Part two of Mary and Thomas's affair, with an addition. The story may or may not upset some religious people. There is no intention to do so.
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Thomas had been thinking a lot lately and it was about his sister, his torrid, and at first none consensual affair with his mother, had settled into just a torrid affair. Where neither of them could get enough of the other sexually, not least of all Mary. Her son had turned her into a daringly, and and willing, she hated to use the term because of her religious upbringing, Slut.
There was nothing she wouldn't do for him, and there was nothing he didn't do to her, even taking her ass, she had begged him not to, but he had brushed her protests aside and taken it. And now Mary loved it, when he was in her ass pillaging it, she squirmed in sheer embarrassing pleasure and delight.
She had a secret wardrobe now, away from her husband's prying eyes. Thomas had selected most of it but now she was starting to buy her own, all with Thomas in mind. In the day she had started to wear a little make up for him. "Thomas you have saved me," she told him one day lovingly, "I am finding the real me, the one your father has suppressed all these years. I know I have been weak, and I know he has tried but he has lost his way. And I know him well enough to know that his life is set on the path he has chosen, and he will never be diverted from it, never!"
"I know that mother, and I am planning our future without him," he told her.
"What do you mean Thomas?" she asked, intrigued.
"Listen to me while I explain some thoughts," he said, "First we cannot leave Hannah behind in what we do, I want her to make this journey with us, me and you mother."
"I don't understand Thomas, take her with us, what do you mean?"
"I want us to take a holiday, you, Hannah and me, into the mountains," he said, "father has that huge cabin that he rents out, and I have found out it is empty. He goes away next weekend on one of his church trips. You can ask him to let us use the cabin for a spiritual relief for a few days."
"But Thomas, what can we do there that we can't do here, and Hannah, she will get in the way maybe?" Mary was thinking purely of her need to be alone with her son.
"Mother don't question me please, just do as I ask, and hopefully, all will be revealed, now just ask him." Mary acceded to his request, and she was amazed to learn that Ronald agreed with Thomas's request, saying he much needed spiritual guidance.
So the scene was set, Thomas packed all he hoped he would need for his deeds and tasks. Hannah would be brought into his world, one she knew nothing of. His beautiful virgin sister, who never even had a boyfriend was not just a sexual virgin, she was a virgin in life too. One that Thomas intended to teach her something of.
He knew she was interested in boys, she had told him of a couple who made her giggle. Thomas had told himself he would make her do more than giggle. But Hannah was intention al on being the virgin bride, but there had been a cloud behind her eyes when she had told him that. "This father talking," Thomas told himself, "not Hannah."
Hannah was as tall as her mother and more beautiful in every way, she also had the fabulous body, and soulful needs, of a young woman. She had felt the changes in her, from girl to teenager, to the young confused beauty she now was. She knew something was missing from her life, and she wished with all her heart that she had the confidence and knowledge that her beloved brother had. Although she would be aghast at the carnal life he was leading, and with her mother too!
Through his mother Thomas made the arrangements, Hannah was more than happy to be going along and spending quality time with her older brother. So on the Friday morning they set off in their large SUV. Thomas had double checked his rucksack, nothing could be left to chance. He had been on the internet and located a draft for Hannah, one that had cost a lot of money, but success had been guaranteed.
In it he had that, and eight sets of reasonably thick, but soft pliant rope, each with a formed noose, or slip know on one end, about ten feet long. Duct tape, and blindfolds, he didn't know yet what would come in handy for his tasks, "but better safe than sorry," he reminded himself.
The cabin had three large double bedrooms, all en suite, it was very secluded in ten acres of land. It had been fully stocked for them, the rooms aired and ready for use. They arrived in the early afternoon, and carried their things in, Thomas took the room his mother nor Hannah wanted, it didn't matter to him, he didn't think he would be using his anyway.
They settled in, he turned the radio on, there was no TV, his father would have none of that. But Thomas had his tablet which was always connected to the net, no matter where he went. They all went for a long walk, and Mary couldn't stop herself from touching him, her hands would not obey her. By the time they retired Mary was beside herself with the need for him.
After the lights were out Thomas counted to fifty, then his mother slipped through his door and closed it behind her, he smiled. She dropped the latch to keep it locked, she was home free! She dropped her robe to reveal herself, she looked so magnificently sexy. Her heels were high, her stockings eld up on nothing but tiny strips, her miniscule thong hardly covered the now shaved pussy. Thomas made her call it that now.
Her hair was brushed down, swinging around her firm slim shoulders, her tiny bra hardly holding up the wonderful fleshy firm orbs. Her bold nipples were looking out over the top of them at him. She had make up on. And Thomas stared at her in wondrous admiration for her. "My woman," he said, "who are you Mary?"
"I am your woman Thomas, and I always will be. You have made me whole again darling. God will smile on you for your lifetime, and the hereafter for this I assure you." Mary's strongly held beliefs were still there, but she had come to terms with being her son's slut, (his words) She had prayed to God for his forgiveness and guidance, and he had.
