Chapter Seven: Friday, July 4, 2003, 7:30 P.M.
So, there we were - James, me and our daughter Rachel - in our lounge... with me continuing to vacuum my husband's considerable, spermy load from my daughter's very puffy pussy.
Sarah, for some reason, immediately ran up the stairs carrying something in her arms that I couldn't quite make out. Our two boys, on the other hand, came right into the lounge and began to strip without saying a single word.
We all watched as they came over to where I was laying on the settee. They picked up their naked sister; each brother in turn kissing her on the lips. What they did next was astounding to me and Jim!
It was like being on the set of a porn movie, only the action wasn't staged for anyone but the participants - in this case, three of my children! There was some foreplay (though certainly no need for any): my sons' mouths and hands caressing Rachel's sweaty body; electrifying every possible nerve-ending. Then, Jimmy lay on his back with his wide girth proudly pointing skyward. Rachel crawled over to him, turned around to face his feet and very carefully and smoothly sheathed his cock in her ass!
Once her groin made contact with his, Peter knelt down and offered Rachel his tool to drool over for a short time. Then, he pushed his cousin/sister/wife back onto her brother's chest and began to shove his saliva-coated cock into Rachel's tight slot that was still oozing her father's potent baby-makers. Jim and I watched, transfixed, as the three of them screwed like pagans!
After a while, my husband came over and we swapped what little of his seed I still had in my mouth back and forth, then swallowed what we each had as per our agreement.
For ten more minutes, Rachel's brothers fucked her to the stars and beyond. On some wordless cue, they pulled out, scrambled to their feet, and sprayed her with their combined discharge from her face down to her distended labia. Then, they came over to where I was and those two young studs pretty much started over with me!
They made me kneel in front of them and clean their slimy tools and get them hard enough for more fucking. (Fortunately for me, Rachel's ass was clean!) Then they got down there with me. Peter got on his back - his now rejuvenated pole standing up proudly. My son James picked me up and and very carefully set my pussy down over his brother's cock, with me facing Peter. I slipped down Peter's rod and had a powerful orgasm! I felt Jimmy push my back down, my tits pressing onto Peter's chest. Peter helped by hugging me. Then James Jr. squatted down behind me.
I looked back and saw him holding onto his seven inch phallus that seemed to be the diameter of a pop can! I was alarmed, because I thought he was about to shove that monster up my ass. But, remember what I said about not asking what worse things could happen?
Sarah got back to the lounge just in time to see her twin begin to push his fat cock into her mother's already over-stuffed cunt!
"Oh, wow, Mom... your world is about to get rocked! I love it when they do this to me!"
"What did you just say, Sarah?! Ooooooo my Gooodddd!! James! they are splitting me in twooooo!!"
James stood there with his mouth agape as his sons double-penetrated their mother's pussy with their above-average-sized tools! How can I describe the feeling? How about giving birth in reverse? I'll give my son James good marks for the patient and careful way he just about killed me. It took about ten minutes of slow, rhythmic entry for me to suddenly realize that both these boys were bumping up against my cervix! Oh, man! It was starting to feel really good at that point.
Now, did my loving husband do anything to help me? Yes he did... he came over to my front, knelt down and offered me his cock to suck. I swallowed it immediately!
I quickly began to realize that Sarah must have been telling the truth about having experienced this. The boys established a very smooth rhythm; see-sawing their pricks into me; giving me the best kind of friction on my clit and G-Spot. I was swooning - orgasms washing over me at a rate of about two every five minutes. And they were making this moment even better with their banter:
"Come on, Peter... pound her good! Her pussy is so hot! Can you feel it?"
"Yeah, Jimmy, and she's juicing so nice like a mother's cunt should for her sons' cocks! Should we bust our nuts inside her or come all over her face?"
My husband, at that moment, had to go and be his normally helpful self:
"Boys, she doesn't have her diaphragm in and this is her most fertile time of the month!"
"Peter! Did you hear that! One of us could impregnate Mom! Let's do it. Second comer gets to let his swimmers surf on the first one's wave! I can hold off longer than you can!"
"No way, Jose! I have far better control than you do. Just ask Rachel!"
'Hey," his cousin/sister/wife said, "don't get either me or Sarah involved. It's all on how tight Mom can squeeze you with her pussy muscles!"
For over thirty minutes, my sons relentlessly pounded my cunt into submission... trying not to be the first to blow his wad into me. I loved it!It was by far the best fucking I have ever had.
