Margaret Ash had lived a hard life. Her husband became violent when her kids were little, but she would have died to protect them and she had nowhere to run to if she left him.
Her twin children, Jessica and Robert - usually 'Jessie' and 'Bobby' -- had just turned eighteen and the three of them were secretly planning another attempt at a new life when great news came to them. The bastard was in jail. Margaret knew he'd be there a very long time; she knew the crimes he'd been accused of committing and had willingly assisted the police, plus they had dna evidence on him.
Her children were due home from school any moment and she was bursting with the news. When they arrived, noisily chatting as usual, their banter ebbed away when they saw their mother's beaming face.
Bobby spoke: "Oh look at her with the big grin. Did we win the lottery?"
"Better than that. We won a break from your dad. He's in jail and won't be out for five to eight years. And we'll be long gone by then!"
The twins looked incredulously at each other then rushed to hug her and each other all at once. Jess had as much to gain as her mum, she always seemed to pull his trigger without ever knowing why.
They went and sat on the couch together, Bobby in the middle with his arms around 'his' girls.
Margaret had her twins when she was seventeen. Her own father -- a man to be reckoned with -- made sure she married the father and that was what caused the resentment and violence to fester in him. Now, at 35, she was still a very pretty woman. Her long brown hair was almost always in a pony tail, which made her look young and bouncy. She was slim, even athletic in build with square shoulders, deliciously rounded hips and firm buttocks, a smallish waist, and shapely legs.
She had high cheekbones and soft, brown eyes over pouting lips. She knew, though, that her breasts were her most alluring feature. Her C-cups were crowned with dark round nipples that pointed straight out. Heck, they barely jiggled even when she brushed her teeth naked.
Her daughter was nothing less than a younger version of herself in facial features but ten pounds heavier, most of it in her tits. They were fuller and gave her a cleavage even in a v-neck t-shirt. Her face was rounder, too, but otherwise the joke that they looked like sisters was true for them.
Bobby was taller than them both, quite muscular, and tight like a wire. His short curly hair was lighter and he was handsome in a rugged way -- the rugged part was a result of a bent nose his father gave him when the twins were fifteen. Bobby stood between him and Jess to protect her from a raised fist which landed on him instead. He knocked his father down for the first time that night.
And now, snuggled together on the couch in the first glow of a life without fear, they relaxed into each other and planned the next steps of their lives. After about an hour, Bobby realised with some embarrassment that his right hand had somehow found itself beside and under his sister's breast. She held it there with her own hand; he was not quite cupping it, but it was not really appropriate either. Jess and his mum were in some detailed conversation that he'd tapped out of, so now he was focused on the warm flesh weighing on his hand. He kept still, thinking that she hadn't realised but by moving it he'd signal that it was there.
Minutes passed, and the conversation changed. They were talking about him now so his interest peaked. His mother said: "Mmm, it's so nice to be close to a man. I mean, Bobby, you've been the only real, decent man in our lives for so long now. It's really a good feeling."
With that she hunched her shoulders and hugged his hand to her. In doing so, his splayed fingers ended up square on her breast. He had to act -- she'd done it inadvertently, right?
"Er, mum. Could you, um..." He decided to lighten the problem with humour. "Jeez mum, you're hot and all but do you really want me groping your boob?"
She laughed. Jess looked across to see and laughed too saying "Hey! I thought we'd already agreed this family shares everything equally from now on!" Then she put Bobby's other hand on her breast. Bobby gulped while they giggled.
"Oh OK very funny. Have a laugh on me, no problem, but this is pretty awkward for a hormonal teenager you know!"
They were all laughing. His mum spoke again: "Oh Bobby, relax. It's so good to have a caring man's touch after so many years." Jess joined in with a little tease: "It's good to have a caring man's touch for the first time, too."
They giggled again but still Bobby had one hand being held to his mother's breast and the other to his sister's and their giggling made friction between his flesh and their orbs.
"OK you two", he chided, "I'd love to be all cosy and platonic about this and most of my body is complying, but I can't help..."
They'd always been close and honest with each other as a sort of team victory against the violence. It was not the first time either of them had made him horny, but it was certainly the first time Bobby had openly told them they were giving him a woody.
Margaret's eyes and mouth widened in a pretence of shocked amusement but his sister was bolder: "Oooh Bobby. Are you getting a boner?"