Now Mary went to him, knelt at the side of his bed and said a prayer for them both, and Hannah too. Then she tore the thong and bra off herself, "You have no need for these Thomas have you?" she asked blushingly. He laughed at her, grabbed her, threw her over on to her back and mounted her roughly, this, he knew, was what she wanted. To be shown who he was, as if she didn't know by now. But Mary did love being treated this way, to her it showed her his love for her.
Thomas used his mother most of the night, he never asked for anything, he made her do everything. He filled all three holes with his cum and he marked her for the first time, leaving bites and hickeys everywhere. He was showing his dominance and control of her. Mary almost died from sheer happiness.
The next day Thomas told his mother of some of his plans, "and I don't want you to question me mother, this is very important, not only for you and I, but for Hannah too okay?"
"Yes Thomas, what do you want of me?" she asked.
"I have booked you into that motel ten miles back, and I want you to stay there until midday tomorrow please," he said looking her straight in the eyes. "So get a few things, don't let Hannah see you and go, now!"
"But Thomas?" she said dismayed, Thomas pointed a finger, and told her , now! Mary did as she was told to do, but her heart was heavy, "what is he up to?" She thought, completely unaware of his plans for her daughter. Fifteen minutes later she had gone, and Thomas was explaining that father had called and she had to leave but she would be back tomorrow. Hannah accepted it after more questions, and they went for a walk.
She liked him having his arm around her waist, she never got much physical contact from anyone really. Soon they were chatting and laughing, hugging, and she playfully splashed him in the river bed they walked through. He chased her all the way back, and they fell in doors laughing and giggling.
It was 6pm, he suggested she showered while he did, knowing she would take ten times longer than he. When she came out wearing the kind of frumpy robe Mary wore, he smiled at her. "Not for much longer Hannah," he told her in his head. Thomas had made a meal and put a large glass of water there for her. This had the draft he had sought painstakingly for his use.
They chatted, ate and drank, Thomas was carefully watching her, he saw a mild change in her demeanour, and moved to act.
"Let me help you up Hannah," he offered, "you look a little tired."
"Mmmmm," she whispered, "I may be."
As he helped her up, he slipped a hand inside her robe and cupped a wonderfully firm and large tit, he quickly squeezed the nipple which was also hard, then swiftly withdrew his hand.
"Thomas!" she gasped, "what are you do...?" But the draft had got its hold, only tenuously at the moment, but it was working.
"Sorry Hannah," he said, "an accident." But as he helped her to the sofa, he did it again, but this time he squeezed a little longer, and a little harder.
"Thomas please..." she whispered, "I, erm, you, er Thomas, you mustn... Mmmmm, thats nice," she murmured through pouting, and hot blood filling lips.
He sat with her, and slipped his hand back in, and taking a full hold this time, squeezed and rolled the hugely thick, hard and rigid nub. "Oh Thomas this is so, hmmmm, Oooooh I like... Oooooh Thomas, what would daddy say?" she said, as her head came to rest on her older brother's shoulder. If this had been any other person on the planet they would not be getting away with this. Drug or no drug, she trusted her brother more than any other, maybe she shouldn't have, but she did.
What no one knew, and no one could, not even Hannah was that she was a sexual timebomb waiting to be detonated, she was the after burner on a supersonic sexual jet just waiting for the switch to be pressed. That switch was Thomas when he squeezed her high octane fuelled and ready to go nipple.
Thomas stroked and caressed her, Hannah liked it a lot, and it was opening windows in her heart and mind that had until now been firmly shut. She felt a first pulse of arousal flickering through her, she didn't know what it was but it was so nice. She was being over taken by the draft completely now, and her brother was another drug she was unable to resist, she gave in to the lovely feelings he was creating within her.
Her vagina felt hot, her breasts ached, her stomach churned and her mind was nowhere to be seen. Thomas worked her like a master, he had had lots of practice on his mother, Hannah was turning out to be an easier fight than he thought it would, in fact there had hardly been a whimper from his gorgeous younger sister.
Thomas undid the robe easily, and gently pulled it aside, and there she was, apart from a pair of tiny panties her father would have frowned upon, she was naked. Thomas went for her breasts now, squeezing one and sucking the other. The fire in Hannah burned brightly, and seconds later it was out of control very quickly, she moaned, she groaned, and her arms went around her brother tightly.
He leaned her back slowly, and slickly ran his hand down to the very thick dark bush where her end was to be. He slid his finger into the folds of skin there, Hannah squeezed her thighs together involuntarily, then they parted and Thomas touched her where no one ever had. The only other person to have touched her anywhere was when she was baby and her mother took care of her.
Now Thomas was stoking her boilers, she was fired up, the draft was keeping her quiet, and supplicant, Thomas was driving her engine, his finger ran over an unknown bump in the road, and Hannah squealed loudly, he had found her secret domain. He pressed downward and he entered her love channel, one she never knew she had.
