MOM'S HALLOWEEN COSTUME

When Freddy arrived home, the Halloween party his parents had hosted was over. He entered the house not sure if Mom and Dad would be awake, or already in bed. When he entered the family room he found his mother, Debbie, picking up paper plates, cups and napkins that guests had not thrown in the trash.

"Hey Mom," Freddy said. "Dad already in bed?"

"Hi Honey!" Debbie answered in the overly enthusiastic way she always did when she had too much to drink. "Are you just getting home?"

"Uh, yeah Mom. So, is Dad in bed already?"

"No," Debbie replied. "He had to drive Aunt Sally home. She had a little too much to drink. They just left."

"She had a little too much, huh?"

"Yes. Dad just left."

"Was he OK? Or did he have too much to drink too?"

"Oh no, he was fine! Wait a minute...are you implying that I have had too much to drink?"

"No, Mom. I'm not implying it. I'm saying it straight out."

"Oh...you! You just don't...I...fine, maybe a little too much."

"Yeah, right Mom. So, how was the party?"

"It was really fun! Everybody had a great time, I think."

"You actually wore that costume after all, huh?"

"Of course! Why wouldn't I?"

Freddy took a step back and surveyed his mother's Halloween costume. She was dressed in a genie outfit, resembling a television character made famous long before he was born. The outfit consisted mostly of sheer, billowy fabric that covered her legs and arms. A swath of red fabric hung in front of the the bikini-bottoms that held the lower fabric in place. Her midriff was bare from below her navel to just under her breasts, where a red bikini-like top allowed her considerable cleavage to be on full display. A small, conical red hat sat atop her head with another swath of sheer fabric flowing from the top.

"Well, Mom. It's a little, revealing, isn't it?"

"You don't think I can pull it off?"

"No, it's not that, Mom. You look great, of course. I'm just saying, it shows a lot of skin."

"Oh, don't be a prude!"

"No worries about that, Mom. You're funny when you're drunk, by the way."

"Oh, stop!" Debbie exclaimed with a vague wave of her hand. "I am not drunk!"

At forty-two years of age, Debbie was indeed still able to pull-off the genie costume quite well. She was curved in all the right places. Her body was pleasantly soft, but still very shapely. She continued to turn heads of all ages. And her blue eyes, beautiful smile and long blonde hair, which was pulled up, and sticking out of the little red hat completed the sexy package.

When Debbie looked up at her son, intending to give him the best scowl she could muster, she noticed for the first time how he was dressed.

"What?" Freddy inquired after seeing his mother's puzzled expression.

"Speaking of costumes, what, on earth, are you supposed to be, Mister?"

A wide grin spread across Freddy's face. Debbie didn't notice, but he also blushed a little.

"I should have gotten out of this get-up, Mom. I'll go upstairs and take it off."

"No, wait. What the hell is that?"

Freddy wore a black t-shirt and black pants. A pair of sunglasses sat atop his head. And a cardboard box, roughly the size of a large shoe box stuck straight out from a spot below his waist. A black strap which held the box in place went through two belt loops, then ran behind his back.

"It's just something silly, Mom. I'm going to go take it off."

"You you are not. I want to know what you're supposed to be first. Did you put that on here?"

"No, I came up with it at Jason's. I walked home with it on, but now I wish I had taken it off before I left."

"OK, but Freddy, I still have no idea what you're supposed to be."

"I don't think you want to know, Mom. It's just something stupid."

"I do want to know. I'm totally curious now. What is that supposed to be?"

Freddy sighed, seeing that he was not likely to get out of telling his mother what he was dressed as.

"OK, Mom. But don't freak out or anything. This is a," he gestured to the box, "it's a Dick-in-a-Box."

"What?" Debbie asked, looking puzzled once again.

"It's just something from a song, from a stupid video."

"But...Freddy, I don't understand."

"Mom...dick...in...a...box. That's exactly what it is."

Debbie's eyes grew wide. She didn't want to laugh, but she couldn't control it.

"Ha! Get out of here! You're not...your...isn't...no way!"

Freddy rolled his eyes and shook his head in embarrassment.

"Yes, Mom. I know, it's ridiculous. I never expected you to see it, though."

"Honey, you're telling me, that YOUR...dick...is in that box?"

"Mom, I'm sorry. I know, I know. It's ridiculous. It was just a joke."

"You have to be shitting me, Freddy!"

Freddy felt at least slightly relieved that his mother still seemed to be laughing, seeing the situation as humorous, rather than being furious or disgusted with him.