Out of reflex they looked at his crotch and they would have noticed a swelling despite the heavy jeans he wore. He said nothing but he was blushing -- highly unusual for him.
They relented and released his hands. In truth he could have pulled them away if only he'd tried, and they both must have known it.
The chatter recommenced but Bobby was disconnected from it and only partly joined in. He was flushed hot and his prick wouldn't relent. The fact that the breasts he'd touched belonged to his mother and his sister was a faint, distant fact; the more immediate truth was that he'd liked the feel of them. He was grateful when his mum went to the kitchen and Jess went to do some homework.
Finally, while reading a book, his erection faded. After the evening meal, which for once was focused around them and not the absent him, Jess went to bed early and his mum sat reading on the couch. Bobby decided to pamper his mum and brush her hair like he used to as a child.
Standing behind her, he undid the pony tail and fluffed her hair out. She rested her head back and closed her eyes. She loved this, an intimacy she had shared with her son many times over the years. Bobby knew how to ease her into a pleasure doze with slow brush strokes and by massaging her shoulders afterwards.
This time, though, he found himself trying to manipulate her blouse as he rubbed her shoulders to see down her top. It was a collared black cotton blouse, the top two buttons were open, and the contrast of her pale skin against the dark fabric had drawn his eyes there. As if it were part of the massage, he made sure the top of his mother's blouse was as wide apart as possible. He was then able to see a good three fingers' width of cleavage and to the top of her plain black bra.
He'd seen her bra before of course, even her cleavage from time to time, but he was still charged from the teasing contact with her breasts earlier. A thought eventually penetrated his resistant mind -- he wanted to touch them again.
He usually confined his rubbing to her shoulders and neck, but this time he ventured gentle strokes around her throat and downward. Sometimes he boldly pushed so far as to touch the top of her bra before retreating. When he did he could feel the firm flesh of the tops of his mother's breasts on his fingertips and again, with more rigour this time, his cock swelled and pushed against the restraining material of his jeans.
His mother spoke in a half-sigh, half-whisper: "Oh Bobby. This is so nice baby. Thank you." He got bolder. On one downward adventure, he left one hand with the fingertips at the top of her bra while he continued his caresses with the other. Slowly, giving her time to protest but hoping that she didn't, he pushed the invading hand down until he had two fingers to the first knuckle between her bra and her skin.
Hardly daring to breathe, he continued. He was shocked when his mother's eyes opened and she looked straight into his. He dreaded her admonishment, anticipated her slapping him away, but there was no such reaction. Her upside down face smiled, then she closed her eyes and wriggled her head for more comfort.
Bobby wasn't sure if she'd given him permission. Surely she had? She must know where that hand was, and she must have felt him pressing it further?
He was on fire now. His cock fairly throbbed in his pants. Desperately hoping Jess didn't return to interrupt, Bobby made up his mind. Trembling, he deliberately inserted all four fingers under his mum's bra, the tip of the middle one being tantalisingly close to her nipple.
The other hand gave up its pretence of a chaste massage and he slowly urged both hands further inside her bra until he found his mother's hardened nipples. She sucked breath in between her teeth, moved slightly to help his movements, then sat there calmly while her son rubbed her tits and pulled gently at her nipples. After ten seconds or so, she stopped him with her hands. "We'd better stop, baby."
Bobby left his hands there a little longer, but she was stopping him from moving them. Reluctantly he took them out. He massaged her neck a minute more, then she opened her eyes, smiled at him, and got up to leave the room. She kissed his cheek: "Thankyou Bobby, that was very nice."
Within minutes Bobby was in his room, his pants around his ankles, standing up in his urgency to relieve the pent-up jizz which flew into a waiting tissue he held there. His knees buckled and his heart raced, then he sat on the edge of the bed. He was aware of noises signifying his mother showering. He waited until she'd gone to her room, showered himself, and went to bed.
One thought stayed with him. He had fondled is mother's bare breasts and, for a little while at least, she had let him.
The next day, Friday morning, Jess and Bobby went to school and Margaret went to work in the supermarket. All day Bobby was distracted. All he could think about was what had happened and whether anything more would happen. He wanted more, but he also wanted to deal with the fact that the woman he desired was his own mother.
