Gordon Home - 8:00 am
Ethel sat on the toilet naked, looking down at the pregnancy test in her hand. She bought a pack of them, several packs as a matter of fact, the day after she woke up in her son's bed completely naked and covered from her face to her thighs, and even inside her ass and vagina in the proof of an incredible sexual experience!
The only thing she lacked…was any memory of it!
Since then she had been taking a pregnancy test every morning. She knew when she started it was too early for a test to be accurate, but couldn't wait. Then over the past two weeks they were all negative, so she began to hope, 'Yes! She'd dodged a catastrophic bullet,' and then she missed her period!
It was always on time!
Always the last week of the month, and lasted only two to four days. She tossed the tester in the garbage and opened another and urinated on the strip. Fifteen minutes later two little lines told her the same thing the last three pregnancy tests told her…Positive!
She felt too numb to cry. Tossing the pregnancy test away she walked out of her bathroom and saw Randal was gone. Probably off playing golf. Turning on her heel she left her room to walk downstairs and begin making breakfast. It didn't even register that she was still completely buck ass naked!
She was headed to the stairs when she saw Steven scurrying across the hallway, coming from Cybil's room headed for his. He was completely naked and his long heavily swollen cock was swinging out in front of him like a baton!
He locked eyes with her as he grabbed the doorknob to his room, his jaw dropped and he blushed the deepest red she had ever seen. Only after she saw him blatantly ogling her did she look down and realize she was naked!
Her jaw dropped and she instinctively covered her breasts with her hands! It had been two and a half weeks since she went and had her pubic hair removed, and she had her answer on which removal process she paid for…because she was still as hairless as the day she was born, and now she felt even more naked than usual!
Her cheeks burned as they turned beet red, and with a strangled squeak she darted back to her room! She slammed the door behind her and leaned against it as she panted in humiliation…
'Oh God, his dick is so beautiful,' She thought, and then gasped and brought her hands to her throat and mouth after realizing what she was thinking!
"Oh my God, what is wrong with me," She chastised herself.
She was horrified that she thought her son's dick...no...his whole body was beautiful, but his dick…now that was something special!
"Oh fuck! What am I thinking," She wailed in distress as she used her hands to fan her chest and face.
Looking over at her vanity she saw her masquerade mask, hanging from the post supporting her mirror, and she smiled!
She realized she was smiling and frowned, "What is wrong with me?"
Looking over she saw Steven's masquerade mask hanging from the opposite post and smiled again!
'Wait! What! That's Randal's mask,' Ethel shrieked in her own mind, 'What the fuck is going on with me? Why do I correlate that mask with Steven now?'
She waved her hands in front of her face, desperately trying to keep herself from hyperventilating! Long seconds passed like minutes as her panic subsided, and then she pushed off from her bedroom door and crossed her room to her vanity. Curious, she picked up her masquerade mask and ran her fingers across its painted face. It was white with green fairy wings above and below the eyes, while the eyes themselves were decorated with black lacquered lashes. There was glitter mixed in the semi-transparent green paint depicting the fairy wings transparent membrane while a darker green was used for the ribbing. She ran her finger across them as she recalled the day Randal gave her the mask. It had been a masquerade ball. Everyone looked so handsome and beautiful, so fanciful!
She remembered thinking her mask seemed almost…magical, capable of turning her otherwise ordinary self into an erotic creature of fantasy, and that every time she put on that mask she was somehow transformed into a woodland nymph. Devious and clever, beautiful and supernaturally seductive! She felt more confident in herself, a supernatural being of sexual eroticism…when she wore that mask she really was a woodland wild thing seeking a lover to seduce!
Turning the mask over she looked at the pearled sheen inside, it really did look magical. Putting it up to her face, she felt as if she should remember something…something important. Setting it back down on her vanity she turned and fetched a robe out of her closet then she went back to her bedroom door. Opening it tentatively and looking across the open bridge from her wing of the house to the children's, she saw that Steven was no longer in the hallway.
'Good!'
