Massage Therapy

When Richard Davidge woke up a number of hours later, there was an

incredible

feeling around his penis, which was hard again. He looked down to see his sister struggling to get his girth into her mouth, little more than the head really, as his mother quietly gave her instructions.

"Just relax your jaw...don't forget about your tongue...you can to be very liberal with your saliva..."

Rick stifled a moan as he saw, felt and heard what was going on, what his sister, Kristin, was doing to his cock while his mother, Janice, coached her. Kristin's technique was inexperienced and inconsistent, but the incestuous sight of his naked sister and mother more than made up for the amateurish fellatio.

He looked forward to how this "lesson" would proceed. He had already climaxed so many times in the previous 12 hours, so he was very relaxed and content to let the "lesson" progress at its own pace.

For several minutes, while she awkwardly sucked her brother's cock, Kristin had her eyes closed, tightly at times, as she occasionally winced in an effort to control her gag reflex. Her mother, Janice, was looking directly at Kristin's performance, continuing to verbally coach her while gently holding her long soft hair behind her head. When Rick let out an involuntary groan of pleasure, both women glanced up at his face. He was grinning from ear to ear. His mother smiled lovingly, and Kristin winked at him, her lips still stretched around his shaft.

For a short while, Kristin got into a surprisingly good rhythm. Once she'd figured out how to keep from gagging she managed to get about half of her brother's cock in her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down, using her mouth as a vagina, while her tongue danced around inside. With her mother's encouragement she also began sliding her hands up and down the lower part of where her brother's saliva-slicked dick was exposed.

Rick was in heaven, and he was surprised to feel the very early stirrings of a slow-building orgasm. He really hoped he'd be able to cum in his sister's mouth. But suddenly Kristin's rhythm grew erratic, and she lifted her head up, removing him from her mouth.

"I'm—I'm sorry, Ricky," she mumbled, reaching up and massaging her cheeks with one hand, keeping the other around her Rick's throbbing manhood. "My jaw is getting sore."

Both Rick and his mother told her not to worry; she did great for her first real attempt at it.

"For your first time," Janice said, "you just happen to have a..." She trailed off, glanced at her son, blushed profusely, then turned back to her daughter, "You just happen to have a very large, er,

specimen

to experiment on."

This made Rick blush as well, but it also caused his cock to twitch in Kristin's light grasp, causing her in turn to giggle and give him a squeeze.

"I'm afraid I teased him into a frenzy," she said, "and I'm sorry again, but my pussy is just a little too sore to go again just yet..."

She had started to say this directly to her brother, but at the end of that statement, she aimed her brother's long hard erection toward their mother. Janice smiled and nodded.

"I'll take it from here," she said cheerfully. "Watch and learn."

Rick's sister released her grip on her brother's shaft only when their mother reached over to take it in her own hand. She pushed her hair out of the way and scooched over so that she could easily take over the blow job while giving both of her children an excellent view. She licked her lips, let some fresh saliva drool directly onto the head of her son's dick, then took him into her mouth.

Compared to Kristin's sweet but simplistic style of sucking cock, Richard's mom was a practiced pro, and, while she couldn't quite deep-throat him, she managed to get several more inches of his dick into her mouth. Rick yelped like a virgin teenager at how fucking fantastic it felt.

"Jesus, Mom," he blurted, looking at her in amazement. "That feels...

so good

!"

It was Janice's turn to give him a wink, adding a moan of pleasure herself. Back when she was a younger single woman on the dating circuit, and even in the early years of her marriage, she'd grown to particularly enjoy going down on a guy. She loved how she could control just how much or how little she could tease a man, and she couldn't help but also enjoy the classic submissive element of it. If she was with a guy she really liked, was really into, she could even achieve orgasm herself without any other stimulation other than what her mouth was doing to her man's cock.

She of course loved her son very much, and now being able to engage with him sexually like this made her desire to bring him off with her mouth all the more compelling. Although she hadn't had a lover in quite some time before suddenly starting all this up with her kids, Janice knew she still had oral talents.