"Thomas, Oh Thomas, what are you doing to me?" she breathed to him, her voice husky and dripping with inflamed arousal, an arousal she had never had, and had even less idea of how to deal with it. He smiled to himself, he had already undone his jeans, and now he kicked them off, no underwear revealed him in all his manly glory.
Spinning Hannah around he laid her gently down, his fingers and tongue conspiring with him to send his sister to the place he need her to be, and one that Hannah now even wanted to visit. This was too so nice to tell him to stop, it was all magically wonderful.
Thomas moved slowly over her, the litmus test, the acid test, was going to be when he mounted her, when his hot hard flesh claimed her. She might react badly, she might not, he wasn't that sure of himself. Hannah was mewling, her hips moving from side to side, swaying with the motions of the emotions making the waves of desire in her swell.
Thomas was over her now, his finger told him she was ready, Hannah kissing him back was also a message, she was boiling hot, super wet, and gripping him, as if urging her brother on. Thomas gently prodded his heavy weight to her, Hannah lifted her knees, her primeval knowledge knew what to do, it would guide her with Thomas's help.
He prodded again and felt the give, the heat, the slippy wet, he was there, so he pushed downward slowly. The head popped in bringing a surprised yelp from his sister. He held himself, letting her settle, he looked at her eyes and they were wide open staring fixedly at his. "Thomas, I am your sister, you must... Oooooh, Oh Thomas that feels so nice, Oooooh Oh yes..." she glugged, "I like that." He slid more in, then pulled back leaving only the head in.
He repeated his actions and slowly Hannah's eyes closed, he was there, "a few more moments and she'll be with me," he shouted to himself. Hannah's legs rose to settle over his, now he knew, he pressed forward and she gripped him, her feet tugged downwards, almost pulling him further in to her hot soaking vagina.
"Ooooooh Oh Thomas, be gentle please, be slow, I er, I, you know, I'm, Oooooh Thomas!" He obeyed his sister for the only time, he was as gentle as he could be, but he focussed on getting all of him into her, he succeeded eventually. And the icing on his cake was when his sister climaxed. It blew her out of the water because she didn't know it was going to happen. She didn't know that the 'nice' feeling was the building of her life defining moment, her very first orgasm.
Thomas kept going until he came, he guessed his sister wouldn't know about it, and he was right. Thomas blew a humongous amount of his very potent seed right into where it mattered, all into her womb. He lay there for a while pondering his next move. "Bed," he avised himself, he gently but firmly picked his sisters lifeless body up and carried her to her bed.
There he tucked them both in, and minutes later he was working her up again, his kissing sucking lips, his mysterious unseen fingers working their magic, all honed on his mother's body. But this time she was more aware of events. And before he got his cock in her once more, she whispered softly to him. "Thomas, tomorrow we must talk, but for now my wonderful brother, make me feel so nice again, please, just like you did on the sofa?"
Thomas was stunned, he had at least expected a religious tirade of some sort from her, he had imagined tying her to her bed so he could have his way. What he hadn't known was, Hannah was ready for adult sex, but never had anyone in mind, there was no one on her horizon, and no one in her life, so she had resigned herself to a sexless life before her marriage.
Thomas was the lucky keepers finders person she had hoped for, he would have no trouble keeping her happy. "If only father could see his wife, son and daughter here in the cabin," he thought, "he would blow a religious gasket." And that's when the idea hit him, he would think about it and embellish it. Thomas sank into his sister's depth of woman hood, she moaned and groaned, •ooooh'd and aaaaaah'd." Now she was giving back, digging her heels in, kissing him, holding him so there could be no escape. Though that was the furthest thing from his mind, as he began to fuck his younger sister proper.
They climbed their mountain together, and when they were ready they hurled themselves down the other side, into the abyss of love and lustful youthful climaxes. They lay entangled in each other regaining their breath. Hannah was the first to move, she slid out of bed, went to the bathroom, and sat down.
She started to think, and what she came up with surprised her greatly. "He has planned this," she reasoned, "he must have, us coming here, mother leaving, him doing whatever it was that he did, it was planned!" She returned to her brother and got into her bed with him.
"So," she started, "Come on Thomas, let me in on the great secret, what's going on Hmmm?"
"Going on Hannah?" he replied pulled her to him, Hannah turned her fabulous body to him, and said.
"Thomas, unless you tell me, you won't get a look in again with me, now come on, out with it!"
"I have no idea what you are on about Hannah," he told her.
"I'll ask God in the church tomorrow, and then I'll ask mother when she gets back," she said.
Thomas laughed, "Ask mother?" he sniggered.
"You have done the devil's work here tonight Thomas, he will follow you to the grave. And father won't be happy when I tell him what you did!"
Thomas laughed again, "The devil will follow me, I am the devil Hannah, and you'll tell father, we both know you would not do that." Thomas had called her bluff, she relented,
"Please Thomas tell me, I won't say a word I promise, please?" she snuggled into him, put her arm around him, "and anyway," she added, "I liked it didn't I?"