"No, Mom, I'm not shitting you. Now can I go take this off?"

"Why, does it hurt or something?"

"No. It felt really weird for a while, but I got used to it."

"How could you do that, Freddie?"

"Well, Mom...I know it was a dumb idea, like I keep saying. But look at you. You're half naked, your boobs are hanging out of the top of that costume. You're not exactly dressed as a nun, you know?"

This comment made Debbie giggle almost uncontrollably for a few moments.

"Oh, Freddy, I guess you're right. But, I still don't think I believe you. I don't believe it's really in that box."

"Trust me, Mom. It is. What do you wanna do, take a look?"

"Yes!" Debbie exclaimed. "I think you're totally teasing me. I don't think it's in there."

"Mom, there's a hole in the box, and my thing is sticking through it, into the box...for real."

"No way. Let me look."

"Mom, seriously?"

"Yes! I wanna prove I'm right!"

"Fine," Freddy said, shaking his head. "Go ahead. The lid comes off. Lift it up and look, if you have to."

Giggling once again, Debbie moved toward the mysterious box affixed to the front of her son. With a silly smile she bent down and pried the top off the box, first just an inch, then two, then...

Debbie stood upright instantly, eyes wide.

"Freddy! You better tell me that's a fake. Tell me that's a dildo in that box."

"Mom, it's real. It's me. Enough already, OK?"

"It's a dildo. It has to be. It's rubber. You bought it at a porno bookstore or something."

"Mom! Stop it, will you? MY dick, is in the box. What do you want to do, touch it or something?"

"Why not? I know it's fake. So who cares if I touch it?"

"Mom, that's more than enough. You're half drunk. I promise you, it's not fake. I'm going up to my room..."

"No Sir. Stop right there, Young Man."

Before he could turn to leave, Freddy's mother pulled the top completely off the box. There lay what she was convinced was a good-sized rubber penis. For a moment she wondered how Freddy had attached it to his pants, because it appeared to be connected to something, rather than just laying loose in the box as she had thought.

"Mom, you're gonna want to stop before you go any further. Trust me."

Debbie rolled her eyes and smirked at her son just before putting her hand on what she thought was a dildo. She knew instantly from the texture and the warmth, that it was indeed not a fake.

"Freddy! Oh, no way! I can't believe you...oh, shit! This is your...this is YOUR dick."

"Yes, Mom. I told you that, many times."

"I can't fucking believe this! Are you crazy?"

"Am I crazy? Mom, not only are you exposing half your body, but may I point out, you still have your hand on me."

Debbie looked down at her hand, in the box, on her son's cock, and giggled again.

"Ohhhh, fuck! My hand is on my son's penis! This is a Halloween to remember, isn't it!"

"Mom, you should take your hand off now."

"I know I should, Honey. But for some reason, I'm not. What's wrong with me?"

"You've had way to much to drink, like I said."

"Get rid of the box, Freddy."

"What? Mom, what do you..."

"Lose the box. As long as you're here, I just...I just want to see what it really looks like. I don't know why. But I'm sure I'll never get another chance like this. Just lose the box, OK?"

"I can't believe I'm doing this. Fine, Mom."

Freddy put his hand on top of his mother's which was still lightly grasping his member, lifted it up, and easily detached the box from around his waist, then cast it aside. Without thinking, He instinctively opened his pants the rest of the way. He wasn't wearing anything underneath, since it would have restricted his ability to actually BE in the box. His pants fell to his ankles and he was naked from the waist down.

"There it is, Mom. You wanted to see it. There it is. Take a good look."

"Freddy! I didn't tell you to take your pants off!"

Freddy shrugged his shoulders. His mother took a few steps back and sat on the edge of the couch.

"Come here, Honey," Debbie said.

"Mom, isn't this enough?"

"I just want to look, like I said. I don't know why. I just do."

"What if Dad comes home and finds us like this?"

"I told you, he's driving Aunt Sally home. He left just before you got here, and she lives like forty minutes away. Plus she'll want him to come in the house for a while anyway. He won't be back for probably two hours. Come here, Freddy."

Freddy moved toward his mother, feeling a sudden urge to ask to see her breasts in exchange for having seen his cock. But rather than ask, he decided to move very close to her and brush his stiff dick against her cleavage.

"You got to touch me, Mom. This only seems fair."

Freddy briefly wondered what was possessing him to do what he had just done. He knew he had not had too much to drink as his mother clearly had. Before he could analyze his actions much further, he felt his mother grasping him again.