Kristin was taking notice, too. "Wow, Mom," she said. "You are

amazing

at this." She glanced up at her brother and they exchanged a look of lust and astonishment at what their mother was doing to him. Kristin smiled and said, "Ricky is practically drooling. You're going to make him cum, Mom."

Janice lifted her head up just long enough to say, "That's the goal!" She went right back to sucking, and her daughter watched and her son writhed in ecstasy, Janice actually felt her own pussy begin twitching and clenching in a desire to have her own orgasm.

Rick had started the morning thinking he could almost indefinitely endure having his cock sucked, but that had been with Kristin. His Mom was bringing her A-game, and soon enough he felt that slight tingling feeling begin. He moaned in pleasure and placed a hand on the back of his mother's head, enjoying the sight of her bobbing up and down, her talented hands twisting around his saliva-soaked shaft when it became exposed. She also started hefting and massaging his balls, and this is what started him down the path of no-return.

"Oh, Mom—oh,

Mom

," he stuttered aloud in an attempt to warn her of his pending climax. Janice thought he was a gentleman to be considerate of the fact that she might not want to take his load in her mouth. But the truth was, Janice

loved

cum. She hadn't tasted any for a long time, and she found herself getting almost drunk with the idea of swallowing her own son's semen. Just the precum he was now profusely leaking tasted like sweet nectar to her.

She continued her steady rhythm, now moaning herself as she felt the contractions of a minor orgasm. Out of the corner of her eye she could see that Kristin was once again openly masturbating, absolutely mesmerized by what she was seeing.

"Mom!" Rick called out again, this time in open pleasure, "Mom—yes, Mom! I'm cumming, oh god, I'm cumming!"

"Me too, Ricky!" Kristin screamed.

That was the final straw, and Janice had to steady herself as Rick's hips involuntarily bucked up once, twice, before she felt him squeeze his legs and buttocks together. Then she felt the first jet of semen blast into the back of her mouth, right down her throat. But she wanted to savor it, so she backed off a little more so that the head of her son's pulsing penis rested right on her hungry tongue. Two, three, four more jets of ejaculate squirted onto her taste buds, and tasting her boy's sperm served to actually intensify her own touchless climax.

As quickly as Rick could pulse out another rope of cum, Janice sucked it right down. Kristin had managed to open her eyes again as her orgasm washed over her, and she unnecessarily but sexily told her brother what was going on.

"She's drinking your cum, Ricky. Mom is sucking everything down. Oh my god, this is so sexy!"

Rick could only utter an animalistic grunt as his body continued to stiffen and jerk in the throes of an earth-shattering orgasm. But of course, his body could only produce so much man milk, and gradually the solid pulses of cum settled into a gentler dribble. The whole while, his mother kept her mouth on him, drinking him down, swallowing his salty spunk with insatiable hunger. Only when he actually started getting soft again did Janice

finally

let his penis slip from her mouth. She cleaned any last vestiges of semen from his dick with her tongue, until all there was left was a glistening thick lump of man meat resting peacefully against one of his thighs.

Rick's head swam in a fog of post-orgasmic euphoria. He kept one hand on his mother's head as she used one of his legs as a pillow, and with his other hand he reached out and was able to grasp his sister's naked hip.

Kristin patted her brother's hand and said, "You know that I'm not going to give up practicing until I'm as good at doing that to you as Mom."

They all laughed, and Janice knew that this was only the beginning of something truly and utterly amazing for herself and her two children...

* * *

Although her daily commute home from the office was solo, Janice Davidge couldn't help but chuckle aloud as she, for at least the hundredth time, reflected on how remarkably swiftly and easily she had entered into an openly incestuous relationship with her own flesh-and-blood son and daughter. Nearly two weeks had gone by since that first fateful afternoon when Janice walked in on Kristin bringing Richard to orgasm with her hand. Not long after that first shocking moment, rather than punish her children, Janice instead did what no mother should ever do for her children: she guided her son as he took his sister's virginity. Even more amazingly, before the night was over, Janice herself had succumbed to the lust she suddenly felt for her son and had taken him into her bed—with Kristin!