"Listen to me Hannah, very carefully. I want to take you away from father," he began, "you and mother have no real life there. He can't do anything about me, he knows that. But he controls everything you and mother do. I intend to break that hold he has on you both."
"But how Thomas, what can you do, you have ruined me for my future husband haven't you?" she said.
"No I haven't Hannah, you will marry me!" Hannah gaped at him.
"But we ca..." Thomas interrupted her.
"Yes we can, and yes we will, and you, mother and I will have a wonderful life together!" His voice was strident, but caring.
This made Hannah think even more, then she reached a conclusion. "That's why you sent mother away, so you could get me. Mother is in on this isn't she?"
Thomas made the mistake of smiling. Hannah thought even more.
"NO NO NO NO, it can't be true, tell me it's not true, you and mother, No it you aren't!" she looked at him, he never said anything. "Yes, yes you are, you and mother, no wonder she has changed so much this last month. I have never seen her so happy!"
Thomas held his sister to him, "I love her Hannah, and I mean I really love her, and I love you too. I can't stand by any longer and let that animal ruin you both anymore."
"He is not an animal Thomas, mother and I both know he has lost his way, that's all," she grumbled.
"Yes he has, and he'll never find his way back, you know it, mother knows it, and I know it. There is no redemption for him now. I won't let him go any further."
"But Thomas what can you do?"
"I have an idea but nothing concrete yet," was all he would tell her.
"Now," he said to her, "come here, I have something for you," his smile and the glint in his eye made Hannah respond in the only way she could, she went right to him. This night had been her relevation, Thomas might be the sanctuary she had been unknowingly looking for, the resting place she feared she may never find.
Hannah blushed to herself, her face creased in to wonder as she felt her brother's body tight up against hers. But it was the best feeling she had ever experienced. Her libido gripped her, her hands began to roam his body, up and down his back, over and around his chest. She even kissed his mouth it was a beautiful kiss she admitted.
A leg hooked over his, and then amazingly she felt her soft hand drift down his chest, and to tickle her fingers as they slid into his hairy groin. This also sent Hannah's heart rate up, she knew what was below it. It had to be that hard flesh that had penetrated her, and brought her such painful joy.
She rejoiced in the glow of Godly pleasure, she basked in his glory. He had brought her to Thomas, and she would regale him in her heart forever. As she was prayer to him in her mind, her fingers curled around the hardening prong. She crushed it gently, her hand moved up it, and back down again. Nature was providing Hannah with the tools needed to please her man.
"Get on me Hannah," Thomas told her.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"Climb over me, put your knees here," he said, and pointed to his sides.
"Oh alright, if you wish," she replied huskily, she didn't know what he intended for her, but whatever it was, she wasn't going to refuse him. As Hannah climbed on to her brother, he cupped her beautiful breasts and squeezed and rolled, and tugged her nipples. This set of bombing raids in Hannah's feline sexy body.
Her head fell forward, just as her mothers had done when Thomas had done the exact same thing to her. Hannah was sat on his fully erect cock, and after her eyes had reopened, she could see the thick, purple red knob of his cock peering out from under her glistening vagina.
Thomas teased her nipples mercilessly, so much in fact that she grabbed his wrists to stop the fantastic torment he was visiting upon her. Instead he took hold of Hannah's slim waist and lifted her easily up from him. His cock followed her and Thomas simply dropped her on it, her weight did the rest.
She let go of him immediately, she howled, her eyes nearly burst from her lovely head. She put her hands on his chest in a futile attempt to get off. Thomas followed her up, she couldn't hold her weight this way, she slipped back down on him, and then he drove into her fully.
The utterly sublime feeling of him being in her, the wonderful painful invasion sent her over the edge, and plunged her once more into a happy and so lustful oblivion. Hannah knew this was, and Thomas was her salvation, he was right about her father. She didn't hate him though, and very much like her mother, she pitied him greatly.
She surrendered to the feelings Thomas was once more creating in her, feelings she would never be able to ignore ever again. Now Hannah started to take part, her hands on her brothers flat muscled chest, she began to hump up and down, backwards and forwards, and soon she was lost in her new world, a world of love with her darling brother. The orgasm she made for herself nearly blew her apart, she cried out in the agony of the unutterable pleasure, and fell face down on him.
When she opened her eys it was morning, she thought. Sun was streaming through the windows, but there was no sign of Thomas, he was outside chopping wood, she heard the chop, chop of the axe as he worked. She rose and went to the window to watch, what she saw almost made her heart stop. He was in a pair of hiking boots, a pair of very short shorts, and nothing else.
She felt her vagina moisten as she inspected his tight muscular body, she wanted him again, but she hurried into the bathroom, bathed, dried and made herself look as good as she could in the frumpy clothes she had brought. Then she tore them off, and went outside in nothing but her panties.
