Mom Worth Sharing Wife
Date: 01.02.2010Keywords: Sharing, Mom, Wife, Worth,
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"How does it start?"
"How does it--"
Janine reached up and pecked her mother on the lips. "Like... with kissing?"
Jackie was alert, now. "I like kissing," she said softly.
Her daughter kissed her again, no tongue, just soft, careful lips.
Then again, harder.
"Janine, honey, I--"
Then again. Harder.
Now she grabbed handfuls of her mother's shirt and began to tug it up over her head as their faces sucked one another. They wobbled there, the two of them, kissing frantically, "mmph"ing and trying to negotiate a shirt over Jackie's head. Which head, at this point, was spinning. She helped Janine lift the shirt off her. Her daughter's hands came up immediately to her tits, caressing. Jackie, still off balance and a little unsure, moaned and said, "Janine..."
Janine grabbed her own shirt and practically tore it off. Bra, too. Then she roughly embraced her mother, smashing their boobs together. Jackie sighed despite herself. Janine ran her hands and fingers through her mother's hair. Still not fully on board, Jackie wrapped her arms around Janine, but not moving anything but her head as her daughter made out with her.
Before long Janine, her hands visibly shaking, was trying to take off her jeans. Jackie took hers off, too. Both women's panties were wet. They embraced again, Janine grinding her pussy into her mother's through their underwear. Jackie sighed and began to caress her daughter.
Finally Janine tugged Jackie's panties down, and Jackie returned the favor. Knowing The Talk was a wild success, Jackie began administering to her daughter's boobs. Janine sucked in air. Jackie thought of all the times she'd called her mother "Mom" and "Mommy" during sex and found herself desperately hoping Janine would do the same.
7. To be young and in love
That was how it had started, and it made more sense now, if Brian and Janine had already had sex. Incest wasn't exactly a brand new concept to her daughter. Right at this very moment, Jackie was very happy about that.
She kissed Janine tenderly, tasting her own pussy juices. Despite herself she sucked in the scent and closed her eyes in pleasure. She ran a finger along Janine's chin. "Sore?"
Janine smiled. "Yeah. But worth it." She kissed her mother back. "Way worth it." Jackie smiled brightly. Now they were softly, tenderly making out again. None of the hunger or urgency of before, just two women in love, tasting one another, luxuriating with one another.
After a while Janine smiled up at her mother, and sank down to her tit. She lovingly engulfed it in her mouth and began suckling, like a baby. Jackie shuddered and sighed. She stroked her daughter's hair. "My dearest love," she whispered. "I hope you discover that sex isn't just something you do, it a way to love. I have. It's been the greatest gift of my life."
Janine left her mother's nipple and looked up. "Are there ways to do it where my jaw won't be so sore? Or do I just have to get used to it," Janine asked. "Because I'm willing."
Jackie kissed her daughter's head. "You'll get better at it, and you'll get used to it," she said. Seeing Janine's face darken a little, she quickly added, "not that you have to get better at it, darling. My God, no. I haven't come that hard in I don't know how long."
"Thanks a lot," said a voice behind them. Both women started, one gasping, one letting out a little shriek. Jackie regarded her son angrily. "Brian, you were to leave us alone for the day. And sneaking up on two people sharing a bed is unforgivable. Have you been eavesdropping? Are you some kind of Peeping Tom?"
Chastened, Brian's confidence left him. Still, he managed to joke, "not for long. I couldn't stand it for too long at a time." Brian was naked, and his dick was acting like his mother and sister were tangled naked in bed together.
"Mom, don't be mad at him," Janine said. That wasn't going to do it. "You'd better explain what you're doing here," she said to her brother.
He shrugged, still chastened by his mother's anger. "I screwed up, Mom. I had sex with Janine the weekend after her birthday, I thought you were going to talk to her when she turned 18 and she'd understand. She just thought I was drunk," he said.
Janine started to reply to reassure him, but Jackie cut her off. "What does that have to do with intruding on people's privacy?" she demanded.
"Mom, you don't understand. I want Janine so bad, but I know I'm not supposed to till you have your talk. I knew you were talking today, and I figured I could 'accidentally' be around after you were done. Neenie, I'm so sorry," he added.
Janine was puzzled. "Wait. You want... me? Not just, to be able to have sex with your sister?"
Brian shook his head in frustration. "Neenie, no. I know all about this family arrangement -- ALL about it -- but that night after the party I just wanted you. I can have sex whenever I want -- I don't mean anything bad by that, Mom -- but I couldn't wait to be with you again. Today was the day. I couldn't stay away."
