. "Like mother, like daughter. Hoh, yes, that's nice, love. Lick me just like that," she sighed as Melissa had lowered her face to her mother's cunt once more.
As Keith continued to plunge in and out of her rectum, Melissa realized that the anal stimulation alone, as nice as it felt to be filled up that way, wasn't going to be sufficient to bring her to orgasm, so she slid a hand down under her belly into her pussy and began to slowly frig her own clit, nodding in satisfaction at the amazing way having her ass filled up and fucked intensified the sensations as she stimulated her own cunt. It wasn't long before she was moaning and panting along with Keith and their mother.
After several more minutes of family sex, Melissa could feel the first stirrings of a climax beginning to tingle in her pussy, so she purposely began to rapidly suck and tease her mother's clit while at the same time she began to forcefully push back with her butt against Keith's thrusts, urging him to greater speed. Both of them responded immediately, Keith by grunting and panting heavily as he manfully shifted his fucking into high gear, and their mother by commencing her usual stream of cursing and obscenities that signaled her deep arousal. It only required a minute or two more of this intense stimulation to bring all three of them to gut-wrenching orgasms that had all of their bodies shuddering and jerking as the waves of ecstatic pleasure surged through them.
As their climaxes subsided, Keith collapsed heavily atop Melissa's sweat-covered back. He gently kissed the side of her head, and she eagerly turned her face around as far as she could to kiss his lips. He cooperated readily and they held their incestuous, tongue-plunging kiss for nearly a minute before Keith pulled back and said breathlessly, "Whew! You taste like Mom."
"Are you complaining?" Melissa asked archly.
"Not a bit," he replied seriously. "I love it."
"Hey, how about sliding up here and giving me a taste," their mother requested a little petulantly.
"In a minute, Mom," Melissa answered. "Keith's still inside me, and I want that feeling to last as long as I can."
"Right," her mother chuckled between her heavy breaths as she recovered from her orgasm. "I can certainly understand that desire."
After another minute, when Keith's deflating cock slipped out of his sister's anus with a soft, plopping sound, Melissa crawled up her mother's body to plant the promised kiss on her lips. Her mother sucked her tongue and licked her lips greedily. "Mmmm," her mother sighed at last. "I love the taste of me on your lips almost as much as I love the taste of your pussy."
"Wait until you taste, Stephanie, Mom," Melissa whispered in her ear. "She's fucking amazing!"
"Ohhh, I can hardly wait," her mother whispered back. She pulled her face back away from her daughter's. "Now," she commanded in a louder voice, "You've got something else I need!"
"Uh, sure," Melissa nodded agreeably. "What's that?"
"An ass full of my son's come, and I want it," she demanded, "And I want it now!"
"Wow! Sure, no problem," Melissa laughed as she scrambled around to shift her body and squat over her mother's face.
"And one more thing," her mother added before Melissa could lower herself completely.
"Yes, Mom?" her daughter asked, pausing in her descent.
"I need you to suck Keith again and get him hard enough to fuck me in my pussy before I go to sleep," Margaret explained.
"Uh, you mean after he's been in my ass?" Melissa asked dubiously. "Isn't that a little nasty?"
"It sure is," her mother agreed cheerfully. "Just as nasty as sucking his come out of your butthole. You can do it, I know, and I really need him hard one more time. Please?" she begged.
"Okay, okay, Mom," Melissa acquiesced. "Get that cock of yours over here, Keith. I've got work to do." She had a sudden inspiration. "And hand me the bottle of baby oil. I've got an idea, one I think you're going to love," she giggled wickedly.