He wrestled with whether to talk to Jessie about it. For any other siblings this might have been out of the question, but these twins shared everything. They had no secrets. They even shared intimate secrets -- first orgasms, how they masturbated, who they were hot for. They'd never touched each other, but they'd certainly showed each other many things.
He decided he would try to talk about it in an abstract way. They were in a near-empty bus for forty minutes and he started the conversation.
"Jessie, were you freaked out when I got, er, excited last night?"
"No, why? We've talked about all sorts of stuff together, and don't forget I've actually seen your boner, right?"
"Yeah. Yeah I know. What I'm saying though is last night I got really turned on later. I jerked off twice and I still felt horny. Have done all day."
"Oooh li'l brother, are you stiff now?" She was teasing.
"No, but. I don't know..."
"Wait. You said 'later'. You got really turned on later?"
"Um, yeah. I was horny when you and mum held my hands to your boobs, but when you were in the shower I brushed her hair."
"You've done that heaps of times. She loves it. So why was this time a turn-on?"
He looked at her long and hard before he felt reassured by her gentle demeanour to continue: "OK. Here goes. I got turned on touching mum."
"What, rubbing her neck and shoulders like always? You've done that a thousand times. Why did you get two-wanks horny this time?"
Bobby said nothing, only looked at her. He saw her face clear as the reality dawned on her. She scooted close, conspiratorially looking around her though she knew they couldn't be heard over the whine of the bus engine.
"Oh Bobby. Did you touch her boobs again?"
He nodded.
"And she let you?"
He nodded again. She looked into his eyes and hesitated before the next question: "Skin on skin?"
"Yes."
"Oh shit Bobby!" She was smiling. "Wow!" Then whispering: "And she let you?"
"Yes. For a little while at least, then she said 'We should stop' so I did."
Jess turned sideways and took both his hands in hers. She could see he was conflicted.
"Oh Bobby, it's OK. And thank you for trusting me with that. Geez, and I was worried you'd got freaked out when we pushed your hands on us earlier! Don't worry. She's not a kid and she just wanted to feel like a woman for once, I guess. Like we said last night, you're the only decent man in our lives. Maybe she just got carried away in the moment... OK what? Why that look?"
"Because I can't think of anything else. Jessie, I blew two loads over that and I've hid hardons twice more today."
"Oh I see. Even if she just got caught in a one-time moment, you're not, right?"
He nodded.
"Poor Bobby. Look, talk to her. Tell her like you told me. I'll disappear to do some homework or something, leave you some space. It'll be cool, you'll see."
Some time later, as Jessie gave him a secret wink and an encouraging smile to tell him the alone-time had begun, Bobby sat at the kitchen table while Margaret fussed over a cake she was making. He'd already decided not to beat around the bush.
"Mum?"
"Yes baby?"
"Last night. I have to figure out what happened. Did you...I mean was it just like a quick comfort thing? For you, I mean?"
Margaret focused her eyes on the dough she was mixing but her mind was instantly awake and listening. She'd anticipated this conversation and had planned how to respond.
"No, not exactly darling. Tell me how you feel, though, so I understand."
"I feel weird. Not sick weird, OK? But weird like I don't know what to think."
"OK baby. Look, I'll level with you. It was partly because I've never been caressed by any man other than you. Last night the caresses got a bit more, er... adult than usual."
"Mum, I've had it in my head all day and I'm shaking with nerves right now. Tell me: Did you like it?"
"Of course, but I was worried."
"About what?"
She stopped her cake-making and looked him straight in the eyes: "I was worried it would have the effect on you that it apparently has. I'm sorry, baby."
"Don't be sorry, mum! I liked it too. That's the point. I liked it too much. He tried a smile. Way too much!"
He seldom saw his mother blush, now she blushed and smiled warmly. "Yeah, I think I enjoyed it way too much too. OK look Bobby. Grown-ups, right? Sons aren't supposed to touch their mums like that. And mums aren't supposed to let them. It happened. I have no guilt about it, and if you don't either then it's alright?"
"Yeah, mum. It is. I don't feel bad. Glad you don't either."
"OK. Now this cake won't put itself in the oven so why don't you go do some study?"
It was her way of ending the conversation even though Bobby had more he wanted to say. To know.
"OK mum. Thanks."
She smiled. He went to Jessie's room to tell her what had happened. They sat on her bed together.
"Told you it would be OK."