Her beautil body exposed in the bright sun light, she was tall like her mother, but her body had youth on its side, she now knew, through Thomas how good she looked and she believed it. The first instant Thomas had of her being there was when a bare foot landed on the chopping block in front of him.
He looked sideways to see his beautiful young sister there in all her wondrous glory. "The Lord doth truly move in mysterious ways Hannah!" he grinned at her. Without wasting one second longer than needed, he carried her laughing and giggling over his shoulder back into the cabin, where he dropped her on the oak table, threw her legs over his shoulders and poked his cock all the way in.
Hannah couldn't speak, the suddenness of the intrusion took her breath away, instead she moaned and squealed like an out of control banshee. The birds and the bees must have wondered what was happening in their forest. Thomas really laid into her now, the need for finesse and gentleness was no longer required, except for tender loving sessions, which he knew over time there would be many.
The time was approaching for when his mother, and also his wife would be coming back. He wasn't sure how to approach the subject of he and Hannah, but he was hoping his mother would be wise enough to at least have an educated guess at his intentions whilst she was away.
Mary had been thinking, and all of the things Thomas had mentioned to her about Hannah, led her to possibly believe that his intentions were indeed to maybe convince his sister in some way that her future lay with them. She hoped so anyway, but she also felt a pang of jealousy too.
As she stepped out of the SUV Hannah ran to greet her, Thomas was on the cabin veranda watching. Hannah hugged her more than warmly, she had sussed out what had happened and was quite, even through her religious beliefs, that Thomas was at least 95% right. Her first words surprised her mother.
"Oh mother Thomas has missed you, so I am going for a walk up the trail for at least a couple of hours, to let you say hello okay?" And before Mary could reply she was walking away. Mary turned to her son, he stood, crooked a finger at her and walked into the cabin. Mary forgetting her inhibitions hurried after him, she found him in her bedroom and in her bed, and his cock was high and proud.
Mary wasted no time at all in throwing off her clothes and diving on him. In a heartbeat she was totally filled by him again, her sigh of happy contentment filled the room, this is where she had wanted to be since the instant she had left him yesterday, and Thomas knew it! Mary worked herself on her loving son, her eyes closed the satisfaction just being here, with him, on him, him filling her as no other ever could. To her it wasn't the physical contact of his hot hard flesh in her, it mattered to her spiritually now too.
She believed with all her heart that God had brought her to him, and him to her. He hadn't frowned on her unfaithfulness to her husband, he had condoned it. She also knew what Thomas had meant now, when he had said he had to save his sister. But she had to find out just how he was going to, if he already hadn't, save her.
Mary climaxed on Thomas as if he wasn't there, she was so in need of him, his very breath was her sustenance. She slid forward and into his arms, she stretched on him, kissed him, and loved him the way God meant for a woman to love her man. When she recovered, she told him how much she had missed him. She also asked about Hannah, where was he with her, what had he done to 'save' her?
Just then the bedroom door opened silently, Hannah stood in the doorway, she saw her mother stretched out naked on top of him, obviously oblivious to the world around her. She took it all in. "So this is the new order is it?" she asked herself. "Well," she thought, "it wasn't entirely unexpected was it?"
After a moment's hesitation the decision was made, "I love mother, I love Thomas, he loves us both I know that. And mother loves him too, that really is more than obvious," she admitted in her mind, "and seeing her there like this is more than confirmation of that."
Still dressed she got on the bed with them and snuggled into her brother. Mary almost had a seizure, Thomas saw Hannah's intentions and kept hold of Mary. She tried to jump up, saying, "Oh Hannah I'm sorry, but this isn't what it looks like, Thomas let me go please?"
"Mother calm down, Hannah knows, and seeing her here tells me she is happy for you, me, and her, aren't you Hannah?" Hannah nodded her head vigorously.
"Mother, Thomas has explained everything to me," he hadn't, but if there was one thing Hannah was not, that was stupid. "He loves me too mother, and I know he loves you so much. And I love him, and if you think about it. The only way forward for us now is, that we stay as we are, secret lovers, me, you, him!"
Mary said nothing, Thomas leaned up and kissed her, then he kissed Hannah. "It's the only way mother, I told you I was going to save you, and I was going to save Hannah, well now I think I have, agreed?" he told her. Mary slowly nodded her head, she was understanding the situation slowly.
"But what about your father," she said softly, "what will we tell him, what will he say, what will he do, will we in fact tell him?"
"I have an idea, and I'll tell you when I have it laid out, be patient, and bear with me okay?" this he said to them both. "Now," he said, "come here the both of you!" He grabbed them and held them to him, "all three of us have to get used to being equal lovers," he told them, but had no intention of being an equal, he was the head, and would remain so.
They spent the rest of the day trying and testing, Hannah was happier than Mary, but Mary knew she would get used to sharing him with her daughter. And when Hannah plugged Mary's ass with her middle finger as she rode him, she had her biggest and most gigantic of climaxes.
"I'll get you for that young lady!" she laughed.
"Ooooh sexy mommy is going spank me?" she laughed back.