"You like how that feels against my boobs, Freddy?"

Debbie had put her hand completely around her son's dick this time and she was rubbing the head up and down her significant cleavage.

"Oh shit, Mom, yes it feels unbelievable."

"I have no idea why, Honey...but I am really intrigued by you and your little stunt. I feel like I'm losing my head, but it feels really good."

"Your costume is kinda making me lose my mind too."

Debbie looked up at her son and smiled as she grasped the cups of her bikini-top, then pulled them down to allow her big breasts to flop out.

"You can feel my boobs a little better this way, I think."

She took one big tit in each hand and wrapped them around her son's erection. She looked up at him and grinned as she moved slowly up and down.

"Fuck Mom...I can't believe this."

"That makes two of us, Honey. I can't believe I'm gonna do this either."

She took her boobs from around her son's cock and without pause, took it in her mouth. Freddy leaned his head back and moaned as he felt his mother swallow him down. Debbie worked him for a few minutes before he pushed her back, unable wait to have his turn.

Freddy maneuvered his mother to the couch, laid her back against the armrest and quickly pulled the fabric from her bottom. It was still attached around her ankles, but he was able to spread her knees and plunge his face into her pussy without completely removing it.

"Ohhhhh Honey, Honey, Honey...," Debbie whispered softly. "Oh Freddy that feels...ooohhhh yeah...yeah...yeah..."

Freddy licked, sucked, kissed and nuzzled his mother's slit and clitoris until she was very near orgasm, then he pulled away.

"Did you like that, 'Genie'??"

"What do you think, 'Master'? Fuck yes."

"What do you want me to do now?"

"Well, do you want to put that dick of yours in a different box?"

"I like the way you think, Mom."

Freddy now pulled the bottom of Debbie's costume completely off so that he could spread her legs wide. She locked eyes with her son as he got between her legs.

"Put that inside your genie, Master...please?"

"Am I your master?"

"Yessss...you're my fucking master."

"You want your master to fuck your pussy?"

"Oh, yesssss, Master. Please, please fuck your mother's pussy, Master."

Freddy entered his mother slowly, inch by inch until he reached half way.

"Don't stop, Baby. Give Mommy everything."

"You want my whole dick in your box?"

"Oh yeah Honey. Mommy wants that whole big dick in her box."

Freddy pulled back slowly, then pushed back in to half way again, then pulled almost out, loving the feeling of teasing his mother. Then with a smile, he rammed his hips forward and penetrated her all the way.

"Ohhh! Fuck! Yessss! Ohhhh, fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

"I can't believe we're...really doing this, Mom," Freddy said as his breathing became heavier.

"That makes two of us, Honey...mmmoooohhhh...oh shit...wait a minute!"

"What, Mom?"

"Fuck, we have to stop, Honey," Debbie said urgently. "Come on Freddy, really. Stop."

"Why, Mom? What's wrong?"

"I just realized that I'm not on the pill! Shit! My brain is totally checked out. Really Sweetie, we have to stop."

"It's OK, Mom," Freddy said, returning to pumping his mother's hole.

"Freddy! I didn't notice a condom on your dick when it was in the other box, or when it was in my mouth. It's not OK. How is it OK? You have to stop."

"I won't do it inside you, Mom. Come on, don't you like my dick in your box?"

"Ohhh Freddy...I think you can tell how much I love it. But I cannot get pregnant. Damn...stop Freddy!"

"Mom, it's too late now anyway. If it's gonna happen, it probably already happened. But to be safe, I'll pull out."

"Ohhhhhhh...fuck it. OK, you better pull out, Mister...Master." This made Debbie giggle. "MMMmmmm...your dick does feel sooooo good in my box, Freddy. Keep fucking your mommy like that."

Debbie's big boobs moved up and down with each thrust of her son's cock. When she grasped them in her hands and pinched her nipples, Freddy slowed down so he could move in and give each one a suck.

"You have the most beautiful tits I've ever seen, Mom. I've wanted to have 'em in my mouth for so long."

"You have? Freddy! You...really? That is so wrong! And I love it. Ohhhh Honey, you're gonna make Mommy cum soon. Bite my nipples for a minute, please."

Freddy gladly obliged, taking one nipple between his front teeth and firmly closing on it to the point it made his mother squeal and squirm with added pleasure.

"Like that, Mom?"

"Ohhhhhhhh!!! Fuck yes! Oh Freddy my baby...Mom's gonna cum...oohhhhh..."

"Me too, Mom. I'll pull it out now."

"No!"