"Yeah Jess, but... my heart is pumping now. I'm still shaking, see?"
Jessie took his trembling hands in hers. She kissed them in sisterly affection, scooted closer and put her arms around his neck from the side. His went around her waist. She whispered in his ear "Own up. Are you horny for mum, or just horny?"
"I don't know. I'm a teenage boy. I'm always horny."
"Poor Bobby. I thought something like that. OK, here goes: You wanna jerk off? Get it out of your system?"
"Yeah, of course. Bit freaky going for a wank when I know you know I'm doing it though."
"No, you don't get my meaning. You got yourself off twice last night and you're still full of juice. Oh brother, you look so confused! Just shut up and enjoy, OK?"
She reached for his pants belt and undid it. She fumbled for the button.
"Oh Jessie, you sure?"
"We've seen each other's naughty bits before, remember?"
He did. They'd played doctor a lot, but they were both fully grown now and this was different. But despite the voice in his head that tried to stop him, he said and did nothing, only raised his hips off the bed to help his sister free his erection from its prison.
"Mmm, little brother. How you've grown!"
He smiled weakly. Her hands gripped him tenderly, spreading the precum over his knob then gently jacking. He was not circumcised and showed her with his hands on hers just how far she could pull his foreskin back, then he lay back on his elbows while she gave him his first ever handjob from another person.
A minute into his pleasure, she let go of his cock. It slapped against his stomach but with his eyes still closed he yearned for the next contact. Movement on the bed made him open his eyes to investigate. Her face was concealed inside her t-shirt as she pulled it off. Seeing his face as it emerged, she bit her lip and smiled. Putting a finger to her lips to 'sshh' him, she reached behind and unclasped her bra which she dropped beside her on the bed.
Bobby gazed with open mouth at his sister's tits. She cupped them from underneath then ran her hands over them, over her nipples, all the while grinning at her awestruck brother.
"Oh Jessie. They're perfect."
She grinned wider. "Wanna touch?"
He reached for them and she took his cock in hand again. They were at 90 degrees to each other on the edge of the bed and each had one thigh bent over the other's leg.
Bobby rubbed and stroked his sister's tits but very soon his pent-up desire boiled to overflowing. His hands stopped moving on her breasts as his thighs stiffened. Jess guessed why. Part of her wanted to make him cum wildly, without regard for the bed coverings. So she let it happen.
She was rewarded by ropes of hot cream that spurted from her brother and landed on her wrist and thigh, the lesser jets coating her hand. She was smiling in triumph when Bobby's eyes found hers. She could see the relief and gratitude in him, as he simply said: "Thanks sis. You're the best."
Her grin widened: "Yeah I know. You don't deserve me as a sister!"
Maybe that could have been the end of a chapter, except things took a turn a few nights later. The three of them had been packing what few possessions of value Bobby's father owned and had despatched them to be lodged with the State Trustee awaiting his release from prison. The rest they had simply dumped. There are few genuine criminal masterminds in prison -- the smart ones don't get caught -- and he was no exception. In an attempt to avoid debts he had put the house in Margaret's name. She was going to sell it, and they were moving up the coast. They wouldn't leave a forwarding address.
After each had showered, cleansing him from their lives forever, they were eating a celebratory pizza and sipping from cans of rum and cola. Margaret wore a pale yellow cotton dress with square-cut neckline, Jessie was in jeans and a black t-shirt. Neither wore a bra after their showers. His cock noticed too.
Margaret exaggeratedly drained the last drops from her can. With her head thrown back, Jess caught Bobby studying his mother's breasts. She could see her mother's nipples too, then the moment was gone and Margaret went to get three more cans. The three were merry, not yet drunk. Jessie spoke: "Careful little bro, you might get that trouser problem happening again. Bobby grinned back at her: "Too late!" He snickered at Jessie's admonishing finger.When their mother returned, Jess said: "Hey mum! Wouldn't it be nice if Bobby brushed our hair? Whaddya say Bobby?"
He could only blush at the obvious tease, but innocently Margaret said: "Oh would you baby? That would be so nice..."
They sat closely side by side on the couch. Bobby stroked and brushed his sister's hair first, while the two of them chatted. Then Jess thanked him, stood and walked away saying she had to finish an assignment and submit it online. She grinned wickedly at Bobby. He didn't know what to think. Had his sister just teased him? Was she daring him to try again with their mother? She knew he was horny. Hell he was always horny. Still, he went to work on his mother's hair, then on her neck and shoulders like always.