As she gripped the steering wheel, Janice grimaced with an equal mixture of desire and concern about the fact that, throughout those first few days together as incestuous lovers, Richard had freely and repeatedly ejaculated inside both her and Kristin, and neither of them had been on any form of birth control. Kristin, of course, had been a virgin, and had yet to date any guy seriously enough to the point that intercourse might be on the menu. Janice was fit and attractive, and still in her dating prime, but she had been so focused on work lately. When her supply of birth control pills had run out a few months back, she had simply not gotten around to having her prescription refilled. Until taking Richard into her bed her dating life had entailed hardly anything more serious than a coffee date with a guy in the last couple of years.

She chuckled again: she had broken her long sexual dry spell with her son. Her

son!

Janice gripped the wheel a bit tighter with the guilty recollection that she never took her daughter or herself into the pharmacy for the Morning After Pill, as they so very well should have. Kristin, in her all-too-recently virgin innocence probably hadn't considered that first-time sex could still lead to pregnancy. Janice herself simply had no excuse. Around the third or fourth time she'd let her son cum inside her she remembered vaguely rationalizing that she wasn't close to the more fertile point in her cycle. It was simply foolish hope. The bottom line was that the passion had been too great, the desire too strong.

And maybe...just

maybe

, deep down inside her obviously twisted subconscious, the thought that her own son might

possibly

impregnate her turned her on just

that

much more...

She had finally come to her senses, and for the last week both she and her daughter were now on the Pill. Janice was well aware that it would have been best to use condoms or otherwise prevent Richard from cumming inside either of them until they'd been on the Pill for

at least

a week, but again there was the hot and intoxicating notion that they would still be "at risk" for those first several days ...

Janice's knuckles turned white before she realized how tightly she was squeezing. But it wasn't just the wheel. This line of thought was also driving her to squeeze her thighs against her moistening genitalia. She was horny as hell for her son, and the closer she got to home, the wetter she got.

For the past two weeks, the routine had become well established: with Rick being out of school for the time being, he stayed home, helped with chores, and usually prepared dinner (cooking had always been a hobby of his) so Janice wouldn't have to worry about it when she got home. But before that, by about 3:00 each afternoon, Kristin would get home from school, and almost immediately after, the siblings would get naked. It became their little game to each day find a new place in this house to fuck: the kitchen counter, the living room coffee table, on the stairs... If they could more or less lean on it or have their weight supported by it, they fucked on it.

Janice's turn came at around 6:30 when she got home from work. Unless she was going to have a workout or go for a run first, she liked to take a shower shortly after coming home. Richard usually joined her in the shower, and then her bed, having recovered from his mid-afternoon sex with his sister. Sometimes Kristin would join them in the shower and/or bed; sometimes she would allow them to enjoy their own private time, since she could always enjoy her

own

one-on-one opportunities with her brother in the afternoons.

Little, if any, clothing was ever bothered to be worn by any of them during dinners. They would often cuddle nakedly together on the couch for a little post-dinner TV, typically with one or both of the ladies using their hands or mouths to keep Richard's manhood stimulated. This usually led to them turning in earlier and earlier for the night.

When they finally went to bed, it was always together in Janice's big California king, with Janice and her daughter "sandwiching" Richard between them, everyone nude. They really did get a decent amount of sleep each night—Janice, ironically still trying to be a good mother, insisting on it—but it was quite common for Rick to have sex yet again with his sister or mother, or both, at least once more before the sun came up.

Janice knew the routine was still quite in motion as soon as she got home that evening. She could see Kristin's clothes, including bra and panties, in a jumbled pile just inside the front door. Richard's clothes, basically just shorts and a t-shirt, could be seen toward the den. Janice kicked off her shoes and padded in there to see her children lounging on a huge couch, leaning on each other and watching TV. Naked.

Neither sibling made any move to cover their nudity as they turned from the show they were watching to smile at their mom. Janice crossed the room and leaned down, giving them each a friendly and motherly kiss.

She straightened and said, "Please tell me you did not get your bodily fluids all over the couch. I don't want to have to sit in a wet spot when we watch TV later." Her kids laughed. "Something smells good," she went on. "Do I have time to pop upstairs for a quick shower before dinner?"

