Sophomore Year Pt 13

Part 13: Incest

Chapter 30: Incest - Christmas with the Morgans. Karen comes home.

When I woke up, Mom was awake next to me. I asked, "How long did we sleep?"

"Not too long. It's a little after four."

Then I noticed what had awakened me. Mom was face down with her ass in the air and her body was rocking slowly. Sitting up, I saw that she was slowly fucking her own ass with the dildo I'd used earlier. She smiled up at me and said, "Are you up for round two?"

That time we made love face to face, taking our time. We fucked for nearly a half hour, pausing often to kiss and hug, enjoying the joining of our bodies. When I finally came in Mom's ass, she was looking lovingly into my eyes.

I spent another fifteen minutes licking Mom's pussy, bringing her to multiple orgasms before she pushed me away saying, "We've got to get cleaned up. Karen will be here soon, and I promised we'd have dinner on the table when she arrives."

We took a quick shower together, dressed and went to finish making dinner. We had pork chops, steamed vegetables, roasted potato wedges and a salad on the table just before we heard Karen pulling into the driveway.

Mom and I greeted Karen at the door with hugs and kisses. While she went to cleanup, Mom put the finishing touches on dinner, and I retrieved her luggage from her car.

As we ate, Karen told us her live-in boyfriend, Darryl, would be coming in on the train the day after Christmas. We compared arrival times and figured out he was getting in within twenty minutes of Clarice, so we figured we could go together and make just one trip to the station.

As we finished eating, Mom stood and said, "Time for me to head back to the shelter. Don't wait up for me. I probably won't be back 'til after midnight."

After we kissed her and she left, I started clearing the table. I took a pile of dishes to the sink, and as I turned back, I saw Karen standing by the table in a lacy bra and panties. She jumped on me with her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist saying, "The dishes can wait."

It had been quite a while since she'd been that eager to have sex with me, so I suspected something wasn't right with her. As she tried to kiss me, I dislodged her and set her on the floor. She stood there pouting as I asked, "Problems with Darryl?"

She put her head on my chest and said, "No. I love Darryl, and everything is perfect, except the sex."

"Why don't you get dressed before you catch a chill. Then you can explain this to me while we clean up."

Karen grudgingly put the warmup suit she'd been wearing back on and started helping me clean up. As we worked, she explained again that Darryl was an inexperienced lover, and he wasn't very adventurous. "His family is so uptight about sex. He doesn't want to try new things that they might think are 'dirty.' I try to tell him that what we do in bed is none of their business, but I can tell that in the back of his mind he's still wondering, 'What would they think?'"

"When I do convince him to try something new, he feels guilty, so it usually isn't very good. But I could live without a lot of variety if Darryl didn't treat having sex like it was a race to the finish line."

"What is it about his family?"

"They belong to a very conservative religion. They believe sex is for procreation and should only be done by a man and a woman who've been joined by God. Darryl is willing to depart with them on the issues of premarital sex and birth control, but that seems to be as much as he wants to rebel."

"What kind of freaky stuff have you tried to get him to do?"

"Really wild stuff like mutual masturbation, sex outside the bedroom, oral sex. You know, all the freaky, deviant stuff I love."

"I know you love him, but I also know how much you love sex. Is this a deal breaker?"

"I keep asking myself that. He wants me to be happy, but he's having a hard time overcoming all the crap he learned as an adolescent and his fear of being judged by his family."

"We talked about it, and he said he knows there are things I want that he can't, or more accurately won't, give me. He knows my history of having casual sex partners, and he's okay with me getting what I need from someone else. He doesn't want me to have to resort to sneaking around behind his back, but he also doesn't want to know any details."

"Bree has come to visit a couple of times. Each time, he made a point of leaving the house for extended periods, letting us know he wouldn't be back for hours. He was giving us his tacit permission to mess around. We did, and it was great, but I felt guilty afterwards."

"So he knows about you and Bree?"

"And my other girlfriends. That's why his family hates me. I jokingly made a slightly risqué comment about a girlfriend at a family get together. Darryl's mom picked up on it and started grilling me. I got mad and told her that I'd slept with several women and loved it. She called me a sodomite and told me I need to repent. Then she threw me out of her house."