Thomas had decided that when they got back he would by miniature spy type cameras, and recording equipment, he would film himself with his mother, and with is sister, together if possible. Then blackmail his father into separation, and leading to divorce.
Thomas finally took his Hannah's ass one afternoon out in the woods, he stood her against a tree and fucked her from behind, she cried and complained but never once made the effort to dislodge him thinking. "This could be penance for the error of my ways?" But it didn't stop her from having the most unusual of massive orgasms, so much so that she vowed to herself that when she got over it, the first would not be the last!
As their wek drew to a close, and their lives were now fully entwined, locked together, they headed home. All of them wondered how facing their father and Mary's husband was going to be like. They hadn't spoken since leaving. They trooped in silently, his car was at home, the lights were on.
Thomas called out. "Father, we're back, where are you?" There was no answer, he walked through the open door of his study, and there he was slumped over his desk, an empty bottle of whiskey lying empty on its side.
Thomas dashed to him, but as he grabbed him to lift him up, he knew there was no more to be done. He called the paramedics, tried to give him CPR but it was no use. He slammed the door shut to keep his mother and Hannah out. Their father had bequeathed them the lives they wished and prayed for without knowing it, he had died hours before.
The funeral took place when the post mortem confirmed that his father had died from a massive heart attack brought on by obesity, and years of heavy drinking, combined with little or no exercise except for the work he did in the church he belonged to.
They were sorry he had died, but at the same time it saved them and him from real and probable embarrassment. No one knew of Thomas's seduction of his mother and now his sister. He had forced them in a way, but nothing on God's earth would ever make them, or entice them away from the future they now saw as being more or less belonging to the life he had put forward to them.
For the first time they had real love, someone who loved them, and showed them the way, even if it was his way. Mary had married Ronald in good faith, both were devout Christians, and Hannah a devout Christian daughter. Thomas though, while he remained a Christian, he had rebelled from the zealous bible thumping father he had come to ignore.
Over the years he had become a religious tyrant in many ways. And Mary, his wife had bowed to him and his demanding ways. Thomas had begun looking at ways of getting his mother away from his father, he loved her, and wanted nothing but for her to be happy. Hannah had to be saved from him too, she was growing up into him, but in the end, her own unknown, and now rabid sexual appetite had not only saved her, she had saved herself with her brother's undying love for her and her mother.
At the lavish wake, all who attended were ignorant of Mary and Hannah's new position in the hierarchy of the Collins household. Thomas was now the man of the house, which was accepted. Mary would be regarded as the matriarch, and Hannah, well Hannah was Hannah!
The financial status was nothing but good for them all, the house was paid for, there was money in savings. Ronald had insured himself many years ago and that paid off very handsomely. Although it took a solicitors letter threatening legal action and damages if it wasn't paid forthwith. And his company had an employee policy that was also paid out, and very handsome that was too. So all in all, the Collins household was more than well off.
Thomas had one more thing to do with his mother and sister, both were not going to be very happy, "But," he told himself. "No pain, no gain!"
The dining room, which was huge, held a fourteen place table, polished oak, 6 chairs either side, and a carver at each end. It had never once been used to its capacity. The table had six legs, two at each end, and two in the middle. Thomas's fertile mind saw an opportunity.
He brought the ropes he had taken to the cabin and attached four to the middle legs, two on each side, he then attached two to each table leg at the ends. His biggest problem was getting Mary, his mother, and Hannah to do what he wanted without them asking, or complaining to him. He knew they would follow him. But audible complaints had to be dealt with.
He also went to a sex shop that sold the things he knew he would need, and also a couple of things he thought he might. So he was set, now for the stage scene. He decided on his mother for the first part of his plan.
"Mother," he said after luncheon and Hannah had wandered away somewhere, "I want you to come with me please." Mary did so, she would never go against her son now, not ever. Her heart was with him, her trust 100%. She followed him into the dining room. "Please mother get undressed I have things you will like."
Mary immediately stripped, embarrassment was no longer an issue. He then proceeded to tie her two legs to the table, he had put the large sodt rug on it for her comfort. Then he laid her over it where he tied her wrists. "Now mother please don't be alarmed," he told her, he fastened a blindfold over her eyes and gagged her. Mary never said one word.
"Now mother I will leave you for a few minutes," he told her, "please be patient, and when you hear me come back in, I don't want you to utter one word, not even a heavy breath, okay?" Mary nodded her head, she was imagining all sorts of things Thomas was going to do to her, she got wet at the thoughts.
He hurried off and found Hannah, he told her what he wanted to do, asked her to trust him and to not say one word, or even breathe deeply. After some hesitation she agreed. Thomas placed the gag and blindfold on her, and led her naked into the room, there he tied her as he had his mother.
Under the table were two sets of enema fittings, including tiny electrical pumps. He had everything ready including the solution required for the task. Then he reached out sideways and removed both women's blindfolds. Mary and Hannah were now looking at each other along the table top, completely unable to raise up. Their naked bodies wide spread and open to Thomas and his desires, which were many as he gazed upon them.
