Author's Note: If you've read my other stories you know I love dirty talking and dirty girls. This isn't real, it's just fun. If you don't like it, no problem, and if you do, please rate and leave a comment!
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The plan to bring my mother into our depraved world of incest and pleasure started to come together relatively quickly, though in the meantime my father conspired to get her out of the house as often as possible, sending her on errands and service visits whenever he could to leave the house free for himself, my sisters, April, and I.
We put it to use. Whether or not we could get mom involved, it was already the best summer of my life. With my father's enthusiastic participation, my sisters seemed to really be open for anything. Both of my sisters enjoyed hours eating each other out, and April spent a sweaty afternoon guiding them through a lesbian show for my father and I, culminating with me fucking Rachel and dad fucking Lily while the sisters made out, April getting herself off with a thick rubber dildo. On another day Rachel got her first double penetration, sandwiched between my father and I while he fucked her ass and I fucked her pussy. Lily wasn't quite as fast moving, but she loved being fucked doggystyle so she could lick her sister's cunt. She laughed that she was worried mom would see the rug burns on her knees.
And April loved all of it, each day coming up with new ideas for us to try. We'd finish a filthy fuckfest and then she'd turn to me, her face sweaty and cum-glazed, her tits red from the manhandling she'd received, her cunt still dripping, and tell me that she'd never been happier. "I love your family so much," she'd say, her face glowing.
"We love you too, baby," I replied.
"Now when can we fuck your mom?" she'd ask.
I hoped the answer would be soon.
We started with baby steps. First, my sisters began dressing more provocatively around the house, with shorter shorts and tighter, more revealing tops. As predicted, my mother made a comment to my father at dinner about whether their clothing was inappropriate, and he said that no, the human body was beautiful and meant to be seen for the glory of God.
"In fact," he said, "perhaps the real sin is being ashamed of the beauty that the good Lord gave us. Perhaps you should let the girls makeover your wardrobe too."
She looked at him strangely, surprised by his answer. This was not the message she expected. "OK," she agreed slowly. "I guess I haven't gotten new clothes in a while."
My sisters couldn't get her miniskirts and tube tops, of course, since she never would have gone that far, but within a few days her skirts had gotten tighter and shorter, ending a few inches above her knees. And her tops were even better. My sisters found v-neck shirts and sexy button downs that accentuated my mother's ample breasts, and when I fucked Lily late that night she told me they'd managed to get her to buy some new bras and underwear too. Nothing too slutty, but sexier than the basic white support bras she'd been wearing previously.
We made sure mom knew that we noticed. "Wow, mom, you look awesome," I said the next day when my mother walked in with a tight red skirt and a black button down top.
"You do look beautiful, Eva," my father confirmed. "Though you could undo a button or two if you wanted." He winked at her.
"Rick!" she said, blushing. It was really cute. But I noticed a little later that she had indeed undone two buttons, allowing the deep valley of her cleavage to appear. My cock stirred as I watched the jiggle of the little flesh I could see. I really wanted to rip it off of her, send those buttons flying, and expose the enormous breasts underneath, but I knew to do so would ruin our plan forever---and probably get me slapped to boot.
But my dad had a little more leeway. I overheard them that night in the bedroom. He hadn't had a chance to fuck any of the girls in two days, so I know he was horny.
Their voices were muffled through the wall, but still clear.
"Eva," he said, "You really looked gorgeous today."
"Thank you, Rick," she replied. "I thought I'd be embarrassed to be in clothes like this, but I felt pretty attractive. Perhaps that was pride?"
"No," my father answered. "I know I said it the other day, but I've been studying a lot lately, and I have realized that we've been living like we were ashamed of our bodies for the last several years, but our bodies are God's finest creations. We shouldn't feel shame for what God has given us."
There was a long pause, and then my mother said, "I guess I've never thought of it that way. I always thought our bodies were sinful because they could inspire lust. Shouldn't we be careful of that as well?"
This was the tricky part, but we had decided what Dad would say already during our last orgy.
"Lust is just another word for desire, and desiring the beauty that God has created is no sin, I think. Your body is a wonder, Eva. If that inspires desire within me, that's all the more a testimony to the glory of God. By enjoying looking at you, I'm really praising Him. To deny that is to deny Him."
Another long pause. I knew my mother was thinking.
"So, in covering myself and withdrawing myself from you . . . physically . . . in the last few years, do you think I've been committing a sin?"
I wished I could see as well as hear. I imagined my father walking up to her and taking her in his arms.
"Maybe, Eva. Maybe. But we can turn that around right now, if you're willing. We can rediscover this gift of God together."
My mother didn't answer, but within a few minutes the moans and whimpers I heard from the other side of the wall were enough to tell me she had acquiesced. I pulled my cock out and began to stroke it, listening to the sounds of their lovemaking. I wished April was here to suck it for me.
"Eva, you're still so beautiful. You have such gorgeous breasts!"
"Thanks honey. I...I've missed this."
My father had learned a few things over last few weeks, and I could tell he surprised my mother a few times. Her reactions alternated between surprise and pleasure.
"Mmm, Rick. It's been so long since you've touched me like this."
"I'm glad you're letting me again," he replied. "We have so much time to make up for."
"That feels good. I'm sorry for denying you for so long."
"It's okay," he said. "You can show me your penitence."
"Oooh, your tongue! Down there! Mmm! Oh, Rick, that's dirty!"
"What did we just say, Eva? This is a creation of God."
"But you're licking it!"
"I want you to feel all the pleasure that God designed our bodies for. That's why I'm licking you."
Slow down, Dad, I thought. Don't scare her off.
"Mmm. Mmm. Mmmm. Oh! God!" She wasn't scared off. She was loving it.
The next few minutes devolved into moans and groans while my father ate her pussy. She loosened up more and more as she reached higher and higher peaks of pleasure, telling my father how much she liked it and how good his tongue felt.
My mother's orgasm was soft, considering how long it had been, but it must have been satisfying. She let out a soft whimper and a groan, and then a pause before a final cry of "God yes!" I could almost hear her deep breathing, and then she said, "Oh Rick. I didn't know that could be so special."
"I can tell you liked it," he said. "I liked hearing your pleasure."
"Even though I took the Lord's name in vain?" she asked.
