Part 13: Incest
Chapter 30: Incest - Christmas with the Morgans. Karen comes home.
When I woke up, Mom was awake next to me. I asked, "How long did we sleep?"
"Not too long. It's a little after four."
Then I noticed what had awakened me. Mom was face down with her ass in the air and her body was rocking slowly. Sitting up, I saw that she was slowly fucking her own ass with the dildo I'd used earlier. She smiled up at me and said, "Are you up for round two?"
That time we made love face to face, taking our time. We fucked for nearly a half hour, pausing often to kiss and hug, enjoying the joining of our bodies. When I finally came in Mom's ass, she was looking lovingly into my eyes.
I spent another fifteen minutes licking Mom's pussy, bringing her to multiple orgasms before she pushed me away saying, "We've got to get cleaned up. Karen will be here soon, and I promised we'd have dinner on the table when she arrives."
We took a quick shower together, dressed and went to finish making dinner. We had pork chops, steamed vegetables, roasted potato wedges and a salad on the table just before we heard Karen pulling into the driveway.
Mom and I greeted Karen at the door with hugs and kisses. While she went to cleanup, Mom put the finishing touches on dinner, and I retrieved her luggage from her car.
As we ate, Karen told us her live-in boyfriend, Darryl, would be coming in on the train the day after Christmas. We compared arrival times and figured out he was getting in within twenty minutes of Clarice, so we figured we could go together and make just one trip to the station.
As we finished eating, Mom stood and said, "Time for me to head back to the shelter. Don't wait up for me. I probably won't be back 'til after midnight."
After we kissed her and she left, I started clearing the table. I took a pile of dishes to the sink, and as I turned back, I saw Karen standing by the table in a lacy bra and panties. She jumped on me with her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist saying, "The dishes can wait."
It had been quite a while since she'd been that eager to have sex with me, so I suspected something wasn't right with her. As she tried to kiss me, I dislodged her and set her on the floor. She stood there pouting as I asked, "Problems with Darryl?"
She put her head on my chest and said, "No. I love Darryl, and everything is perfect, except the sex."
"Why don't you get dressed before you catch a chill. Then you can explain this to me while we clean up."
Karen grudgingly put the warmup suit she'd been wearing back on and started helping me clean up. As we worked, she explained again that Darryl was an inexperienced lover, and he wasn't very adventurous. "His family is so uptight about sex. He doesn't want to try new things that they might think are 'dirty.' I try to tell him that what we do in bed is none of their business, but I can tell that in the back of his mind he's still wondering, 'What would they think?'"
"When I do convince him to try something new, he feels guilty, so it usually isn't very good. But I could live without a lot of variety if Darryl didn't treat having sex like it was a race to the finish line."
"What is it about his family?"
"They belong to a very conservative religion. They believe sex is for procreation and should only be done by a man and a woman who've been joined by God. Darryl is willing to depart with them on the issues of premarital sex and birth control, but that seems to be as much as he wants to rebel."
"What kind of freaky stuff have you tried to get him to do?"
"Really wild stuff like mutual masturbation, sex outside the bedroom, oral sex. You know, all the freaky, deviant stuff I love."
"I know you love him, but I also know how much you love sex. Is this a deal breaker?"
"I keep asking myself that. He wants me to be happy, but he's having a hard time overcoming all the crap he learned as an adolescent and his fear of being judged by his family."
"We talked about it, and he said he knows there are things I want that he can't, or more accurately won't, give me. He knows my history of having casual sex partners, and he's okay with me getting what I need from someone else. He doesn't want me to have to resort to sneaking around behind his back, but he also doesn't want to know any details."
"Bree has come to visit a couple of times. Each time, he made a point of leaving the house for extended periods, letting us know he wouldn't be back for hours. He was giving us his tacit permission to mess around. We did, and it was great, but I felt guilty afterwards."
"So he knows about you and Bree?"
"And my other girlfriends. That's why his family hates me. I jokingly made a slightly risqué comment about a girlfriend at a family get together. Darryl's mom picked up on it and started grilling me. I got mad and told her that I'd slept with several women and loved it. She called me a sodomite and told me I need to repent. Then she threw me out of her house."
"She made a point of calling me the next day to tell me I'm not welcome in her house until I make a proper penance in accordance with her beliefs."
"What was really upsetting was Darryl pretending he didn't know about that part of my past. I was seeing a girl when we met, and I'd told him about her."
"That all happened before we were living together. I didn't hear from him for several days, but then he called. We talked and he apologized for letting his family treat me like that. He told me he'd come to terms with that part of my sexuality. Now he's walking a tightrope between me and his family."
By then we'd finished the dishes and were settling onto the sofa. Karen had opened a bottle of wine and poured us each a glass. We sat cuddled together on the end of the sofa, talking and sipping our wine.