As Keith moved to obey, Melissa lowered her hips the rest of the way, trying to position her anus directly over her mother's mouth. She didn't need to be concerned. Her mother seized her around the waist the roughly pulled her down to her waiting mouth. As soon as she felt her mother's lips make contact with her butt hole, Melissa concentrated on relaxing her already distended sphincter even further and was rewarded with the sensation of her mother's tongue plunging deeply into her rectum. She could tell that the woman was actually sucking greedily, hungry for the lewd contents of her ass, so she pushed outward, trying to give her mother what she wanted, but hoping she wouldn't give her a mouthful of shit in the process. Whatever the substances her mother was receiving, she seemed to enjoy it, because she moaned piteously as she tongued and sucked Melissa's bung hole and her hand crept down between her legs to diddle her own pussy. Melissa smiled contentedly and reached forward to squeeze and knead her mother's large, soft breasts, to which her mother grunted in appreciation.
Meanwhile, Keith had positioned himself on his knees on the bed beside her so his flaccid cock was right at the same level as his sister's mouth. He handed her the bottle of baby oil with an inquiring look, and then his eyes dropped to where their mother's face disappeared between Melissa's thighs and ass cheeks. "Is she really doing it?" Keith asked in a soft voice, sounding awe-struck. His eyes were wide.
"You mean, is she really sucking your come right out of my ass? She sure is," Melissa confirmed with a wry shake of her head. "I'm not sure what all she's getting down there, but whatever it is, she sure seems to love it," she noted, gesturing towards their mother's hand that was busily masturbating in her cunt.
"Wow," Keith breathed, "Mom's really something, isn't she?"
"She sure is," Melissa agreed. "Every time I think she can't possibly get any wilder or any kinkier, then she surprises me all over again." She paused to look up at him. "I'm supposed to be sucking you, remember?"
He laughed and pushed the limp member towards his sister's mouth, who inspected it with some unease before, with a deep breath, she took it into her mouth and began to suckle it. Keith sighed in erotic contentment as his sister's lips wrapped around it with their warm, wet softness.
But despite her trepidation, just as she'd noticed the previous evening when sucking her brother's cock after anal sex, the taste that was most prominent was that of the baby oil, which had a cloying, perfumed bitterness as well as an annoying, clingy sensation in her mouth. If there was also any of the contents of her bowels, she couldn't detect it. And anyway, the more she sucked, the less taste of any kind seemed to be there, so she figured that whatever had been on his dick, she was washing it away. She could do this, she decided, and resolved to be less squeamish in the future. Certainly, that seemed to be a requirement if she expected to keep up with her mother, she apprehended.
As she continued to suck her brother, she felt the first, faint stirrings of swelling start to inflate the organ once more, so she put the second part of her plan into action. Opening the bottle of baby oil with some difficulty given the requirement to keep on sucking Keith's cock, she squirted a bit onto the fingers of her right hand and wriggled them to coat them thoroughly with the slick fluid. After carefully closing the bottle and setting it on the bed, she reached around behind Keith and wormed her slippery fingers into her brother's ass crack, seeking his anus.
As soon as she found it and pushed a finger in, Keith gasped, "Ohhhhh! God, Sis, that's amazing! That's perfect!"
Having been pleasantly surprised by the ease with which one finger had slid into his rectum, Melissa quickly added a second finger and began to slowly finger-fuck her brother's ass, making her brother groan with arousal. He began to unconsciously thrust his pelvis in and out, fucking his sister's mouth, and Melissa could feel his cock starting to harden in earnest now. She carefully kept the tempo of her penetration of her brother's ass moderate; she remembered that her job was to get him hard, not make him come.
Meanwhile, her mother seemed to feel that she had recovered all she was going to from her anus and had shifted her incestuous tonguing to her cunt hole, plunging the thick, wet organ into her daughter's vagina as deeply as she could. Melissa found this action much more stimulating and shifted from her squatting posture to one of kneeling on the pillow, her thighs on either side of her mother's cheeks and the full length of her vulva now fully accessible to her mother's skilled tongue. She moaned aloud and she sucked air in noisily through her nostrils as her breathing deepened despite her mouth being full of brotherly dick.
Within a few minutes, Melissa decided that Keith was hard enough to penetrate their mother's pussy once more and released him, saying, "There you go, brother. I think you're ready."
Keith grinned and to her pleased astonishment, he bent down and gave her a long, wet, soulful kiss before disengaging and working his way in between his mother's legs.