Opening the door, she walked past the stairs, across the bridge that looked down on the foyer, and then down the hallway to Steven's room. She started to knock but then thought it better to just walk in. She heard the shower running and spent a few seconds looking around the bedroom, remembering her feelings after waking up in bed with Steven and Cybil. The shock of waking up draped over him in a lover's embrace. The feeling of horror when she realized she was so full of her son's sperm. The thought of a virile teenage seed leaking out of her all night long, covering her pussy smearing the insides of her ass cheeks. The feeling of dried sperm flaking off skin halfway down her inner thighs, and then she also still had his cum leaking out of vagina!
She remembered throwing the covers back and seeing Cybil. Her feelings of betrayal and jealousy…shock and horror...all coalescing in a giant snowball of panic and arousal. She was so conflicted she couldn't bare facing Steven or Cybil for a week after that morning. Now, she stood in Steven's room turning in a slow circle feeling like there was something…just on the tip of her brain…that wanted so badly to be remembered!
Hastily, she turned and rushed back to her room! She picked up her masquerade mask and tied it on behind her head. Turning to leave she remembered Steven's mask. Skipping past the vanity chair she lifted it from where it hung. Running her fingers across it's red lacquered face and black lacquered horns, the Red Dragon and the Fairy. One of the most unlikely of pairings…and one of the most powerful...
Feeling an urge tingling under her skin, she decided to take her robe off and tossed it over her chair then walked back to Steven's room. He was still in the shower, so she closed his bedroom door, then positioned herself in the middle of his room facing the bathroom and waited…
As she stood there, for some reason she couldn't logically define, she felt her confidence building until a deviously naughty smile turned her mouth up. She found herself standing there in a classic superhero pose. Her legs spread a little wider than her shoulders. Her shoulders pulled back until her C-cup breasts were thrust out and looked like D's. Her hands were on her hips, her left hand holding the silk ties to Steven's mask that rested on her hip, and her right fingers drumming her impatience on her hip flare and belly. And, her back was arched so that her bountiful ass was sticking out very seductively!
She heard the shower shut off, but still had to wait for him to dry off…and brush his teeth…apparently. By the time Steven opened his bathroom door, her lubrication was dripping from her pussy in large gelatinous dollops that left long clear tendrils that connected her to the carpet!
Steven stepped into his room and stopped! His mouth hanging open in shock as Ethel watched him scan down her body, taking in every alluring detail before he slowly made his way back up to her face. Her smile deepened as he swallowed hard in nervousness.
Moving suddenly, the long string of clear nectar connecting her to the floor glinted in the light as it snapped as she crossed the room. Thrusting the masquerade mask at Steven, she purred, "Put it on."
Steven took the mask and slowly tied it behind his head. When he looked up, Ethel felt a wave of dizziness wash over her as blurry images, heavy breathing, and the smell of sex rushed through her mind. She knew it was the two of them. She could feel that they were in her room, on her bed, but everything was a blur. Gathering her wits she took a step back as Steven took a step towards her.
"Hold on there, Buster," She purred, holding up a hand and shook a finger at him.
She turned away and made a great show of sexy walking to his bed before turning and sitting down and swung her leg in a needlessly wide arc as she flashed her pussy at him and crossed her legs. She smiled at Steven's confusion, before she stated her demands, "I think you know that I don't remember anything of our night together on Valentine's…"
When she didn't continue, Steven took a step forward, but she held out her finger for him to stop.
He obeyed and nodded, "Yes I figured you didn't remember..."
"The last thing I remember is receiving a Valentine's gift on the entry table. A glass of wine, a rose atop a box of chocolates, and a note," She confided as she slowly caressed her thighs. Once she was sure Steven was caught in her spell she asked, "Were those from you?"
"Yes," Steven answered without hesitation.
"I reread the note many times this last couple of weeks," She purred sensually, "You must love me a lot… and not the mama and son… familial love. You really love me don't you? You lust for me? Like a man lusting for a woman! A woman that he takes…and has sex with...makes his…and impregnates! That is how you love me…isn't it?"
