"I can't believe you fucked my son!" Victoria hissed.
"Why shouldn't I? You fucked mine." Iris sounded insufferably pleased with herself. "We fucked him together, didn't we?"
"You tricked me into that."
Iris laughed out loud, snuggling closer to Victoria and gently squeezing her tit. The sisters were lying naked together in the big bed that Victoria and Barry shared, on those occasions when he was at home. It was just after daybreak, on the day after Victoria had given in to her carnal need and fucked her nephew. Just as in the old days, Iris had snuck into Victoria's bed in the wee hours, awakened her, and started to play. They'd been kissing and fingering, cuddling, and sucking each other's pussies since then.
True to her nature, Iris had waited until Victoria was at the peak of a powerful orgasm to disclose her seduction of Kyle. Victoria was ashamed that the shocking announcement had intensified her climax even more.
"Don't blame me for what you chose to do, Vicky. I only provided an opportunity for you to act on your desires. And you can stop blaming yourself for wanting what comes naturally."
"This isn't natural! None of it is."
"It is to gals like you and me. Greg and Kyle are grown-ass men, Vicky. They're studs, we're still young and willing and damned good-looking if I say so myself. They can't help but get turned on around us. I sure don't regret fucking my son, not for a minute. And whether you want to admit it or not, you want Kyle. Hell, you got to third base with him before I even got here."
"I never said that."
"Not in so many words, no. But Kyle did. He told me all about it."
"While you were fucking him?"
"Duh." Iris kissed Victoria's nipples, making them hard again. "Kyle wants to fuck you, Sweetie. He's just waiting for the chance. Admit to yourself that you feel the same way."
As always, Iris's soothing words and love play acted like a narcotic on Victoria. And, as always, Victoria fought to resist her siren's call to depravity. "How can you not regret having sex with Greg? It cost you everything. Your husband threw you out. You lost your friends and your home."
"If you put it that way, I have nothing," Iris said with a shrug. "But I have Greg and I'm true to who I am, so I'm happy. On the other hand, you have everything the world values--fame, if you still want it, wealth, and a gorgeous husband. And you are miserable."
"I don't want to lose Barry."
"It's headed that direction anyway, though, isn't it? Have some faith, Vicky. Don't forget that I know Barry, too. He's not like George, not by any stretch of the imagination. Shake things up, and who knows what may happen? Take a shot."
Everything that Iris said was reckless and insane. Yet they made a weird kind of sense to Victoria and, as her sister avidly sucked her nipples and rubbed her clit, the redhead soon found herself willing to risk everything.
Hours later, the sisters stood by the glass doors in the cool shadows of the manor house game room watching Kyle swim laps in the pool outside. Bright midday sun gleamed on his shoulders and back with every long, sure stroke of his muscular arms, highlighting the chiseled muscle of his lanky frame.
"Look at him, out there," Iris prompted Victoria with a smile. "He's everything a woman could want."
"I know," Victoria sighed. "I'm not sure that I can do this. What if he freaks out?"
Iris chuckled. "That's not going to happen. He didn't panic when you jacked him off, did he?
You
did." At hearing Victoria's old doubts rearing up again, Iris hugged her sister close.
"Barry's three thousand miles away. But your big stud of a son is right here, right now."
Victoria had dressed for the occasion in the same tiny white bikini she'd worn that fateful morning in the Jacuzzi. The little triangles of the top barely covered her areolae and the bottom was nothing more than a G-string. Iris played with her naked ass, continuing to egg her on.
"Vicky, you know damn well that gals like you and me can't go without cock for too long. It makes us loco, which is right where you're headed about now." Iris's fondling sent electric sparks of pleasure flowing through Victoria's body.
"Just let me go on fucking Greg, instead," Victoria pleaded. "We can fuck him together, again. And you can fuck Kyle, and we'll just keep it that way."
"It's hardly fair to Kyle, is it, for him to know that you're fucking his cousin and leaving him out of all the fun?" There was a mischievous note in Iris's voice. "What kind of mother would you be, to deny your own son the pleasure of your pussy?"
She slipped a finger under the little strip of fabric that hid Victoria's mound, just grazing her slit. "Ohhhh..." Wobbly on her knees, Victoria sagged against the door frame. She grasped the door handle and slid it open.
"Go get 'im," Iris said. "Get out there and claim that cock."
The afternoon sun was hot, but Victoria still had goosebumps as she stepped onto the pool deck and headed off to fuck her son. It would be the most shameless, perverted, and exciting thing she'd ever done.
She'd trained since her teenage years to show herself off. Even in her flat beach sandals, she fell into the habitual, confident stride of a model on the runway. Her small round hips swayed with every step toward the pool, her long graceful legs scissoring to display the moist gap between the tops of her thighs.
Kyle stopped swimming and floated silently in the middle of the pool, appreciatively watching his mother approach. He obviously was expecting her. It dawned on her then how carefully Iris had maneuvered them into this moment.
"Think there's room in this wading pool for both of us?" She sat down on the pool rim, dipping her toes into the water.
Kyle held out his arms invitingly to her. She stayed seated, wavering one last time. She could still back out of this.
"Your dad will be home in a few days," she stalled. "I thought you and I should talk before then. About what happened the other day. Remember?"
Kyle grinned. "Don't think I'm gonna forget."