She murmured how lovely it was. Bobby made sure to manipulate the shoulders of her dress so as to improve his view down her top. It was maddening. His heart beat hard in his chest. But he dared not try to get his hands on her tits again. It was she who made the move this time.
She leaned forwards, holding her hair aside. "Loosen the zip, baby, then you can do my shoulders properly."
He unzipped to the middle of her shoulder blades. Margaret held the front of her dress to her breasts, Bobby resumed his gentle caresses. Her neck and shoulders were bare, all the way to the top of her cleavage. Perhaps she read his mind, perhaps she'd planned it. She whispered: "Maybe like last time, baby?"
He didn't answer, merely pushing her hands away to make the dress fall to her waist. He grasped her tits firmly, as if to make sure they didn't escape. Her nipples scratched his palms. He assumed she was going to let him feel them a little while then make him stop like before, but after a good minute he said:
"What if Jess comes back?"
"We'll hear her creaky door first. Don't worry."
Bobby began fondling his mum's tits with ease and confidence. Still standing behind her, he could now see what he was touching. But where to from here? How far did he dare go -- how far would she let him go?
He was a teenager and his raging cock had little conscience. So what if she was his mum? She was gorgeous and she was letting him -- no! She had helped him fondle her tits! Now he wanted more.
He went around to kneel in front of her now. She was looking him in the eye. He didn't feel weird as he parted her thighs to get close to her.
Margaret leaned forwards so she was almost nose to nose with her son. "Are you sure, baby? Don't forget I'm your mother."
His look gave her the answer. She let him push the hem of her dress up past the tops of her creamy thighs, until he could see the yellow panties she wore. The thin strip of fabric that covered her secret betrayed her state of mind. There was a darker patch in the middle.
Bobby looked at his mother's eyes. She was smiling but clearly nervous. But he had to see. His hands went along the outsides of her thighs until his fingers crooked over the elastic. He hesitated, looking at her for permission. She gave it by lifting her weight with her hands to free her butt from the cushion. So Bobby pulled down his mother's panties.
While her thighs were closed to allow them to slide off, Bobby saw nothing. Once the underwear was on the floor, though, Margaret sat forward on the couch, leaned back, and slowly opened her thighs for her son to gaze upon the cunt that had brought him into the world.
In the back of his mind he heard Jess start the shower. She seldom took less than twenty minutes to wash and dry her hair. It gave him a window of opportunity. Tenderly, cautiously, he put a finger on the outside, then pushed it inside her pussy lips.
Margaret lifted her son's face: "Baby this is really nice. I've never known a tender man, and I love you very much. But I don't want you waking up tomorrow and hate me for..."
Bobby put his other hand to her lips to hush her.
"Mum, I admit I'm burning horny, but I know what I'm... what we're doing. And I've wanted to..."
"It's OK baby. But I can't let you all the way. OK?"
Bobby looked again at his mum's open pussy. It was outlined with a short mat of light brown hair, neatly trimmed into a tight triangle above bare pussy lips. He looked up at her then focused on it again. She tenderly stroked his hair.
She parted the outer lips with her fingers for him to see the rosy pink inner lips, now glistening with her desire, and the darkened entrance to the tunnel behind.
Instinctively his own hand went to his aching cock. A little shyly, he looked at his mum. She must have read the messages in his conflicted face because she said: "Oh it's OK baby. Take it out, I'd like to see you too."
He fumbled his pants off, kneeling on them in front of his mother. She looked at his member over the edge of the couch. "Oh my! It's a lot bigger than when I used to bathe you!"
He smiled but it evaporated in lust immediately. He began wanking. His mother urged him closer.
"Let mummy help. Come here...Oh yes. It's hard and hot. You can watch me too."
She stroked her son's cock with one hand and rubbed her pussy in a lewd show for him with the other. Bobby marvelled at her fingers occasionally disappearing inside herself only to emerge wet.
He wanted, needed, to touch her there again. His hand stroked up her thigh and she let him simply cup her pussy with it before folding his middle finger inside. She sighed, Bobby groaned loudly as he felt the wet heat from inside a woman for the first time. He finger-fucked his mother slowly, curious and eager, while she continued to stroke him.