"Get ready, Mom," Melissa advised, "Keith's ready to fuck you now."
"Hmm-hay," her mother acknowledged through her mouthful of Melissa's pussy.
Melissa watched with interest as Keith propped himself up on one arm and grabbed his now fully tumescent prick, still glistening with his sister's saliva, with the other hand and carefully guided it into their mother's yearning cunt. She could tell when her brother had finally slid it all the way in by the sudden intake of breath by their mother, followed by a deep groan of pleasure.
For the next several minutes, the Randall family enjoyed the experience of joyfully, lovingly pleasing each other as they fucked and sucked enthusiastically. Their mother continued to tease her own clit even as Keith ploughed deeply in and out of her cunt. Melissa had a new idea and retrieved the bottle of baby oil once more, squirting the clear fluid liberally over her mother's breasts and commenced kneading and caressing them thoroughly, squeezing the now erect nipple between the sides of her fingers and allowing them to pop off due to the slickness of the oil-drenched flesh. This had the effect she'd been hoping for as their mother responded immediately, arching her back in unconscious response to the lewd stimulation – as well as inspiring her to speed up the rhythm of her tongue between the folds of Melissa's twelve-year-old cunt.
Soon Melissa herself was arching her back and curling her toes as the erotic sensations her mother's tongue were eliciting spread through her body. She began panting heavily like her mother, and when Keith reached out to tentatively tweak one of her nipples, Melissa began to gasp, moan, and cry out uncontrollably.
"Ohhhh! God, yes, Keith! Hoh! Hoh! Oh, fuck, Mom! You- oh, fuck! You lick me so good! Harder, Keith, pinch my tit harder! Haaaggggghhhhh! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! Hunnggghhh! Hunggghhh! Oh, yes! Mom! Lick it! Lick my fucking clit, Mom! Hoh, yes! Just like that- oh, God! Oh, I can feel it, guys! You fuck me so good! I can feel it! You're gonna make me come! Hoh! Hoh! Hoh! Haaaggghhh! Oh, no! Oh, God! It's coming! Hoh! It's coming! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Here it comes! Oh, God! Oh, God! I'm-"
Her cries were suddenly stifled when Keith used the hand that wasn't cruelly pinching one of her nipples to seize her around the neck, pull her in close, and kiss her violently and urgently, his tongue impudently thrusting in with the same rhythm as that of his pistoning cock in and out of his mother's cunt. Melissa realized that he was coming, too, and they clung to each other, propping each other up as their bodies leaned against each other, panting desperately in each other's mouths and breathing in each other's breaths.
Realizing that her mother wouldn't mind in the slightest if she pissed herself, Melissa silently granted herself permission and relaxed her bladder. A hot, pungent stream of urine squirted down into her mother's open mouth almost the second Melissa's orgasm began and she could feel her mother's lips and tongue working to swallow it all. She just let herself drift in the orgasmic fog, secure and safe with the family who loved her and allowed the white-hot, electric jolts of ecstasy course up and down her trembling, young body for as long as they would.
Melissa was pretty sure that her mother was climaxing, too, and she had been pinching and twisting the woman's nipples as hard as their slippery surface would allow, but it was confirmed when she could partially see, beyond Keith's face, their mother's hands alternately clutching the bed sheets and pounding her fists spasmodically on the mattress.
Melissa felt such a sense of peace and joy that it was almost more than she could bear. As her orgasm wound down, tears flowed unbidden to her eyes and she found herself sobbing uncontrollably as she desperately clung to her brother.
"Wha- what's wrong," Keith asked, alarmed at his sister's apparent distress.
"N-nothing," she gasped between heaving sobs, "Ha- ha- happy," she tried to explain, "So happy!"
"Oh, Sis, it's okay," he responded gently. "Here, let's get you down and lying next to Mom," he suggested, and made good on his words by taking her tenderly in his arms and easing her down softly so that she was able to lie down beside her mother, where she immediately snuggling in a closely as she could under her mother's arm where she repeatedly kissed the side of her mother's pendulous breast as her chest continued to be wracked with sobs.