"Yes," Steven confessed, "I want to do all those things with you…to you... "
"Then tell me everything that happened," She said in a very low, very serious voice, "Don't leave anything out…and don't lie to me!"
Ethel uncrossed her legs and opened her thighs so Steven could see her prize before she continued, "Depending on what you tell me, will determine where we go from here."
"We've had this discussion before," Steven answered with a smile, "Just before we went to bed. I will never lie to you, I made that promise to you even though you don't remember, but I still intend to keep it."
Ethel smiled and patted the bed next to her as Steven gave a full accounting of their Valentine's night affair.
"You should really go through your voicemail mom. Because you were really dressed to the nines before you got that phone call," Steven suggested.
"So you've been peeking on me for some time," Ethel mused as she looked at her son's engorged dick slowly bouncing with his pulse, "How long have you been watching me?"
"Mom," Steven beseeched not wanting to answer.
"How long," She asked again in a firm motherly tone, but softened it by putting her hand on his thigh before sliding over and wrapping her hand around the base of his cock.
"Since you took me to your room and taught me about girls," He said with a shiver at her touch.
"That," She said in surprise as a perverted smile spread across her plump mouth, "was when you were seven! You've been watching me all this time? What have you seen me do?"
"I," Steven gasped as Ethel's hand massaged his dick to near orgasm as his eyes rolled up into his skull! He tried to push his orgasm down and continue, "I saw everything…you taking off your clothes…dancing naked…showering…bathing… putting makeup on…masturbating with your hands and all your other toys! That was my favorite! I even saw you making love to dad on a few occasions…"
"Ohhh really," She purred huskily, "How did you like watching your father fucking your mommy?"
"I didn't," He answered sullenly, "I hate the way he treats you. How he dominates you. The way he forces you to wait until he's cum in you three times before you get to orgasm. To me, all he does is fuck you. He's never loved you! Not the way you should be…not the way you deserve to be…not the way I would love you!"
There was a pause as Steven, hissed at the memory Randal standing over her, fucking her mouth, or pussy from behind. He gathered his thoughts and feelings, as Ethel watched, and he pushed them aside as he focused on her, "I always loved watching you make love though…I just imagined it was with me and not dad. The way you scrunch your face as you work for your orgasm… the face you make once in the throes of pleasure and satisfaction. I love the way your breasts sway, bounce, and wobble pendulously…the way your belly moves as you rock your hips forward and back…like ocean swells…so rhythmic and soothing. I love watching the way your back muscles tighten and relax as you arch your lower back and push your ass cheeks back as you ride a cock… even if it wasn't mine…at least until Valentine's. I could go on because I love the way your pussy eats up a dick and how your labia are so small and perfect…their pink pigment like rose petals…and I love the way your thighs and calves are shaped…I even love your feet and knees!"
Ethel felt overwhelmed, she never imagined that her son's infatuation could have such depth. Even as creepy as his peeping on her felt, she was also impressed that his lust was completely selfless. It seemed that his initial act of selfishness in drugging her and making love to her, even if it was semi-consensual, was caused by his frustration and longing for something…someone…considered socially taboo. It didn't excuse his behavior at all, but she could understand it.
"I love you son," She began shakily, uncertain that what she was doing was the right thing.
"I love you too, Mom," Steven answered.
"Shush, let me finish," She took a deep breath and let it out as a sigh, "I am furious with you. You basically raped me, Kathryn, and Cybil. The three women you claim you love most in the world. You say you hate the way your father treats me… dominates me. Well, you did exactly the same thing to me and your sisters. You took any choice we had to accept or decline your love. You took it… and you forced yourself…your body…your feelings on us…no matter how we may feel or what we may have wanted!"
Steven's head hung in remorse and he stared at his toes as she chastised him, and explained the gravity of his actions.
Ethel squeezed his cock and ran her hand up to his head and back down, in a show of her feelings toward him so he wouldn't be too dejected, then she sighed again and continued, "I blame your father, and I blame myself for this, and I blame you. In the end you made the choices to commit these actions, but also we have never been an example of what a real, balanced, loving marriage between a man and a woman should be. You hate the way your father treats me, but were still doomed to follow his example because it is all you know."
