Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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The play-script form used for
Double Times 1, 2, 3 and 4
will not serve for the next episode of the sequence of my encounters with a pair of young transgirls in Portugal 20 years ago. In
Double Times 3 and 4
, my delightful transpanions described their initial sexualisities with their mothers. Those incestuous events led on in due course to a four-way affair which had been crucial to their development as transwomen, sexual beings and humans. It also surely underlay their engagement with a woman so much older and not unlike their dear mammas.
We lay on their bed, their heads pillowed on my bosoms, as they concluded their account of their love making with Linda's mother. After she had orgasmed, she had ejaculated them onto her breasts. Then, realising she was not satisfied, they had sucked, licked, stroked, caressed and fingered her to four more climaxes. After which they had declared their desire for sex with both mothers together.
Not surprisingly, their narrative had aroused them to the point of needing to come again. Their penises were jabbing at my legs even as they were fastening their lips round a nipple apiece. Their story had, of course, had its effect on me, too, and my vagina was exuding lubricant. Their sensitive noses registered the scent of a heated women, which they had, no doubt, first smelt not long before from their lubricious mammas.
'Turn over, please, Norma,' Kathy bade me, 'We want to come into you under your botty, if you would like that.'
'Anyway you like, my dear little mother-suckers,' I said, turning over. 'Just make sure to cram into my crack.'
They placed a pillow in mid-bed and arranged me so that my pelvis rested on it. They parted my legs a little and debated silently which one should enter me first. 'Lin will come first,' Kathy said, 'And I'll slip in on her jizzle.'
I felt Linda's cock probing into my crack, a little heat-seeking missile questing for the hot target. At the same time, Kathy took hold of my cheeks and forced them together, while Linda slid the edge of her hand between them. I do love to have something to grip on with my bum while someone is inside me.
Kathy's tip found my vestibule, and, without haste, she drove slowly in, resting in place when she was fully home. She said, 'Oh, Norma, I feel as if my whole body is inside you. It's like being born again, but going in, not coming out.'
'That's my baby,' I said, 'Give yourself back into mummy. Right now I'm giving you birth again as you come. Give me your spermilk.'
She moved a little within me. 'Take me into you, mummy,' she said. 'Suck me up your vagina.'
'Push hard, darling,' I said, 'Push to be born in your foam.'
Linda said, 'I'm pushing you in, darling, pushing you deep with my hand on your bare, newly born, bottom. Do you feel me?'
'Hold my bott tight, Lin,' I'm going to come, to come alive in our mummy.'
'That's right, baby,' Linda said, 'Come for Lin, come for mummy.'
Suddenly Kathy cried out, 'I can't, I can't come!'
'Yes, you can,' I called out, 'Mummy wants your cum, mummy needs your cum.'
Kathy said, 'Must I come, mummy?'
'You must come, darling, come for mummy.'
She began to move inside me, and asked in a little girl voice, 'Mummy come?'
'Make mummy come,' I commanded, 'Be a dear girl and make her come with your coming inside her.'
'I'm coming, mummy!' she shouted, 'I'm coming. Here it comes! Oh, come!'
Linda shoved so hard I was driven into the pillow, but I felt Kathy's cock pulsing with her boluses of semen, and I came myself, thrusting my bottom back and up to contain her.
But even as I did so, Linda said, 'Let me have mummy now, darling. I need mummy. Give me mummycunt. And Kathy's cock and weight were suddenly gone, and within seconds I felt Linda's cock jabbing into my crack, even into my anus a moment, well-greased with Kathy's cum. I was, indeed, still in the last throes of orgasm as the cock lodged in my cunt and pistoned in on the cum.
Linda said, 'I'm inside mummy now. Can I come, mummy? Can I come, too?'
Linda edged her fingers into my crack and I felt her clasp Kath's bottom and push.
'Come, darling,' I said. 'Drive her into mummy, Kathy.'
'Yes, mummy,' Linda said, 'I'm going to come. Take my come, mummy.'
'I want your come, Linda,' I said, 'Give me your come, and come alive.'
I felt her cock stiffen as she whispered, 'I'm coming into you, mummy. Oh, mummycome, mummycunt! Now.'
Hardly had her cock stopped spasming than she, too, abruptly withdrew. I understood it was because they needed to cling together, breast to breast, cock to cock. They had consummated their liaison again, as they needed to keep doing, and would shortly enact a further ritual intercourse to consummate it in yet another way. Their whole life together, I realised, was a continuous enactment of their all-consuming passion, their endless wedding.
There was a long interval while we lay in a tangled heap, half asleep. I reflected that others were sometimes needed in the role of priestess, goddess, servitor, vessel. I was, and had been since we first met, and they ejaculated into the sand in the cove, the medium, the earth-mother, whose body enabled them to be at one. No wonder they had wanted me to be mother, for they were sisters, body and soul, daughters from my vagina.
I, and any other woman who would give herself to be so, was the ocean in which twin Aphrodites were re-born in their foam and my secretions. They were repeatedly re-virgined in a series of vaginas. They had just re-enacted that crucial ceremony with their mothers, which they had yet to relate, but which they had now shown me.
Before they resorted to words, however, there was one more ritual, and Linda said, 'You know what we need to do now, Norma. We need your help.'