"What? Mom, I thought you were afraid of getting..."

"I don't care. I probably won't. I don't know! I want you inside me, Freddy. I'm gonna...ffffuuuuuuck...I'm gonna...ohhhh just don't stop fucking me, please."

Freddy was too close to care. He thrust as hard as he could, feeling his glans come in contact with his mother's cervix each time he hit full penetration. He knew he shouldn't do it. His mom told him not to, but then she said she wanted it. Freddy could control it no longer.

"Ohhh, Mom...oohhhhhhh!!!" Freddy moaned loudly as he began to spasm.

Freddy pushed all the way into his mother as his cock blasted off. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and held him tightly as she felt his dick throbbing and squirting inside her as she shuddered to her own big orgasm. The two held on to each other for several minutes once the moaning and convulsing had subsided.

Finally Debbie released her tight hold on her son so she could pull back a bit and look at him before she spoke.

"I must be completely out of my mind. How could I let this happen? You're my son, Freddy. I'm your mother. And we just fucked. I just fucked my son."

"And your son fucked you. You were always good at pointing out the obvious, Mom," Freddy said with a grin.

"Don't be a wise ass," Debbie retorted, unable to hide a slight smile on her own face. "What if I'm pregnant, huh? What are we gonna do then?"

"Well Mom, then I guess next Halloween your costume can include a baby carriage and a nursing bra."

"Freddy! Don't even say that."

"Don't worry, Mom. I'm sure it's fine. But if not...if you are...you know, you will let me nurse next to my new baby brother or baby sister, right?"

"What am I supposed to do with you? And by the way, are you ready to take your dick out of my box?"

"I don't know, Mom. If we talk a little more about you getting pregnant and me sucking milk from your boobs, I might just get hard again pretty quickly, and then I can keep it in your box a little longer."

Debbie shook her head. Then suddenly she felt a bit intrigued by her son's comments.

"Freddy, are you saying you...you'd LIKE me to be...you know...pregnant?"

"I can't even imagine how hot you'd be, Mom. I'd want to put my dick in your box every fucking night."

"That might be a tough one to slip past your father, Honey."

"Mom, we both know he sleeps like a log. I could just sneak in your room...or you could sneak into mine..."

"Freddy! Enough already. Really? You'd want to do that?"

"I would. Happy Halloween, Mom."

"Happy Halloween, Sweetheart...naughty, wiseass Sweetheart!"

Freddy did in fact get hard again in no time and he fucked his mother's box a second time, and came inside her a second time, before finally taking his dick out of her box...for that night, at least.

When Debbie awoke the morning after Halloween, she found herself in her own bed, next to her husband Glen. She couldn't remember what day it was. There was a fuzzy recollection that the day before had some significance, but she couldn't bring anything more to mind.

She rolled onto her side and on the chair next to the bed she saw the crumpled-up genie costume she had worn the night before.

"Halloween," she whispered to herself. "Oh yeah...the party..." Suddenly Debbie's eyes popped open. "Oh shit."

Her mind began fishing for details that would explain the sick feeling that had come to her stomach, seemingly out of nowhere. She remembered the party. She had too much too drink, everybody loved her costume and nobody could shut up about how much cleavage she was showing. Her sister Sally, whose costume and cleavage got just as much attention (if not more, in Debbie's mind), wanted a ride home and as expected, Glen took her. Freddy came home after the party was over...

"Oh shit," she repeated to herself. "No way. No fucking way. That DID NOT happen."

"Are you saying something?" Glen said groggily from behind her.

Debbie wondered how he could have possibly heard her. Maybe he hadn't been asleep after all. She rolled back over to face him.

"Oh, good morning Hun. Oh no, I was just sort of thinking out loud...barely out loud I thought."

"Oh," Glen replied.

"Why don't you go back to sleep? When did you get back anyway?"

"I um...I don't remember the exact time. Late. You know your sister."

"I know. When she's drinking she never stops talking. Did she want you to come in?"

"Yes, of course."

"And did you?"

"Well, yeah. Couldn't really say no to her. It's always been hard for me to say no to Sally."

"I know that, very well. She has that way with most guys, and especially with you."

"What got into YOU last night, anyway?" Glen asked, hoping his wife wouldn't notice his abrupt changing of the subject.

"Me? What do you mean, what got into ME?"

"You don't remember? Deb, really? Gee, and I was so proud of myself for my performance."

"What? What on earth are you talking about?"

"I can't believe you don't remember."

