Meg and Jake Part 4: Mom's Secret
The last week and a half had been complete bliss for Meg. Long days of laying naked around the pool with Janet, masturbating and making love when they felt like it. In the evenings when Jake got home from work, the debauchery would continue with whatever one, or all of them, were craving. The three of them would spend the nights drinking and fucking, either in the house or by the pool. Every day was basically unadulterated depravity of some sort.
Janet had used Jake to teach taught Meg the art of sucking cock. The real trick Janet explained was to control the man's orgasm by edging them slow and squeezing the base of the cock. This way if they were getting too close to orgasm you could stop them from cumming. It also made for harder orgasms and loads more cum.
At some point last weekend both girls had Jake shave their pussies bald. This was followed by a suntan oil grinding session that would forever be burned in Jake's memory.
Janet had left a few days ago to head home for the summer. Her time with Meg and Jake had gotten her psyched about seducing her younger brother Sam. The more she thought about it, the more she wanted it, so Meg had driven her to the bus station.
It was Thursday morning, and their parents were due home Sunday afternoon from their Bible retreat. Meg had spent the last few days while Jake was at work cleaning the house to a spic and span condition before Jesus's Drill Sgt, their mother, got home. This morning, she was sidetracked on a mission to find a few of her old belongings that were put into storage when Jake took over her old basement bedroom. Jake had mentioned that they probably ended up in the loft above the garage.
The property had a large detached three car garage, a third of which had been converted to their father's workshop and office. It was almost like a barn and had a huge loft which was used for storage that stretched across all three sections. Once up in the loft, Meg had a bird's eye view of most of the bottom floor to include her dad's office. She got a little tingle thinking about spying on her dad.
Meg began looking at the stacks of boxes, all of which were labeled for easy identification. She searched for the ones with her name on them. A few minutes into the search a stack of boxes in the far corner caught her eye. It was a stack of about 4 boxes labeled "Mary", her mother's name. They looked to be the oldest boxes in the loft, and all of them had a heavy coating of dust as if they hadn't been touched in decades.
"Hmmm.... This may be worth a look?"
Meg thought. She loved being sneaky, and even though no one was home, the thought of being caught snooping was exciting. She opened the lid of the first box and peaked inside.
The box was filled with old photos and a few diaries from when her mother was a young teen. She flipped though the photos quickly, it was interesting seeing her mother as a seemingly normal young girl. Her mom was stunningly beautiful and looked very happy in all of the photos.
All Meg had ever known of her mother since she was a kid was her mother's devote religious faith. It was always overbearing, and at times was unbearable.
Meg opened the second and the third boxes, and they seemed to correspond with older ages. The third box contained items from about the time her mom and dad met, married, and were pregnant with her. More pictures and journals, but nothing ground shaking. The evolution of pictures showed her mother develop into a bombshell of a young women. Long legs and a healthy set of breasts.
Then Meg opened the fourth box and immediately caught her breath. On the top of the contents was and envelope with pictures spilling out. The first picture was of her mother, taken from a downward angle. Her mother was obviously on her knees and had the fattest cock Meg had ever seen in her mouth. She was looking up lovingly at the owner of said cock, which she assumed was her father. Her mother's breasts were naked and looked heavy. Meg picked up the stack of photos and began to flip though them slowly.
As she flipped through the images, she felt her clit begin to stiffen. Her dad must have taken these while her mother was pregnant with Jake. In several photos her mother was seductively undressing showing her engorged breasts and a "month 8" baby bump from the looks of it. She was a knockout, even in her late stages of pregnancy. Her mother had a fantastic body, and her tits were to die for, swollen and full. Meg's mouth watered looking at her mother's heavy breasts.
There were several photos of her hungrily sucking her father's most impressive cock, and the last few were of her mounted cowgirl style on her dad. In these last few pics, she was holding her massive breasts in her hands, and droplets of milk were dripping from her very dark and very hard nipples.
Meg slipped her right hand into her panties and began to slowly rub her clit to the image of her mother fucking her father. Her mother had a look of sheer ecstasy on her face as her breasts leaked. Suddenly, Meg heard her demon's voice in her head,
"I wonder how her pussy taste's? That milk looks good!"
Meg let her mind wonder as she laid the pictures out in order on top of a nearby box. She dropped her panties and took off her shirt so she could get at her nipples and began to masturbate in earnest to the photos of her parents.