"Oh, sweetie, what is it?" her mother soothed, caressing her daughter's sweat-soaked hair. "Did I hurt you?"
"She's fine, Mom," Keith advised as he lay down on his mother's other side. "She's just too happy to hold it all, I think." He sighed deeply as he turned his face to his mother's. "Can't say I blame her," he added softly.
And that was all it took. Instantly tears welled up in their mother's eyes and she started sobbing as hard as her daughter. She pulled both her children into her side even more tightly and kept looking from one to the other as her breasts heaved with each deep sob as she wept freely. And a huge smile had locked itself onto her face that nothing could sweep away.
"Oh, my sweet beloved children," Margaret sniffled as her tears finally ebbed. She turned her head and kissed each in turn. "Thank you. I thought what I needed was to come, but that wasn't it. This is what I needed, just this – this feeling of complete, total love that nothing in this world can ever erase." She stopped and took a deep breath. "That's what you were feeling, wasn't it my beautiful, beautiful girl?" she asked as she continued to lovingly caress Melissa's head.
"Y-yes, Mom," Melissa agreed between shuddering breaths as she began to recover herself. "Just that – knowing that no matter what happens, and no matter where we go from here, we're going to go there together." She smiled over at her mother with a bleary but very happy smile.
"I couldn't have said it better myself," her mother sniffed, wiping tears from her eyes. "Thank you, thank you both for being who you are and for sharing yourselves with me so completely. I do so pity those parents who never get to experience what we have here."
She raised her head up and, after a glance at the bedside clock, muttered, "Shit! Look at the time. My loves, we've got to all try to get some sleep now or we'll all be completely useless tomorrow. I am so sorry that real life has to intrude like this, but you guys need to get up and brush your teeth and otherwise get ready for bed. I know," she added with a droll expression, "That you couldn't possibly have any pee left in you after what you poured into my mouth just now," she said to Melissa, "But if either of you do have to pee, please wait until you get back into bed. My pillow is already completely piss-soaked so there's no point holding back. I'm going to have to do laundry in the morning anyway." Keith and Melissa both laughed in agreement.
As both Keith and Melissa returned from the bathroom having washed as much of the baby oil off as they could and brushing their teeth, they found their mother standing by the door. "My turn," she said with a smile.
"Why would you have waited?" Keith asked. "There was room in the bathroom, and we could have shared."
"Oh, I didn't want to crowd you," she explained hesitantly.
"Mom!" Melissa blurted, "You can't `crowd' us. Not anymore. We want you as close as you can be, all the time. We're sharing everything with you, not just our bodies, but all our secrets and dreams. Yes, we're your kids, but now we're so much more than that. We're past being bratty children," she paused and looked at Keith for confirmation, who nodded and she continued, "We're your lovers now, completely and totally. So if you ever worry about crowding us, you just go ahead and crowd right in. We'll always make room for you, and if our bodies end up squeezed together just a little more tightly, well, we love it! Okay?"
Their mother looked stunned at her daughter's outburst, but then she burst into tears all over again and grabbed both Keith and Melissa, pulling them close. They embraced her willingly, kissing her face and licking her tears away long enough that the kisses began to turn passionate once more. "Oh, my sweet babies," Margaret moaned, "What did I ever do to deserve such happiness and such wonderful children? And why can't I ever seem to stop wanting to fuck you both, all the time?" she grimaced. "Sleep. We need to get to bed and actually sleep." She paused, "And thank you both, for telling me what I realize I needed to hear more than anything in the world. I love you so much it hurts!" she blurted.
"We feel exactly the same way," Melissa assured her and Keith kissed his mother with his agreement. "Now, go, Mom!" Melissa continued. "We've dawdled long enough that I think I need to pee again. And I know you won't want to miss that!" she giggled.
"No, definitely not," their mother agreed with a mischievous smile. "Go get in bed; I'll be right there."