The events of the evening had generated an erotic charge so he wasn't going to last long. Her hand on his cock was more pleasure than he'd ever given himself and his face reddened and tightened in a grimace. Margaret knew he was going to cum and said quickly: "Up here baby. Do it here." She pulled his cock gently so he understood. With one knee between his mother's legs on the couch, his thighs began to stiffen as the boiling surged in his loins, then he was jetting hot semen on his mother's tits. Three lines of white cum were followed by a few lesser spurts that formed a little elongated puddle on her ribs, trickling down to get caught on the crumpled dress around her stomach.
She laughed softly. Bobby thought he saw a watery edge to her eyes, but it was lost in the throes of ejaculating on her. Still she gently stroked his cock, milking the last drops from it, smiling lovingly and proudly at him all the time.
Instantly he felt confused and afraid. She sensed it. "It's OK baby, really. I wanted you to cum on me. Alright darling?"
He nodded but didn't smile. His mind raced between the sight of cum sticking to his mother's tits and the knowledge that he'd put it there. It was one thing feeling her up, quite another to masturbate with her. Then he clicked into a new reality. He'd seen his mother's pussy. No, she'd shown him her pussy. And wanked him off. And told him to cum on her. It was all wrong, but very, very right.
The shower stopped. Wordlessly, he dressed while his mother wiped his cum off and she also dressed. They were smiling, blushing at each other. Her look told him it was OK, he hoped his look in turn told her he wanted more, and soon.
The rest of the night was unremarkable. Except for the vivid pictures in Bobby's head, it could have just been a fantasy.Bobby decided to go straight to his mum and deal with the fact that she'd seen him fucking his sister. As soon as he heard Jess was in the shower and he'd dressed, he went and knocked on his mum's bedroom door.
"Just a minute!"
He waited what seemed a long two minutes while his heart raced with dread. Then she called him in. She was dressed in a simple light pink track suit.
"Mum, are you OK?"
She was clearly upset, maybe angry: "Well I'm not sure. I don't know what to think. Bobby, what you two just did was incest."
"I know. We both knew. But mum, what you and I did was incest too."
"Yes. You're right. Can I level with you son?"
"Of course!"
"What bothers me is that it doesn't bother me. You didn't see me until the last minute but I was there watching in the shadow from the moment you entered her. I saw it all. And I just watched."
Somewhat clumsily, Bobby asked if it had turned her on.
"Yes, a little. OK a lot."
She was blushing beautifully. Bobby laughed gently. She caught his eyes and laughed too. Bobby leaned close and whispered: "I want to do that with you too, mum."
Margaret looked at her son's grinning face. She smiled back then went on in her 'sensible mother' tone: "Well, just think for a moment. Maybe Jess catching us would freak her out."
Bobby kissed his mum's forehead and made for the door: "That'll do me!"
Margaret was perplexed. She thought he'd meant then and there: "Huh? What?"
Bobby grinned at her: "You didn't say no!"
Margaret blushed and laughed as she realised what had happened. While trying to be all grown up and sensible she'd just admitted her desire to her son. At that moment she also realised that soon, maybe very soon, she was going to fulfil her newest and strongest desire: to fuck her own son. She just had to figure out how to fuck her daughter, too.
As often happens, circumstances created opportunities. There was a crash in the bathroom. Bobby got there first, Margaret arrived seconds later to see Bobby helping Jessie off the floor. She'd slipped on some spilt shampoo and knocked bathroom paraphernalia all over the floor. She was unhurt but Bobby fussed over her anyway.
Margaret looked proudly at the young woman she'd made. She realised Jessie was very much made in her own image, just a little heavier and with bigger tits. Jessie caught her gaze.
"You alright there, mum?"
"What? Oh, um, yes. Are you?"
"Yeah I'm OK. If either of you just wants to perve on me though, just go ahead before I get my dignity back, OK!"
Brother and mother laughed together and Jessie joined in. The way her tits jiggled as she did so elicited an immediate response from her mother. Margaret's laughter faded and Jessie caught an unmistakable glint in her eye as her mother's gaze lingered greedily on her naked body. She was confused at first, never having thought about her mum that way but she knew she'd seen that look of ignited lust before, that very day, just as her brother pushed his cock into her and took her virginity. Maybe it was a family resemblance or something.