We talked for a while longer about her and Darryl and what else was going on in her life. Then she asked me about Clarice and Patty and what was going on in my life. We talk a lot, so she knew most of what I'd been doing that semester. The only thing I hadn't told her about was the Fellowship, for obvious reasons.
Karen finished her wine and set her glass down. I set mine down too and pulled her into my lap. She put her arms around me, and then we kissed. Karen is very much a romantic when it comes to sex. If she's really horny, she'll get down and dirty fast, but she usually prefers a long, slow build up.
This time, we were going to take it slow. We spent a long time kissing and running our hands over each other's bodies. Karen likes to be held tightly and I like skin contact, so I unzipped her top and slid it off her before I hugged her body to mine with one arm. I trailed my fingertips over her arm, feeling goose bumps break out under my touch.
Karen stopped me long enough to pull my shirt off over my head. As we resumed kissing, she was combing her fingers through the hair on my chest and tickling my stomach. She stopped again to say, "Your workouts are paying off. You should go around shirtless so Mom and I can have some eye candy."
I could feel myself blush, but I was proud that she'd noticed. Instead of kissing me, Karen leaned down and kissed my nipples. I leaned back and focused on the sensation of her warm, wet tongue circling my areola. As she sucked gently on my tiny bud, I felt a definite twitch in my cock.
Karen had turned so that she was facing me. Now she shifted so she was straddling my lap. She ran her fingers over my stomach, causing me to involuntarily tighten my abs and suck in a breath.
As she ran her hands over my body, I undid the clasp on her lacy, purple bra and helped her out of it. After taking a moment to admire the beautiful shape of her breasts and her flawless skin, I cupped them in my hands, gently lifting and squeezing them.
While I played with her tits, Karen reached down into the waistband of my sweatpants, pushing down my briefs to find my cock. I was only half hard at that point, but as soon as I felt her fingers wrap themselves around me, my cock turned to stone.
Karen gave my shaft a few awkward strokes before she stood up and grabbed my pants. I lifted my butt, and just that quickly my briefs and sweatpants were on the floor.
While she was standing, Karen slid out of her own pants and panties, leaving her in just a pair of purple knee socks. She started to take the socks off, but I stopped her saying, "They make your legs look really hot.
Looking at each other's naked bodies there in our mom's living room, Karen said, "I still remember the first time we made love in here. I'm sure that's when Mom found out about us."
It had been one afternoon while Mom was at work, and we'd thought she wouldn't be home for a couple of hours. We still felt like little kids trying to put one over on our mother, so even though we thought we had time that day, our love making was fast and furious. We thought we'd finished long before Mom was due back, but she walked in just a couple of minutes after we were done. We told ourselves we'd gotten away with it, but you can see through to the living room from the back door, so we had a nagging suspicion Mom had seen us.
I stood and helped Karen lay down on the sofa and then I cuddled in next to her. We resumed our kissing as we both began teasing and caressing each other's most private places.
Karen had her leg over the back of the sofa, leaving her pussy wide open. I brushed my fingers over her outer lips and the crease of her thighs before I reached between her legs and tickled her ass. Karen gasped, but then she wiggled her ass back against my exploring fingers. I continued to trace all the places I knew would get her on edge and begging me to fuck her.
Meanwhile, Karen was lightly stroking my cock and balls. Her hands were keeping me hard, but I was in no danger of cumming any time soon.
I slid down so I could suck on her tits. Her nipples grow to almost an inch long when she's excited, and I love how they feel in my mouth and how they taste. Karen complains that bras make her tits sweat, but I enjoyed the salty flavor as I licked her pale, white skin.
While I sucked on her tits, I was running my fingers between her inner and outer lips. When Karen is aroused, her inner lips extend and fold out like one of those jack-in-the-pulpit flowers. While her pussy lips are small and delicate, her clit stands up nearly as big as her nipples. I was picturing just what she looked like in my mind as I kissed her and used my fingers to relearn her body.
Karen also has a strong, clean scent when she's aroused that never fails to make my cock throb. When her scent reached my nose, I had to taste her. I slid further down her body until I was kneeling on the floor.
She blushed and smiled when I looked up and said, "I still think you have the most beautiful pussy in the world."
I looked at it for a moment longer, breathing her scent deep into my lungs, before I reached out my tongue and ran it around her soft petals. As I did, a drop of clear fluid collected at the bottom of her slit. I lapped that up with my tongue, then went back to tracing her folds.
Karen and Bree had showed me how to make a girl "ride the wave" as they called it. They taught me how to tell when a girl was starting to orgasm, and they taught me how to ease up a little so she has a good cum but doesn't cum so hard that she's hypersensitive afterwards. That way, they explained, you can keep eating her to multiple orgasms.