When Margaret returned to her bedroom, she found Keith lying down under the sheet, but Melissa sitting on the edge of the bed. "Why aren't you in bed, too, sweetie?" she asked her daughter in puzzlement.
"Just waiting for you to get in the middle where you belong," Melissa explained. "You're the heart of our family so that's where we always want you. Besides," she giggled, "You seemed to like it when we both sucked on your tits in the night."
"Oh, my loves, you do know me so well," Margaret sighed happily as she climbed into bed. "Now," she asked briskly once she was lying down comfortably, "Who needs to pee?"
"I sure do," Keith spoke up.
"Oh, good, I'd hoped so," his mother sniggered. "Up on your knees, son. Your harem awaits your nightly wash-down!"
"Harem?" Melissa whispered into her mother's ear with a skeptical expression.
Her mother shrugged, "Feeds his ego. Can't hurt." But whatever else she was going to say was cut off as a strong stream of golden liquid from Keith's young prick splashed onto their faces and hair, and then down their bodies as the force of it diminished.
"Mmmm, nice," their mother commented as she licked stray drops off her lips.
"Your turn next," Melissa prompted.
"Okay," her mother giggled. "How do you want it?"
"Why don't we put our pussies together and piss into each other?" Melissa suggested wickedly.
"Oh, you are such a naughty girl!" her mother exclaimed, clearly delighted with the suggestion. She readily shifted her body around to place her cunt against her daughter's. Keith watched eagerly, very interested in the spectacle.
Once their legs were adjusted in such a way that their cunts were aligned and pressed as tightly together as possible, Margaret asked, "Ready?"
"Yep. Piss into my cunt, Mom!" Melissa exclaimed, then frowned in concentration to release her flow. Before she could begin, she felt the warm jet of her mother's piss actually pushing its way into her cunt hole. "Oh, Mom!" she cried. "It's really going inside me! That feels so cool. Hang on, I'm going to try to do that, too." This time, instead of concentrating, she forced herself to relax. That worked better and Melissa felt her urine start to flow. As soon as the stream started, she pressed hard, attempting to inject it up her mother's cunt hole in the same way.
"Oh, baby, it's working," her mother confirmed. "God, I really love this. We're going to have to do this again!"
"Fine by me," Melissa grunted as she squeezed the final drops from her bladder. She shifted her body to give her mother room to move, but the result was that a large dollop or piss was suddenly ejected from inside her cunt with enough force that it sailed through the air to land on her mother's rounded belly.
"Score!" Keith cried in delight. "That was awesome!"
"Oh, you like that, do you?" their mother asked defiantly. She raised her hips and, with a grimace, squeezed out a jet of yellow fluid from her vagina so strongly that it flew all the way up to splash against her daughter's breasts and neck.
"Ha!" Keith laughed. "Round one goes to Mom. I think you guys may have invented a new Olympic sport," he snorted.
"Don't be crude," his mother sniffed, but she still smiled.
Suddenly Melissa yawned hugely.
"I agree," their mother stated. "Lights out and sleep for all of us now. I can honestly say I think I've actually been fucked enough today. Would you mind getting the light, Keith, since it's on your side?" Keith complied and the room was plunged into darkness. "Good night, my beloved ones," their mother whispered. "Same rules as last night. If you need to pee in the night, don't get up, just pee."
Both Keith and Melissa whispered good night. She snuggled up on her side close to her mother, pulled her large breast close, and began suckling contentedly.
But her mother stopped her. "Sweetheart, that feels really good, but it feels too good, if you know what I mean. I guess I lied when I said I'd been finally fucked enough. I've been fucked enough to fall asleep, but if you keep that up, I'm not going to fall asleep, you know?"
"Sorry, Mom," Melissa whispered.
"No apology needed, sweetheart," her mother whispered back, "It was a beautiful, loving thing to do. Just not right now," she laughed weakly.
"Ok. G'night, Mom," Melissa whispered again. And almost before her mother uttered her final good night, she was asleep.