Janine was glowing, and Jackie rolled her eyes, knowing she couldn't press her anger. "Brian, the voyeurism and the intrusion without knocking are unacceptable. I need you to promise me you'll never repeat them."
"I promise. I really do. I'm sorry."
Jackie rose. "Fine, then," she said, not sharply, but with finality. "I'll leave you two alone."
"Mom! No," Janine said, looking crestfallen, like a kid who pops a balloon.
"Dear, I'm not as young as I used to be, and you two will I'm sure enjoy your time alone." Both her son and daughter looked like they were going to protest, so she put her hand up. "Not a word. I'll be downstairs. Enjoy yourselves."
Jackie walked out, and with quickening breath Janine looked at her brother. "Oh my God," she said. "I don't believe all this!"
Brian sat down next to her, gently stroking her leg. "I know. But it's perfect. Janine, I love you. And I want you. I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since the party."
She kissed him, encircling his broad shoulders as he gripped the backs of her shoulders. They were young, in love, and free to express and act on it. Their kisses were tender, but with the aggression and confidence of youth. Their heads bobbed and twisted, always in time with one another. Their tongues seemed mirror images.
His dick was straining to the ceiling, and Janine carefully wrapped it in her hand. With a look of tenderness that almost broke Janine's heart with joy, Brian said, "if you're worn out, we can go as slow as you want." She smiled, kissed him again and sank down to engulf his cock in her mouth. His eyes rolled and he groaned. Her mouth was so warm and wet, and felt so perfect. His cock had actually been in his mother's cunt, more times than he could count, but as wonderful as that felt, THIS felt like home.
Janine slid her tongue up and down the underside, bobbing up and down and thrusting his dick as far down her throat as she could. Her hunger for his come in her mouth she couldn't explain. Blowing that guy from school, she thought she'd wretch, and she didn't even intend to swallow. With Brian, she wanted him to shoot his spunk in her mouth. She wanted to taste it, swallow it, and kiss him with her mouth when she was done. She'd even try to get some on her face. Then maybe her mom could lick it off.
8. Better if you were there
Jackie was content. Relieved, even, after being anxious about what Janine's reaction would be. Her children were upstairs fucking, she'd had a monstrous come herself, her evening was free, and she was happy.
This had gone much more smoothly than her talk with Brian. Three years ago, Brian was freaked out, looking like he'd seen a ghost the whole time, and actually excusing himself to go to the bathroom with nausea when the discussion turned to Jackie and his Grandpa. Jackie had been genuinely worried about him, and they spent an uncomfortable evening watching movies on TV, her fielding new questions every twenty minutes or so. Of course, Brian was a man, and a smart man, so eventually he understood her mother to be telling him he could have sex if he wanted. So they had. But God, not as quickly or as confidently as with Janine.
Sex with her son was every bit as loving and intimate as sex with Janine had been, and promised to be, but with a 21 year old's impatience sneaking through every once in a while. He was as tender a lover as she'd ever slept with, but now and then he thought of himself first. Jackie knew that any non-relative he bedded would think he was one of the most responsive, giving lovers in the world, though, and he would be, compared to what they were used to. And that was because he had sex so often with people he loved.
Including, now, his sister. She wasn't keeping track, but they'd been at it about a half an hour, and strangely, Jackie hadn't heard a sound. She didn't know what she expected, but she imagined the two of them ravaging one another with abandon, and some sounds or indications of activity. She shrugged it off and sat down at the kitchen table with a second cup of tea and the evening paper.
"Mom?" she heard softly behind her.
Both her children were standing there, Brian with a t-shirt and boxers on and Janine with just one of her brother's t-shirts, which was oversized for her. His arm was around her. A wave of love swept over Jackie at how perfect they looked, how adult. Brian seemed brightly happy, and Janine was simply glowing.
"Look at you two, like a pair of young lovers," she said. "Janine, I'm surprised you can even stand up. I've been on the receiving end, remember." She winked at Brian.
Brian blushed a little and Janine stifled a giggle. "We haven't been fucking, Mom," she said. Jackie was, predictably, shocked.
"Why in the world not?"
"Well," Janine began, "I took care of his hard on -- he's my brother, and that's what sisters are for." Now she winked at him. "But then we just started talking. We have a lot to talk about.
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Keywords: Sharing, Mom, Wife, Worth,