"I'm sorry mom," Steven apologized, "I am so sorry!"
"I know you are," She consoled with a loving smile and squeezed his dick again, "That's why I'm still here…holding your dick…instead of telling your father or calling the police. I want you to promise me son, from today on, you will be honest with not just me but your sisters too."
"I promise," Steven answered.
"You must promise that you will not only love us, but you will also respect us," She continued, "Even if it is the decision to not accept your love or apology."
"I promise," Steven agreed.
Ethel smiled and continued, "You must promise to take responsibility for your actions on Valentine's, as well as any further relations you have with me, Kathryn, or Cybil."
"I promise," Steven whispered in a hopeful pant.
"Good," She purred, then stood up and turned to Steven. Pushing him to sit back she straddled his lap and guided his dick to her dripping wet furnace of a pussy. She slipped his cock between her pussy-lips and then ate him up as she slid down his shaft until her pubic bone rested against his lower abdomen!
"Good God that feels good!" She moaned wantonly. She took a minute, sighing in satisfaction as she whisked his dick inside her vagina, and then she looked down at him and purred, "Congratulations Daddy! I'm pregnant! You got your own mommy pregnant on Valentine's!"
"You do plan on taking responsibility... right?" She asked rhetorically, in a silly almost jovial tone, making light of the situation.
Steven's mouth dropped open and he just looked up at her. The reality of the fun he was having fucking his mom and sister really hitting home for the first time. Ethel smiled down at him nodding 'Yes' she was pregnant. She wasn't joking. She was absolutely serious. His stunned expression turned into a smile and he sat up and hugged her!
They kissed awkwardly at first, but as she got used to kissing her son, like a man like the father of her child…their kissing went deeper. At some point he pulled back and took his mask off as she laughed nervously. The way he looked at her…she didn't remember Randal ever looking at her like that! With another nervous giggle she pulled the ties of her mask and set it on the bed beside Steven's mask.
"Now we don't have to pretend anymore," He whispered into her mouth as he pulled her down for more kissing!
"Not unless you want to," She whispered back as she began slowly rocking her hips on her son's dick.
——(!)——
For the first time in weeks Kathryn felt...good. Her stomach didn't hurt, and her raw volatile emotions seemed less tender after sharing her feelings and fears with Cybil.
After a long hot shower, she blew her hair dry, put on eyeliner, mascara, and lip gloss. Her belly was still tender, but not so bad that she couldn't wear a nice clean pair of pink thong panties. She pulled on a nearly transparent white cotton tank top that sculpted to her tight little B-cup breasts and went to meet Cybil in her room.
Cybil, was two years younger but she was so much more developed, and Kathryn couldn't help but feel a spike of jealousy as she ogled her sister's porn-star body. Cybil wore only a black lace 34E bra that made her boobs look like they were about to pop out of their constraint, and matching black lace g-string panties. Cybil looked like she was ready for her Penthouse photo shoot!
Kathryn loved her own athletically toned, CrossFit thick body, but she just wished she had more in the bust. Their mother had large breasts, and Cybil's were just ridiculous. So why did she have the petite breasts in the family?
Where she liked athletics, Cybil was completely different. Cybil liked to lounge around like a spoiled, entitled cat, and yet somehow she was also the perfect kind of pleasantly plump. It made Kathryn sick with jealousy!
Cybil also held her weight so that every ounce of extra padding on her whole body, especially on her belly, wasn't too much. Her skin and her fat was smooth and curvy in every girly feminine way. Her hips were broad for her height and age, and her ass could only be described as a 'phat ass booty', a perfectly heart shape from behind and a profoundly capital-C in profile.
"Ugh! I hate you! You are so beautiful," She growled in playful disgust as she very obviously ogled Cybil.
Cybil's mouth opened, her jaw dropped and then she looked up, her jaw clenched in a 'I'm insulted way' and she gave Kathryn a withering look before Cybil very obviously ogled her in return and retorted, "Ugh! I hate you back! You are so incredibly beautiful, and fit, I'd love to have a body like yours!