Bobby saw it too. Jessie looked at him, saw the same glint, and then wondered if those bi-curious tendencies she had been keeping secret were about to take shape. Suddenly she was sure that she wanted to try but with her mother? Well, maybe, but she was entirely unable to see how to make it true. Bobby broke the impasse.
"Er, mum? Maybe now's a good time to tell her?"
"Tell me what?"
Margaret's face got a shocked, frightened guilty look then cleared as her resolve mastered it. She took a deep breath and looked into her daughter's quizzical eyes: "OK. Blurt it out, girl... I saw you and Bobby."
Jessie's mouth opened and she forgot for a moment that she was naked. But she needed to be sure: "You saw us...what?"
"Phew. Never thought I'd say this. I saw you and your brother having sex."
Ten seconds of silence was filled with glances between the three of them. In Margaret's eyes was calm love. In Bobby's was - yes, that glint. She didn't know what her own eyes conveyed but her mum simply said: "Honey it's OK. I'm not angry. Hell, just the opposite. Jesus girl cover yourself up so we can talk without the distraction!"
Bobby laughed but Jessie was still shocked as she drew a towel around herself. She let them lead her to her mother's bedroom where they sat her down, mum standing in front and Bobby sitting beside her. She shook her head and hands and spoke: "OK, OK. I'm not sure what's happening. So, you saw us fucking. And did what?"
Margaret thought carefully before answering: "I just watched with pride until you were done."
There could be no mistake in Jessie's mind - her mother's words and her calm tone told her it really was OK. Margaret saw her moment. She knelt before her daughter. "Jessie honey, let me explain something to you. These few days have been the biggest high for me. Suddenly being free of your father has made a huge difference. I've suppressed desire for so long that maybe it's just boiled over. Probably the same for you two. So it's OK."
Silence reigned as Jessie processed it. Then she asked: "Yeah, OK. Weird but OK. Is that why you... and Bobby..." She looked with horror at her brother because she'd just realised she'd betrayed a deep confidence. Bobby's brow creased but his smile remained. Margaret looked at her son, he had to explain: "I told her about the first episode, and she, er, set us up for the second one."
"Oh really?" She pretended to be cross but it wasn't working. She went on: "I should have known, you two have always shared everything. OK, back to the point. Jessie darling, I want what started to continue. All of us, together. So we can all share everything, like we agreed."
She saw confusion in her daughter's eyes and she needed her to understand. Actions speak louder than words. Margaret held her daughter's gaze as she placed her hands on the tops of her thighs, pushing the towel up deliberately. Jessie looked at Bobby then back at her mum: "What are you...? Do you want...? Me?"
"Yes darling."
Jessie's heart skipped then beat hard in her chest. Now Margaret untied the towel and peeled it away from her daughter's chest, leaning forwards to kiss each nipple in turn. She never took her eyes from Jessie's partly to reassure her and partly for permission. Now Jessie was sure. Her mother wanted sex with her, and she was going to get it right now, even if Bobby was there in the room. She wanted to let her mother know, so she said: "Mum. Undress for me?"
Margaret smiled, stood, and pulled off her top before pushing her pants to the floor. She stood still while her daughter looked her over. Deliberately, she parted her feet wide so her pussy was open to her daughter's gaze.
Jessie was turned on but didn't know what to do next. Bobby had an idea. He scooted behind his sister and drew her backwards onto his knees, cupping and squeezing her breasts. Margaret again knelt and Jessie got the message. Opening her thighs, she shyly put her hand over her pussy. Margaret kissed it, then gently took it away.
Jessie swooned at the gentle first probing of her mother's tongue into her secret place. Margaret didn't know what to do so she just probed and licked until she found the right places. She had tasted her own juices before and knew what to expect on that score, but she had no idea how quickly her daughter would accept incest with her mother, and was pleasantly surprised at how much she bucked and squirmed in ecstasy at the intense arousal she experienced. A cock is one thing, a tongue is another, and Jessie knew now that she loved both.
Margaret knew her own clit was sensitive on the very tip and found her daughter's to be the same. It was just a tiny bud. Margaret learned how to suck the hood to drive her daughter wild: Jessie began to pant and grind on her mother's face: "Oh Jesus mum. This is fucking heaven. Bobby! Do it to her too. Lick her too."