As she rubbed her clit faster and faster, she imaged making her mother suck her pussy, "
Fuck yes, suck your baby's clit mommy! Make me cum mommy!".
Meg worked her pussy as fast as she could while she tweaked nipple with her free hand,
"Fuck me mommy.....fuck yes!".
She focused hard on the photos of her mother leaking breasts as she stroked herself faster.
"Feed me your tits mommy......F...F.....FUCK!"
She orgasmed hard looking at the milk dripping from her mother's tits.
Meg surprised herself at how quick and hard she came. She stood naked and sweating in the loft, looking at the photos she just masturbated too,
"What the fuck. First you fuck your brother, now you are jilling off to your parents?"
She felt dirty but she liked it. She brought her pussy fingers to her mouth and sucked them clean.
Meg restacked the photos and put them back in the envelope. She continued to look through the box.
"What happened to you two? You guys went from this to being fucking Jesus Freaks. It doesn't make sense?"
Meg had never thought about her mom as a sexual being all. She always dressed like a Pentecostal virgin. High collared shirts, bras that hid her figure, long skirts. Her mother Mary Jacobs was literally a non-sexual being. Meg had often wondered how her parents even managed to have children. She now saw they had no problem with the act, her dad had a monster of a cock, and her mother was a bombshell.
Halfway to the bottom of the box she found what seemed to be the last "journal", and it was only half filled. There was a ribbon in it marked the end of the entries. Meg opened it to the last page and the last entry. In her mother's handwriting were the words
"Only Jesus can save me from them now, or at least I hope."
"Who are "them"?"
Meg's mind raced as she found a place to sit, and then flipped to the beginning of the journal and began to skim read.
Mary's Diary Entries:
Entry 1:
"Today I am officially 6 months pregnant. The Doctor says the baby seems healthy. Joe and I have decided if it's a boy, we will name him Jake! If it's a girl, her name will be Isobel.
Entry 7:
"I'm close to 7 months. My little Meg is excited about being a big sister! Joe is very happy right now as my breasts have started to produce early. That man loves my breast milk. I will have to wean he off by the time the baby arrives."
Entry 9:
"Interesting day today. I stopped by a little shop in town called Greyson's Baubles and Books to pick up a present for mom's birthday. I met two of the most interesting young women, twins, Abigail and Meg Greyson. They look to be about 18 I think, a few years younger than me. They said their mother owns the shop. They were truly stunning young ladies, blonde hair with most piercing blue eyes I have ever seen. They were very kind and seemed to be fascinated by pregnant belly. It was almost like they were flirting with me. I may have imagined things, but I could feel their eyes on me the whole time I was in the shop. They made me feel sexy the way the looked at me. I kind of liked it"
Entry 13:
"The last few nights I have dreamt of walking past the bookstore in town. As I walk past, I see the two twins in the window looking out and waving to me. As I stop and wave back the sisters kiss each other very passionately. While I would normally find this taboo and unspeakable, in the dream I find it very erotic these two beautiful women, sister at that, are kissing so deeply. They touch each other's breasts, kiss, and then look at me longingly. "
Entry 18:
"More nights of the same dream. It is like I am being summoned. I have the intense desire to visit the bookstore again, but part of me is apprehensive. Is my pregnant mind just playing tricks on me. Are my hormones raging so far out of control.....? I yearn to see the two sisters again. "
"I have never been attracted to women, but I think about the twins every day now. I find myself wondering how it would feel to kiss them and touch them like they do to each other in my dreams."
Entry 22:
"I visited the bookstore today. Both Abigail and Meg were there, and it was as if they were expecting me. Both sisters said they would help me in any way at all. The smell of their perfume was intoxicating to the point I could feel my milk start to let down. I felt like a schoolgirl with a crush chatting with them."
"I shopped for a few minutes avoiding further eye contact. After a few minutes I randomly picked a book from a shelf and went to the register. At the counter they both giggled and commented on my choice of book, "The Kisses of a Witch", that sounds hot! Have you ever kissed a witch?" Abigail had said with a knowing smile. Then she turned to her sister, and they kissed a long slow passionate kiss."
"I stood there speechless, and I felt my swollen pregnant pussy become wet with desire. When they broke the kiss, I just mumbled something and left embarrassed. When I got home, I masturbated as soon as I walked in the door to the thought of the twins kissing. I don't know what is wrong with me, must be hormones."