Kat smiled at the compliment and they both let their physical assessments drop. She knew Cybil would never want to put the effort into having the rock hard body she had, and she herself, would never have breasts like Cybil or her mother's.
Cybil smiled, walked up and wrapped her arms around her waist and asked, "Are you ready to go see Steven?"
Personally, she wasn't sure. Just the thought of Steven made her hackles rise, and she really couldn't understand why.
"I guess," She answered with an uncertain shrug.
"Okay then," Cybil retorted with a mischievous smile, "Ready or not, let's do it!"
Smiling nervously, she followed Cybil as she boldly led her to their older brother's room by the hand. It was a quick walk out of Cybil's room and across the hallway to Steven's room. She turned the doorknob and slung the door open and they both froze as the scene before them crashed over them like a cold ocean wave and left them dazed!
"Ahhhhhhh!"
"Aaaaaaaaah!"
"Ohhhhhhh Steven!"
"Ooooooh shit! Ohhhhh fuck!"
"Steven!"
"Deeper Steven deeper!"
Ethel moaned as her hair bounced and lashed her back. Her hands were on Steven's shoulders while his hands were on her waist. She was sitting on his lap and her ass was bouncing with every resounding collision of her body against his!
"Oh fuck! Deeper baby deeper! Plant your baby maker in mama's womb," Ethel growled aggressively as she bounced on Steven like she was on a pogo stick!
Kathryn felt her jaw drop. What the fuck was going on? Why was their mother fucking their brother? When did this happen? Jealousy spiked up into her nose quickly followed by rage, guilt and embarrassment!
"Mom!" She shrieked, her voice sounding stunned and outraged in her own ears, "What the fuck!"
Ethel's whole body jumped in surprise and then Kathryn watched in horror as her mother's orgasm wracked her body, causing her hips to quake and shudder as she slammed herself down on Steven's cock and ground herself down as she moaned lustily in satisfaction. It was more than she could take…she felt like she was about to swoon…the room was spinning…everything seemed to darken and became wobbly. Big silvery tears gathered on her lashes and fell to her cheeks. Snatching her hand from Cybil's, she wiped her tears away before turning on her heel and running out of the room!
——(!)——
Cybil watched Kathryn run and part of her knew she should go after her, but as she listened to her mother's orgasmic moaning… she thrust her thumbs into her panties catching the strings that curved over her hips and pushed them down letting her g-string fall to the floor just inside Stevens doorway! She didn't bother with her bra, instead in a half skipping jog she came up beside her mother and Steven.
They were so engrossed, both of them kissing and breathing and climaxing! Their eyes closed so that every touch… every feeling was enhanced! They didn't even notice Cybil putting her hands on their shoulders until she was tearing them apart as she pushed Steven down into his bed…
"What the fuck Cybil," Ethel protested!
She smiled as she quickly crawled on the bed, sat on Steven's chest and worked her pussy down to his face. Then, she grabbed her mother, pulling her in and kissed her as soundly as Steven was giving her seconds before!
"Mmm," Ethel moaned into her mouth as she relaxed and accepted that her daughter was now making out with her.
She used one hand to hold her mother's waist, but used her other hand to cup Ethel's breast and pinch her nipple between her knuckles. Ethel unhooked her bra then brought both her hands around and grabbed Cybil's fat laden breasts as they fell out of her bra cups. She used her thumbs and index fingers to pinch her nipples while she used the rest of her hands to squeeze her breasts together as they kissed!
Steven was buried inside Ethel, his dick throbbing and cumming inside her while his tongue licked inside her and his nose pressed on her anus…dangerously close to penetrating her. Cybil felt him work his hands under her ass cheeks, and then he was lifting her up just enough so she could grind her pussy into his mouth while he moved to suck on her clitoris and let his nose beak her vagina!
She, they, continued like that for two hours. Eating and sucking each other until they heard the front door open and close. Randal was home from golf…Ethel left to take a shower leaving Cybil with Steven…