The thought hadn't yet crossed his mind but now it seemed like the obvious thing to do. Margaret thought briefly then lay on the bed and arranged Jessie on her side with one leg up high and her own head on Jessie's lower thigh, then she lifted her own leg in the same way. All Bobby had to do was get his head in there and lick, which he did with amateur gusto. Margaret slowed him down and guided him, then cooed as he hit the right method before going back to her task between her daughter's legs.
She enjoyed her son's mouth but was intent on her daughter's pussy. Jessie seized up as she was flicked into a gentle orgasm but Margaret was far from done. Now she inserted her thumb in Jessie's pussy and a wet finger to the first knuckle in her bum. Jessie wiggled and pushed, then that finger was past the second knuckle. As it entered, Jessie tensed, squealed, and trembled in a second climax.
Turned on by her daughter's erotic noises, Margaret began a slow rise to her own orgasm on her son's lapping tongue. But now it was Bobby's turn to grasp an opportunity. Stripping naked, he knelt with one knee either side of his mother's thigh and lifted her other leg high. She mumbled from between Jessie's thighs: "Oh Bobby no, son..."
Bobby put the end of his cock just inside his mother's pussy and gently pushed. He was giving her the opportunity to stop him. Again she said: "Baby no." But her hips said otherwise as he sank into her. Before he'd got his third thrust inside his mother she was fucking him back and moaning into her daughter's sopping wet cunt.
Bobby pulled at Margaret's hips so she was on all fours on the bed. She pulled Jessie over onto her back and resumed her tongue assault on her daughter's pussy. Bobby was now behind his mother and thrusting deep and slow.
Jessie saw what was happening and went wild. She bucked and ground on her mum's face, screaming wildly as an orgasm ripped through her jerking body in ripples of pure sexual ecstasy. Margaret too was shivering towards climax and just as Jessie's washed through and left her in beautiful afterglow, Margaret groaned into Jessie's wetness like a human vibrator. Jessie was gently fingering her own clit while her mother licked her juices off her pussy lips until Margaret's own pussy convulsed and flushed wetly on her son's cock as she too came.
It was too much for Bobby to take in. He'd fucked his sister. His mum had licked his sister to orgasm, he'd licked his mother into a frenzy and now he was fucking her. He felt his balls boiling with his load, felt his cock swell to its limit, and wanted desperately to shoot inside his mother. She sensed his imminent explosion and warned him clearly: "Not in me, baby!"
As he had with his sister, Bobby pulled out just in time before grasping his pulsating cock and shooting onto his mother's puckered arsehole and over her bum cheeks. Margaret let him finish then put her hand over her pussy to make sure none of his cum found its way in. She had stopped taking her pill.
Basking in shared afterglow, Mike lay in the middle while his mum wiped the cum off her arse. He had a bright idea. He snaked an arm under each of 'his girls' as they lay their satisfied heads on his chest. Grasping a breast in each hand, they recognised his gesture. Just a few days before, this is how it had all started.
EPILOGUE
While Margaret was on her break, she arranged for the house to be sold. She extended her holiday, then resigned her job as she got a quick sale. They changed their surname to Margaret's grandmother's maiden name and moved up to the coast as planned, into a fabulous bungalow in a secluded lane which led five minutes' walk down to the beach.
Sex between the three of them, sometimes all together, sometimes not, became natural and free.
When they moved into the new place, Margaret made them stand naked in the front room facing each other and ceremoniously holding hands. The twins giggled, Margaret simply said: "There are no demons in this house. Whatever life holds for us in the future, this house, or any house which we're in together, is a safe place."
Bobby teased his mother: "Do we need to sacrifice a virgin now?"
Margaret smiled wickedly: "Well I'm still a virgin in one respect. I'll sacrifice that to you if you want." She pulled her butt cheeks apart and pointed to the puckered hole there before she walked off swinging her hips provocatively. Bobby gulped. Anal with his mother? Then Jessie joined the tease: "Oh good idea mum! Want mine too, little brother?" She slapped his butt and followed her mum, laughing back over her shoulder. Bobby stood there flushing red as his cock stirred and rose at the thought of bumming them both.
"Hey you two! What am I supposed to do with this bloody thing you left me with?"
His sister's face reappeared around the corner: "Oh bring it over here. Mum and I will think of something."