"She made a point of calling me the next day to tell me I'm not welcome in her house until I make a proper penance in accordance with her beliefs."

"What was really upsetting was Darryl pretending he didn't know about that part of my past. I was seeing a girl when we met, and I'd told him about her."

"That all happened before we were living together. I didn't hear from him for several days, but then he called. We talked and he apologized for letting his family treat me like that. He told me he'd come to terms with that part of my sexuality. Now he's walking a tightrope between me and his family."

By then we'd finished the dishes and were settling onto the sofa. Karen had opened a bottle of wine and poured us each a glass. We sat cuddled together on the end of the sofa, talking and sipping our wine.

We talked for a while longer about her and Darryl and what else was going on in her life. Then she asked me about Clarice and Patty and what was going on in my life. We talk a lot, so she knew most of what I'd been doing that semester. The only thing I hadn't told her about was the Fellowship, for obvious reasons.

Karen finished her wine and set her glass down. I set mine down too and pulled her into my lap. She put her arms around me, and then we kissed. Karen is very much a romantic when it comes to sex. If she's really horny, she'll get down and dirty fast, but she usually prefers a long, slow build up.

This time, we were going to take it slow. We spent a long time kissing and running our hands over each other's bodies. Karen likes to be held tightly and I like skin contact, so I unzipped her top and slid it off her before I hugged her body to mine with one arm. I trailed my fingertips over her arm, feeling goose bumps break out under my touch.

Karen stopped me long enough to pull my shirt off over my head. As we resumed kissing, she was combing her fingers through the hair on my chest and tickling my stomach. She stopped again to say, "Your workouts are paying off. You should go around shirtless so Mom and I can have some eye candy."

I could feel myself blush, but I was proud that she'd noticed. Instead of kissing me, Karen leaned down and kissed my nipples. I leaned back and focused on the sensation of her warm, wet tongue circling my areola. As she sucked gently on my tiny bud, I felt a definite twitch in my cock.

Karen had turned so that she was facing me. Now she shifted so she was straddling my lap. She ran her fingers over my stomach, causing me to involuntarily tighten my abs and suck in a breath.

As she ran her hands over my body, I undid the clasp on her lacy, purple bra and helped her out of it. After taking a moment to admire the beautiful shape of her breasts and her flawless skin, I cupped them in my hands, gently lifting and squeezing them.

While I played with her tits, Karen reached down into the waistband of my sweatpants, pushing down my briefs to find my cock. I was only half hard at that point, but as soon as I felt her fingers wrap themselves around me, my cock turned to stone.

Karen gave my shaft a few awkward strokes before she stood up and grabbed my pants. I lifted my butt, and just that quickly my briefs and sweatpants were on the floor.

While she was standing, Karen slid out of her own pants and panties, leaving her in just a pair of purple knee socks. She started to take the socks off, but I stopped her saying, "They make your legs look really hot.

Looking at each other's naked bodies there in our mom's living room, Karen said, "I still remember the first time we made love in here. I'm sure that's when Mom found out about us."

It had been one afternoon while Mom was at work, and we'd thought she wouldn't be home for a couple of hours. We still felt like little kids trying to put one over on our mother, so even though we thought we had time that day, our love making was fast and furious. We thought we'd finished long before Mom was due back, but she walked in just a couple of minutes after we were done. We told ourselves we'd gotten away with it, but you can see through to the living room from the back door, so we had a nagging suspicion Mom had seen us.

I stood and helped Karen lay down on the sofa and then I cuddled in next to her. We resumed our kissing as we both began teasing and caressing each other's most private places.

Karen had her leg over the back of the sofa, leaving her pussy wide open. I brushed my fingers over her outer lips and the crease of her thighs before I reached between her legs and tickled her ass. Karen gasped, but then she wiggled her ass back against my exploring fingers. I continued to trace all the places I knew would get her on edge and begging me to fuck her.

Meanwhile, Karen was lightly stroking my cock and balls. Her hands were keeping me hard, but I was in no danger of cumming any time soon.

I slid down so I could suck on her tits. Her nipples grow to almost an inch long when she's excited, and I love how they feel in my mouth and how they taste. Karen complains that bras make her tits sweat, but I enjoyed the salty flavor as I licked her pale, white skin.