Sarah had the good sense to pull out her cellphone and begin recording the action. Let me describe to you what she got:
She aimed her phone's camera right at the juncture of my double-plugged pussy such that the proof of our incest filled the entire screen. There was so much moisture, and you could easily hear their dicks slosh back and forth through my taut folds.
My outer labia were huge and purple! And they were stretched just about as far as possible. About fifteen minutes into the action, my crotch area began to spasm and a jet of female ejaculate drenched my sons' groins. Then, they both came in me within seconds of one another. James said:
"Let's keep going, bro. I can stay hard if you can!"
So, that's what they did. Sarah kept recording. She caught how their combined seed leaked out my quivering pussy and around their turgid shafts. My sons kept this up for another fifteen minutes! No porn scene was ever more explicit or nasty!
I remember thinking at the time that I felt like the whore I'd always been, but had put aside for two decades of domestic bliss. All the while, I chewed and drooled on my husband's tool until he blew his own load down my throat. Then, he collapsed onto his back whereupon Sarah handed her phone off to Rachel and then proceeded to clean off her father's cock right in front of me! That revved me up even more.
I could tell that Peter and James Jr. were both reaching the end of their abilities to hold back their second inseminations. Their movements began to get 'jerky'. Again, they both coated my cervix just milliseconds apart. Their convulsions lasted for over a minute.
My son James came out of me first. He reached down and easily picked me up and off of his brother's dick and flipped me over in his strong arms. Then Peter got up from the floor and both boys quickly took we upstairs to Peter's old bedroom where they gently laid me back on the bed. James got two pillows and, while Peter held my legs aloft, put them under my butt.
"What are you two doing?"
"We're helping you to get pregnant, Mom," Peter said as if I were being completely forgetful about how to maximize pregnancy. (In truth, I had forgotten.)
"You know, boys, your father beat you to it about two hours ago."
"We figured," said my son James, "but his sperm is going to get over-taken by ours in short order. So, chances are, one of us will become father to our own sibling!"
"Cool! Huh, Mom!" added Peter. "You'll be both Mother and Grandmother at the same time!"
"Yesss," I hissed. "Just peachy, Peter. What am I going to do with the two of you?"
"Fuck us some more!" said both boys in unison.
With that, my son and my nephew each bent down and took a nipple into their mouths and sucked hard. Then they each used one of their hands to stimulate my clit and pussy lips. They were attempting to bring me to one last orgasm... one that would vacuum up all their sperm resting now at the bottom of my vagina just waiting for the chance to go find an egg of mine happily floating down my fallopian tube (without a clue to the horde about to mob it, I would add), and complete this incestuous romp. They didn't stop until they had given me four more... the bastards!
Chapter Eight: Friday, July 4th, 2003, 9:00 P.M.
I must admit, orgasms do do wonders for getting pregnant.
Eventually, the boys (naked with cocks again erect!) left me to rest for a time on Peter's bed. When I felt myself strong enough, I got up on my elbows and looked down at my pussy to examine it first for damage and then to see if I were leaking spunk. Amazingly, it wasn't bleeding or even sore. All those orgasms, maybe? I don't know. Also amazingly, nothing was coming back out.
Of course, my pelvis was rotated back and all that cum was probably now sloshing around in my uterus, but you would have thought that at least SOME of it would have escaped! No way, Jose!
About twenty minutes later, I began hearing sounds (that could only be described as those coming from an orgy) wafting up from downstairs. I remember thinking to myself, "I can only imagine!" Of course, then I realized that I didn't have to imagine because I'd essentially just been on the receiving end of an orgy. I was getting very curious as to who was doing what to whom when I thought I heard a sound coming from a certain young grandson of mine.
Not wanting to go in to check on him in my birthday suit, I got out of Peter's old bed and made my way back to my own bedroom. When I went in, I was startled to see that the bed had been remade and that the room itself smelled just fine. I, on the other hand, smelled like old, stale gym clothes.
That was another thing I could not allow my grandson to notice, so I very quickly sponged myself off in our master bathroom, put on some panties (making sure to add a panty-liner), slipped on some jogging shorts and one of James' t-shirts, and went down to Rachel's old room.
When I opened that door, I got yet another shock: whereas Petey was asleep, in one of our old bassinets (that someone had retrieved from the attic) lay a baby that could not have been more than four months of age! It was a little girl... my granddaughter, apparently... by Sarah, perhaps? Right then, I wasn't sure. The little bundle was awake and smelled like she needed changing. Again, my emotions kept bouncing from anger to joy. But, when she looked up at me and cooed... I lost it for the second time!