He chose his mother first, Mary was the least likely to raise mayhem. He inserted the made plug into Mary's ass, and turned on the pump. He hurried to Hannah and did the same. Both women felt the warm solution filling their bowels, both looked at him, both wondering what was going on. All they got from Thomas was a huge smile. Mary felt a little excited by it, Hannah felt a lot excited by it. The heated water solution was nice, it filled her, and she thought she could feel it circulating in her.
Now Thomas tickled their clits in turn, going from one to the other, this was really the first time he had initiated a sexual frolic with them at the same time, and both were his happy captives. He tormented their nipples, arousing them both together. Though how long that would last remained to be seen.
He waited the allotted time for their bowels to be thoroughly washed, then he turned on the little tap to empty their asses and the dirty brown liquid poured out into the bowl awaiting it. He repeated the process until he had clean solution emitting from them both. Now his cock was growing for what he had in mind. He was going to fuck his mother and his sister in the same way, together, and one at a time.
Mother was the first again, his cock, now big and fully erect was rampant for the action. They both watched in eager anticipation for him. He smoothed KY Jelly over it, swabbed it around Mary's ass. He removed the plug from her. Hannah was looking on wondering what was happening. She saw Thomas step behind her mother, and shove his cock right in to her.
She didn't know he had plugged her ass big time, Hannah saw and heard her mother's forehead bang down on the table, and then Thomas rode her hard, very hard. He removed the gag and Mary gabbled and moaned, no coherent words came out. She was more concerned with the pain and what Thomas was doing to her.
But Mary gritted her teeth, "if this is what he wants, he can have all of me!" she told herself. Because of this, Mary felt the first stirrings of enrichment, her inside were awash with feelings of lust, and growing arousal. Thomas suddenly pulled out and walked quickly down the table to his prone sister, he pulled her plug out, applied more KY and banged his cock deep into her too.
Mary was aghast, he had left her high and dry, but Hannah nearly fainted with the shock, she was cleaved in two she was sure of it. Thomas reached for and got her clit, this helped to focus Hannah's mind from the pain in her ass. Then he snagged a nipple and mistreated that, soon Hannah's head was rocking. Thomas yanked out and went back to Mary, he slotted straight back in to her ass, and Mary wailed in painful contentment.
Thomas began striking for home in his mother, now she was with him, she wanted to be with him all the way, and Mary was there. But once again he left her and went back to Hannah where he whammed it all the way in hard and long. Hannah cried out, now she knew why she was here, and why Thomas was doing this, it was because Hannah and her mother wanted him, it was as simple as that. He fucked them both to their first anal orgasm, But he could only cum in one ass. He chose his mother, silently promising Hannah she would get hers big time.
Holding her hips he went for his finish, Mary felt the whoosh as his thick sperm refilled her bowels, she came again knowing what was happening, what he was doing. Thomas's knees buckled but he kept himself upright until he had emptied his balls.
He left them there, he took out the gags, they couldn't move but they could talk, his next mission was to get his mother and Hannah as partners too, but he didn't think he would have much trouble with that. After all they were mother and son, and sister and brother lovers already, mother and daughter was a formality once he had started them off.
"Hannah," Mary said, "are you happy with this?" she asked.
"Mother can't you tell I am, I never expected any of this under dad's house, but now I know there is more to life than just praying to God, although I will always do that.!"
"Me too Hannah, me too," Mary responded. "And I don't want any other life now, no matter where we go or what we do, agreed?"
"Yes mother, whole heartedly," she replied solemnly. "But I never expected him to do us like this either, but I thought it was great after I got over the shock and pain of it." Mary smiled and never said anything.
Thomas didn't return for an hour, they wondered what would be next. When he did come back he another contraption in his hand, neither knew what it was, but both decided it looked like a cock. He went to Hannah, and untied her, stood her up. "Trust me," was all he said. Hannah nodded her lovely head. Then he fastened it around her waist. Hannah stared in amazement at the life like cock hanging from her.
He untied her ankles, and said to her, "Hannah I don't want to see you for about thirty minutes, or longer if you like okay?" And he walked out and closed the door firmly behind him. Hannah stood there puzzled as to what was happening, what he was meaning. The beautiful young eighteen year old was perplexed, she looked at her mother lying there spread over the table.
Then realisation dawned on her. Thomas wanted her to play with her mother, he had to! No he didn't want her to play with her at all. He had left mother like that for her to use, if she wanted to. Mary saw the look on her daughter's face, and she knew too what was to be. "Hannah, no darling, don't?" Hannah smiled sweetly as she approached her helpless mother.
"But mommy dearest, this is what Thomas wants, doesn't he?" she said, as she stroked her mother's ass. Then she slapped it, Mary yelped.
"Hannah no please, let me go, we can talk to him, please?"
