(Note: All of the characters in this story are fictional, bearing no resemblance to anyone living or dead, and they are all at least 18 years of age. Also note: This story contains descriptions of incest.)
Abby Kittridge returned home shortly, dragging grocery bags and her two younger children, Jill and James. Jules was still sweeping out the garage when they drove up. His mother gave him the standard "you're disfellowshipped" sneer and ordered him to help carry grocery bags. Jules was used to her disdain by now. It still hurt, but he learned to retaliate by rolling his eyes and acting indifferently. Her shunning was not going to break him.
Jules was still recovering from his recent intercourse with Nancy. Their doggystyle encounter had been rapturous. Their missionary go had been euphoric. Nancy's pussy left him delirious with delight. She'd humbled him, extracting a huge amount of semen in a short amount of time. Jules was star struck. His cock hung heavily in his tightie whities, still smelling of its visit to his sister's poonan. She'd cum just as explosively as he.
Jules took a gratuitous swipe down into his underwear, drew his hand out and raised it to his nostrils. It stank of heaven. Jules slathered that smell across his lips and his chin. His mom was never going to hug and kiss him under his present circumstances, so there was no danger of getting outed on that account.
Now, as she helped her mother fix dinner, Nancy moved about the kitchen worried that her sin would be evident in her face. She refused to look their mother in the eyes, averting her gaze after the manner of the conscience-stricken. Her brother's cum leaked lazily from her pussy and her ass. Her panties, recently changed, were wet. Nancy just suspected her mother could smell it. Nancy's Christian conscience waged war against her sexual programming.
Nancy was torn. She envisioned Jules mounted atop her, unseeing, as his orgasm swarmed. She remembered the rush and the surge as her own orgasmic quiver bubbled up to overflow. She remembered, too, that Jules' cock softened at the critical moment. Had she done something wrong? Nancy felt that her own orgasm might have been more extravagant if Jules' erection had remained intact. They weren't in synch. Maybe they weren't meant to be in synch. Maybe his pre-mature launch was a harbinger, a sign that they weren't supposed to be fucking at all.
All these thoughts raced through Nancy's head as she hustled around the kitchen, helping to prepare the family dinner. She searched for an excuse to tell Jules "no". Clearly, he was going to want to continue their sexual interludes. Nancy wasn't sure a continuation was in the cards. Yes, she'd desperately needed to get her rocks off. She'd done so. Now it was time to repent and move on. That's what Christian women did, isn't it?
And yet her wettened panties reminded her that she'd left an order of magnitude climax on her bedspread. If Jules had just remained hard for a few more seconds, her explosion would have been more fully comprehensive. It would have dampened her desire for another go. Oh, why couldn't have held back for just a few more seconds!!!
"Nancy Kittridge!! Are you listening to me? Hand me those potatoes from the bottom of the fridge!!"
It was her mother. Lost in her ruminations, Nancy wasn't paying attention. Quickly, Nancy hunted out the potatoes and handed them to Abby Kittridge.
"I don't know what wrong with young people today. You're all space cadets, lost in another world," muttered she. "We still have to prepare for the meeting tonight. You'll have us late for dinner!"
Nancy was a bit flustered. She was trying her best (and failing) to display a sense of normalcy. Normally, Nancy was a rock, as dependable as the sunrise, as steady as the tides. Today Nancy moved in a fog of her own making. Nancy knew that she needed to start the repentance process. Her pussy was telling her something else. The resulting confusion cut into Nancy's efficiency. Nancy was aware of the deficiency.
Abby Kittridge was no slouch at mothering. She sensed that something was wrong with her daughter. In her wildest imagination, though, Abby would not have concluded that Nancy and Jules were engaged in incestuous fornication. It was too fantastic to consider. She thought that maybe Nancy's estrus was upon her and didn't want to mention it.