Richard nodded. "Plenty. Dinner won't be ready for another forty-five minutes or so."

"Excellent," Janice said. She turned and started walking out. She hesitated slightly and glanced back at Richard invitingly. Her son grinned, and Kristin playfully pushed him off of her.

"Go," she said, "help Mom relax. I'll keep an eye on the roast."

Rick didn't need to be told twice. He suddenly launched from the couch toward his mother, who gave a playful yelp of "fear" and started running for the stairs. She glanced back again to ensure he was indeed chasing her, and her mouth watered at the sight of his long, thick penis flapping back and forth on his thighs as he sprinted. Beyond him, still on the couch and giggling, Janice's naked daughter cheered him on.

"Go get her, Ricky!" she shouted. "You have to make her cum at least twice before dinner so she keeps up with my score so far today!"

Janice had mostly stripped off her clothes of by the time she got to the top of the stairs. She was determined to be just as messy as her kids about where her outfit scattered about. She was just starting to slide her panties off when her son caught up to her and scooped her into his arms.

"Oh, Richard," she moaned, and they immediately started making out. Having intercourse with her son was of course the ultimate taboo, but the pure

intimacy

of making out with him made her heart flutter. They were far beyond experimenting or providing any form of sexual education for Kristin. They were lovers now. Just as Richard and his sister were now lovers. It made absolutely no sense, but Janice didn't give a good goddamned fuck, because she had never been happier, nor had her body ever felt so good.

There was a good deal of bumping and giggling as mother and son stumbled their way half-blindly to the master bathroom, each refusing to let up from the kissing to see where they were going. But they somehow got in there and then under the refreshing jets of water in Janice's massive shower. Janice stroked her son's cock into a fierce erection as he washed her hair. A few minutes later he kneeled and suckled her sizeable breasts as she washed his hair. It was a

quick

shower, and they were still dripping wet before they could wait no more and tumbled onto Janice's bed in a steamy lump of naked body parts.

After getting his mother on her back and her legs spread out, Rick began to move his mouth to her baby-smooth pussy, his typical starting point before they made love in earnest. But today, right now, Janice needed something else down there immediately.

"Not now," she begged, "Just get in me, Richard. I need my boy inside me."

Rick glanced up, his lustful grin widening. As easily as they had fallen into an incestuous relationship, they had also become perfectly comfortable with continuing to use enduring familial words for each other. If anything, they were even

more

turned on by the knowledge that they were doing what mothers and sons and daughters just shouldn't do.

"Okay, Mom," Richard cooed, as he climbed forward and between her legs. "You want your son inside you...so guide him in."

"Yessss...." Janice moaned as she reached down and wrapped her fingers around her son's thick shaft. She used her thumb to tease a glob of the pre-ejaculate fluid around his bulbous head, and she made sure his cock was lined up perfectly as he pushed his hips down and forward. "Yessss!" she cried out again as she felt his thickness begin to penetrate her tight opening. She had been dripping wet for him all afternoon, so it took only a stroke or two for him to completely bottom out inside her.

Both mother and son groaned with pure pleasure as they clutched in motionless coitus for a few moments. Richard held himself deeply inside his mother, luxuriating within the perfect wet warmth of her vagina. As he had been birthed from that vagina, he was truly coming home. For her part, Janice simply struggled to control her breathing as she allowed her beautiful, well-endowed son to stretch her insides.

They looked into each other's eyes. Their love was total, needing no words in this moment. Inevitably, Richard started pumping his hips back and forth, finally making love with his mother. Janice pulled him tightly against her with each thrust. She brought her knees up and pushed her heels into his buttocks, encouraging him to pump her as hard and as deep as he desired.

They made out. Throughout it all, they kissed, relishing each other's tongues as they continued to move back and forth. Janice usually

tried

to maintain the kiss when she climaxed, which happened quickly and frequently with her son, but often she couldn't contain it to a moan in his mouth, and she would have to break away to cry out in orgasm. This only drove Richard to thrust even harder into his mom, giving her the best physical pleasure she had ever experienced in her life.