Hannah had no intention of going to Thomas, "Oh no," she thought, "this is my time," and giggled happily. She wasn't a lesbian, far from it. In fact she didn't know what a lesbian was. She was behind her mother now, palms of both hands softly rubbing the cheeks of her ass, before caning her with another slap. Mary yelled for help, but somehow she knew none would be forthcoming.
Hannah hefted the rubber cock in her hand, she felt for her mother's shiny wet passage, tickled it, making her moan helplessly. Then she poked it in, Mary wriggled uselessly, she felt the intrusion and her head sank. She was now the plaything of her gorgeous daughter, and nothing to be done about it. She knew this was Thomas's wishes, he had organised everything today.
Hannah began to stroke her toy cock in and out of her mother, and Mary had no choice but to accept it. Her stomach lurched as Hannah bottomed out, a long pull out, and a whopping hit back in. This brought Mary's head up with a wail, a wail of surrender to her daughter.
Hannah set about screwing her mother the way she knew Thomas did, and Mary had to cum, her pussy tried to turn itself inside out as she climaxed for her daughter. Hannah stood there, hips flying back and forth as she systematically decimated her mother. She reached under and got her nipples, she squeezed them hard, twisted them just as hard, and then yanked each sideways. Mary cried out in pain and utter agony as she made her cum again.
The cock in her was her life, "Hannah, oh please Hannah," she cried as another breath taking orgasm crushed her completely. She couldn't take anymore, Hannah sensed she had gone far enough, and loving her mother as she did, she did the only thing she could do, pull it out.
Mary gasped and sighed, she suddenly felt empty, and she knew walking after today would be a problem. But her problems hadn't finished. Hannah took aim and sank it right into her mother's still open ass! "No, no, please Hannah, Oh God, oh God nooooooo." Hannah felt pity for her, but Thomas wanted her to do what she wanted, so she was. She pumped her mother's as for as long as her legs and hips would carry her. When she could hardly stand any longer Hannah pulled out of her thrashed mother.
She tottered out of the room, she made it to the sitting room. Thomas was reading and looked up with a smile. "Have a lot of fun Hannah?" he beamed. She fell into a chair and could only nod. "Well then," he went on, "I had better go and see to her hey?"
Thomas went to his mother, he untied her, shushed her when tears fell from her eyes. He picked her up and carried her to bed, he laid her in it, undressed and got in with her, he held her to him, and cuddled her to a somewhat fitful sleep. Mary slept solidly for 6 hours, and her eyes opened to Thomas's smiling face, he had stayed with her all the while.
"I love you Mary, you are my life," he told her.
"I know Thomas, and I feel the same, but Hannah," she looked pensive, then said, "is a very naughty girl, and I'm going to have to punish her back?" and her wide smile told him all he needed to know.
Two days later they had a visit from Ronald's only sister who was 12 years younger than he, he had left her nothing in his will, and she was going to be thrown out by her landlord for none payment of her rent, could they, would they help her? She was taken in immediately, Lorna had the same view of him as they did, she was a Christian too, but not devout, although she was unmarried, she too was a very good looking woman.
"Aunty Lorna," Thomas said, "this may sound odd to you. But since father died, I have taken up the mantle of man of the house, haven't I mother, Hannah?" Both went to him, stood at his side and said yes. Lorna, a woman of the world noted their adoration of him right off. "We have settled into a loving hierarchy, there is me, Mother and Hannah, you would have to fit in, could you?" he asked her so gently, but he was already designing her seduction.
Lorna sensing that she was being invited into a sort of club, and she agreed she could, and would. They had to tip toe around Lorna in the night; she was unaware of the loving going on around her. But gradually things fell into place, she guessed, she loved them all anyway, and wished she could find a way of saying to them, "I want to join the club as a paid up member." She would never deceive them.
One night Thomas went to her room, he his mother and Hannah had talked and all decided that the time should be right. He looked at her lying there in bed wearing a little nightie. She looked at him, her short dark hair neatly brushed, her cherub face turned to him. No words were spoken, she knew why he was here. Lorna put down the book she was reading, and waited. He approached and she swept back the covers, the unsaid invite asking him in.
He dropped his clothes to the floor, the sexy women waiting for him appraised him, and she was impressed by her brother's son, very impressed, a tentative kiss ensued, a touchy feely one, fingers of all four hands began to explore. Lorna was an experienced woman unlike her niece and sister in law. But when she grasped Thomas for the first time, she sensed that she might just have found what she had been looking for, why she had never married, waiting for the right man, was Thomas he? She thought so.
After she lay there panting having being made love to like it was the first time she knew that he was. She was so now looking forward to the rest of the night, she felt that she might learn a thing or two, she did! Mary and Hannah are two very lucky women she told them the next morning after a family meeting chaired by Thomas.
Within six months the house had been redecorated and refurbished to bring it into the 21st century. Thomas was the king of the castle, Mary and Hannah had swelling bellies, but Hannah was ahead of her mother by about one month. Both women were ecstatically happy, and so was Lorna, she was 2 months on.