Deon uses mind control on his mother to get her to accept the relationship with his sister; begins to seduce Mom. Not a lot of overt sex, but sets stage for bang-up threesome. Votes and comments welcome. Jb7
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"Deon! What are you...Stop it now! Deon! You shouldn't ...oh, oh Deon, don't... stop it this instant! Deo...n; oh, baby what are you doing to me? Don't...stop...oh, noooo; oh, baby, no. you're going to make me...ooooohhhhh, nooooo! What are you...Oh, god, Deon! Nooo...oh Yessssss, harder...faster! Yessss! Like that, baby! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yesssss! That's it, baby! Like that! Come on...come in your momma! Give me a baby...your baby...our baby! Do it! Come on; that's it, come on, come in me! Let me feel you come...let me feel your cum! Go, baby, go! Yesssssss; mmm, yes, baby, you did good. Momma's happy. Your Momma loves you, baby."
Two weeks ago, Deon had awakened his sister's friend, Mary, by gently lapping at her labia with his tongue. Barely able to open her eyes, she had complained, "Mmmm, I'll give you a month to stop that, whoever you are."
"Only a month? I'm insulted," Deon laughed. Moving up her body he thrust his pussy juice coated tongue into her mouth, ignoring her stale morning breath.
Before she had time to think about what was happening to her, she felt him enter her barely used pussy and begin the eternal mating dance. "Good God! Are you two at it already?" she heard from the bed beside her. She turned her head and saw Sally leaning on her elbow, hair tousled from sleep and sex last night, she assumed.
"Morning, sleepy," Mary said. "Your brother decided to wake me up with a very nice kiss, then he started this. Oh, oh," she said, her eyes growing wide. "Uhh, Gideon, you need to stop or there's going to be a disaster I don't want to think about cleaning up after." With a short laugh, Deon pulled out of the recent virgin and rolled off to the center of the bed. Mary got up and hurried to the bathroom, small explosions of gas following her.
Laughing, he turned to face his sister. "Forget it," she said. "I have to follow her when she comes back. My bladder needs a ton of relief."
"There's the master bath in Mom's room," he pointed out. Her face lit up with a smile. Giving him a brief peck on the lips she jumped out of bed and ran to her mother's room. Before the flush was finished, she was back in Deon's room, impaled on his rampant prick.
Mary finished her business and the associated clean up. She had just passed Sally's room, on her way back, when she spied Kate coming up the stairs. Kate had caught an early flight, hoping to get home to celebrate her daughter's eighteenth birthday with her today. She had been able to take advantage of a cancellation on a flight which got her home five hours earlier than her scheduled flight; eight AM instead of one PM.
Kate was shocked, not to see Mary; she had stayed over with Sally many times, but to see her nude, knowing her son was home. She greeted the teenager, "Good morning, Mary. Are Deon and Sally around?"
Not knowing what to say, Mary glanced at Deon's open door, through which she could plainly hear the sounds of working bedsprings. Her glance called Kate's attention to the sounds coming from her son's room. She walked into the room just ahead of Mary, and stopped, two steps into the room.
She saw her children, both fully nude, obviously totally engaged in the activity called the double-backed beast. From the sudden cessation of movement and mutual groans, she correctly surmised it had reached the point of culmination. Without a word, she turned and brushed past Mary, leaving the three youngsters to their activities.
Mary hurried into the room and found her clothes from last night and rapidly pulled them on. When her friends became aware of her and what she was doing, Sally asked,"You leaving? How come?"
"Your mom's home, 'n' she saw you."
"Saw us?"
"She was just in here, and saw you as you were coming, I think. Then she just turned and left the room. I think I hear her in the kitchen." "Shit," erupted Deon. "I better go down and talk to her; try to explain." Before either of the two girls could react, he was out the door and down the stairs. He walked into the kitchen. "Mom," he started.
"I'm not going to talk about it until Sally comes down," she said, not turning around.
"I can..."
"Not until Sally's down." Kate turned to look at her son, barely registering his nudeness. "Then we will sit down and discuss it calmly, like the adults you obviously think you are." She suddenly noticed his state of undress. "And, for god's sake, go put some clothes on. Where in hell do you think you are? Your dorm?"
Deon looked down at himself, suddenly realizing his condition. "Oh, Christ! I'm sorry, Mom; I forgot." He turned and hurried back upstairs. "Astarte! Help!"
Back in the kitchen, Kate groped for a chair and sat down, her knees suddenly weak. Up in Deon's bedroom, when she had first seen her children copulating, she had been shocked to realize her reaction was not anger or dismay, but envy. For that reason, she had not wanted to turn and confront Deon alone when he had come to the kitchen. And when she had turned and seen him standing there, naked, it had taken all her strength to stand still.
"Dammit, Kate Davies, what in hell is wrong with you? He's your son, for shit sake! It's not like you're a sex deprived hermit. You can call on any of a half dozen men for a one nighter or a month's worth of lays; so, stop it," she scolded her self. Then she thought about the sight Deon had presented when she turned to confront him.
He seemed taller, more fit than she had remembered from when he had been home last month. And his sex organ! Even flaccid, it was over six inches. From watching him with Sally, she guessed it was easily eight or nine inches long. Thinking about him elicited a small moan and a feeling like she had to climax.
She started to reach for her quim when she heard steps hurrying down the stairs. A few seconds later she saw Mary run out the front door. She wondered if he had had sex with her, too. Remembering how she was dressed in the hallway, and was obviously on her way to his room, she laughed at herself for doubting it. She remembered his answer when she asked what he had been up to when he had called her back earlier in the week. What had happened to the shy son she had raised? There was certainly no sign of him now.
She heard voices approaching from upstairs and went back into the kitchen to check on the coffee. She was sure they would need lots of it to get through the conversation ahead.
On his way upstairs to get dressed, Deon had called on Astarte for help; what kind, he wasn't sure. He knew he and Sally were in it deep, and he had no idea how to get his mother to accept their relationship. What he did know, neither of them was in any sort of hurry to discontinue what they had started.
Astarte answered him with a light laugh in her voice. "Deon, you called?"
"Astarte! This isn't funny! Mom sounds like she's ready to kick Sally and me out of her life. I thought you said the women in my family were a sure thing, and that Mom was going to have my baby."
"I did, and she is. I didn't say it was going to be easy. If you want, you can turn around and go back to her, and force her like you did Jordan and Amanda. However, your culture's proscription against incest is so strong she may resent you, and condemn herself for yielding to her hunger, as she would see it.