While I sucked on her tits, I was running my fingers between her inner and outer lips. When Karen is aroused, her inner lips extend and fold out like one of those jack-in-the-pulpit flowers. While her pussy lips are small and delicate, her clit stands up nearly as big as her nipples. I was picturing just what she looked like in my mind as I kissed her and used my fingers to relearn her body.

Karen also has a strong, clean scent when she's aroused that never fails to make my cock throb. When her scent reached my nose, I had to taste her. I slid further down her body until I was kneeling on the floor.

She blushed and smiled when I looked up and said, "I still think you have the most beautiful pussy in the world."

I looked at it for a moment longer, breathing her scent deep into my lungs, before I reached out my tongue and ran it around her soft petals. As I did, a drop of clear fluid collected at the bottom of her slit. I lapped that up with my tongue, then went back to tracing her folds.

Karen and Bree had showed me how to make a girl "ride the wave" as they called it. They taught me how to tell when a girl was starting to orgasm, and they taught me how to ease up a little so she has a good cum but doesn't cum so hard that she's hypersensitive afterwards. That way, they explained, you can keep eating her to multiple orgasms.

I was able to eat Karen for a long time, bringing her to more orgasms than I could count. Bree once complained that Karen had an insatiable appetite for having her pussy licked. Each time she approached her orgasm I could hear her breathing accelerate faster and faster, and she made little squealing noises as she exhaled.

As she went over the top, she would pull her legs up and her toes would curl and press against my shoulders while the rest of her body arched off the sofa and went rigid. Then she would relax and let herself down until the next one hit. I always thought Karen had the cutest orgasms. She punched me in the shoulder when I told her that once.

My tongue was getting tired, so the next time Karen started to cum, I sucked and licked her clit furiously while I shoved two fingers into her cunt and rubbed her g-spot. That time, her whole body arched off the sofa, supported only by her head and shoulders and her feet.

I grabbed her hips and held her cunt tight against my face while I mercilessly licked and sucked her most sensitive spots. She fought to get free, but I wouldn't let her go. Finally, when she sounded near tears, I dropped her ass onto the sofa.

Karen started to take a breath like she was settling down to relax, but before she could I plunged my cock into her dripping cunt. I pounded into her until she was gasping before I held my cock deep inside her and laid on top of her so I could give her a kiss.

I could feel Karen's cunt muscles convulsing around my cock, trying to adjust to the invasion by my manhood while aftershocks from her powerful orgasm were still rippling through her body. Karen's eyes were glazed, and she looked like she was drunk.

I whispered in her ear, "If I pound your cunt hard, will you cum for me?"

Karen whimpered, "Not sure I can take it."

"Well, you're going to find out."

I went back to fucking her, slamming my hips forward to drive my cock into her. We were both sweating and breathing hard, and I could smell Karen's aroused pussy. Karen was chanting softly, "Yes, fuck, hard," over and over again, punctuated by the squishing of her sopping cunt and the slap as we came together.

I didn't last too long. As I felt the first tingle in my balls, I started telling Karen, "I'm going to shoot my cum in your cunt. I'm going to fill your tight fuck hole. I'm going to flood you with my jizz."

I was the first guy Karen had made love to without a condom, so ever since then it's been a big turn on for both of us when I cum inside her.

As I lost the ability to speak and started making primal grunts, Karen picked up the chant, "Cum in me. Fill me with your jizz. Dump your load in my cunt."

I felt her squeezing me with her cunt muscles as my balls clenched and unloaded. I continued to thrust, but it was just involuntary jerking of my hips. Karen wrapped her feet around me to keep me from pulling completely out as I felt the sticky warmth of my cum coating my cock and her cunt.

Karen pulled me to her as I caught my breath. While we were laying there, I whispered in her ear, "I fucked Mom's ass today."

Karen pushed me up and looked into my eyes as she asked, "Really? How'd you get her to do that?"

"She asked. I told her that I like having my ass fucked, and Clarice enjoys it when I do it to her. She thought about it and decided to try it."

"Did she like it?"

"We did it twice."

I told Karen about how I found Mom when I woke from my nap.

Karen said, "Well, I still need more convincing before I'll try it."

I smiled and said, "I can be very convincing."

Then I pulled my cock out of Karen's cunt and dangle it over her face saying, "How about a little cleanup?"

Karen took her time sucking our combined juices off my cock. I think she was trying to see if my little friend wanted to play again right away. When he failed to respond, she let him out of her mouth with a plop and started to stand up.

I pushed her back down and said, "I think you need some cleanup too."

As I licked up the first gob of cum dripping down towards her ass, Karen gasped, "Oh my!"

I spent a few minutes cleaning her up and eating her to a mini orgasm before I stood and helped her to her feet.

She looked like she was heading for bed when I reminded her, "We have a few things to do to get ready for Santa's visit."

I went to my room and dug out the presents I'd brought. Clarice and Patty had helped me wrap them, so I just had to put them under the tree.

Karen had wrapped all but one of the presents she'd bought. Since Mom was trying to get back in shape, she wanted a bike or a treadmill. Karen and I had looked at treadmills and other indoor exercise equipment, but everything that was decent quality was priced beyond what a grad student and a college student could afford. We'd settled for a decent bike that she could ride when the weather turned nicer, but now I had to assemble it.

As I worked, Karen asked me more about having anal sex with Mom. I ended up pulling out my phone and played the video I'd shown Mom. I also showed her the video I'd taken of Clarice and me on our weekend away.

"None of you look uncomfortable with a cock up your ass. By the way, Clarice is totally hot. What's she doing with you?"

I threw a washer at her and said, "Not every girl can land a nerdy accountant."

Karen's boyfriend, Darryl, was in fact a really smart guy with degrees in finance and computer science. He worked as a financial applications developer for a big bank. I'd asked him once if he was like an accountant and he got offended.

Karen smiled and said, "She's lucky to have you. After all, I trained you to be a prize catch."

"Yes, you did. Thanks to you, I can sleep with any girl I want, any time I want."

Karen threw the washer back saying, "Pig."

I caught the washer and said, "No, just a guy."

"By the way, I told Clarice about sleeping with you and Mom. She's cool with it. She even asked if I planned to sleep with you this week."

"Most people freak out over incest. Why is she okay with it?"

As I worked and Karen watched, I told her about what happened with the O'Briens over Thanksgiving break, "Clarice though it was really beautiful."

About then, I put the last nut and washer on the last bolt. As I finished tightening them, I said, "Done."

While I put the tools away, Karen tied a big bow around the bike and rolled it into a corner where Mom wouldn't see it unless she turned on all the lights.

Karen turned off all the lights except the Christmas tree. We stood together with our arms wrapped around each other, looking at the tree. I was thinking of past Christmases when Dad was alive. When I turned to Karen, she had tears in her eyes. I guessed that she was thinking the same thoughts I was when she said, "I miss him."

I hugged her tight to my chest and she had a little cry. Then she pushed away from me, and as she dried her eyes she asked, "Where are we sleeping tonight?"

Before I could think of an answer, Karen said, "Let's sleep in Mom's bed!"

I started to ask why, but she cut me off again saying, "I don't want to sleep alone, I don't think you do either, and it's time Mom found out you know about her and me."

I couldn't argue, especially since Karen was dragging me up the stairs by the hand.

We went through the coordinated dance of brushing our teeth and the other things we needed to take care of in the bathroom like we'd never left home. We both finished at the same time and walked arm-in-arm to Mom's room.

When we climbed into bed, Karen pulled me into a kiss that quickly became passionate. She told me to relax as she did everything she could think of to make my cock feel like it had died and gone to heaven. When she finally straddled me and took me inside, I was completely relaxed and hypersensitive at the same time.

Karen rode me slowly, kissing me and whispering words of love. I ran my hands through her hair and over her body as I whispered my own love back to her.

I saw Karen bite her lip and squeeze her eyes shut, and at the same time the feeling of her cunt around my cock changed. She became tighter, hotter and wetter. Within seconds, I had a long, lingering orgasm. As I whispered, "Oh god, I'm cumming," Karen's body twitched, and she fell on my chest, gasping.

I continued to kiss and caress her until she rolled off me and nudged me to the middle of the bed with her hip. Then she pulled me around her like I was a blanket, and we went to sleep.