"Glen," Debbie said impatiently, now feeling fully awake, "seriously...what do you mean? Remember what?"

"You were like, on fire."

"I don't understand. On fire?"

"Yeah. You practically jumped me when I climbed into bed."

"I did?"

"Yes you did. I haven't seen you like that in ages. Honestly, I tried to tell you I was too tired. But you didn't even slow down."

"Oh wow...I'm sorry. I'm sorry I don't remember."

"It's not a big deal. I know you had a lot to drink. But you pulled me on top of you, then you more or less pushed me down between your legs."

"Glen! I did not! Are you...are you serious?"

"Yes I'm serious. And you must have been at it by yourself for a while before I got here."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because you were... Well, you were unbelievably wet down there. And the sheet was soaked under you. It was like you had been getting screwed for an hour before I arrived."

"Glen...that's ridiculous. Why would you say something like that?"

"What? I'm just joking around, Debbie. I'm just saying, you were very horny, and you were dripping wet...slippery even. Well lubricated, if I may say so. How long had you been playing with yourself to get so worked up like that?"

"I...wow. I told you, Glen. I don't remember anything at all. I'm sorry, but I don't. Maybe we should just drop it."

Neither husband nor wife noticed that the other seemed to have their own reasons to change the subject.

"Deb, it's not a big deal. I think it's cool that you were doing that. I thought you were waiting for me...getting yourself ready or something."

"Oh, well. I'm sure I was," Debbie said, trying to sound convincing. "I just don't remember the details, that's all. I'm sure I was waiting for you."

Debbie fell silent as her brain tried to piece-together what had happened. She was feeling more sick than before, because she realized that the insane notion that had come to her mind the night before may have actually come to fruition. It seemed at least possible...that she had actually had sex with their son.

Had they done really done it...her and Freddy? Could they have done it...THE deed...twice? Was that based in any reality whatsoever, she wondered? Assuming for a moment that such an unbelievable act had occurred, Debbie figured that afterward she had come up to her bed. She then realized why she, and her sheets, were so wet. She had let Freddy cum inside of her...twice. She then came up to her bed and masturbated while the majority of his semen, and her own juices drenched the sheets.

"I'm not complaining, Deb. I'm just not used to you being out of your mind like that. And even though you wouldn't let me inside you, I couldn't believe how we finished."

"I wouldn't? We didn't...screw? You're kidding. Why? Wait, how did we finish?"

"You wouldn't let me put it in you, not even with a condom. After you got me to lick your soaking wet pussy you climbed on top of me and sucked me like crazy. Then not only did you keep it in your mouth, but you...swallowed...completely."

"Oh, shit," Debbie repeated, more to herself than to her husband.

Debbie had pieced together that she must not have wanted Glen to cum in her, while at the same time she wouldn't let Freddy NOT cum in her. She wondered if she actually wanted to have her son plant a baby in her.

"Nice. Glad you were so into it," Glen said with mild resentment.

"Hmm? Oh, I didn't mean it that way, Hun."

"Why would you let me make love to you, anyway? I mean, I'm not complaining, believe me. I loved what you did. But why couldn't I...?"

"I don't know, Glen!" Debbie suddenly snapped. "OK? I was being stupid. I was drunk. I don't know! What if I do get...you know...pregnant? I have no idea what would happen then!"

"Wait a minute...what? Deb, I said you WOULDN'T let me inside you. We DID NOT FUCK. So how exactly would you get pregnant? By some Halloween Miracle? Maybe the Great Pumpkin knocked you up?" His wife gave him a very cold stare, which made him back off immediately. "Deb, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you."

"I know, Glen. I'm the one who's sorry. I'm just not sure what to say. It was a crazy night, I did some stupid things, and we'll see what happens, OK?"

Debbie then got out of bed and headed for the shower, leaving Glen to ponder what might have gotten her so upset. He didn't understand what she might have meant when she said she did stupid things the night before. It sounded like she meant more than just having blown him and swallowing his load. But Glen didn't dwell on that too much, as he had his own "stupid things" to think over.

By the time Freddy got out of bed, showered and came downstairs, his mother had left the house. He was disappointed, because he was hoping to see her, and to have a chance to talk about what had happened between them the night before.

When Freddy came into the kitchen he found Glen at the table, nursing his second cup of coffee. Freddy got coffee for himself and sat down to join his father.

"Morning, Dad."

"Hey, Freddy. How are you this morning?"

"Oh, I'm doing fine. Where's Mom?"

"I don't know. She left without telling me."

"I take it you got back OK after you drove Aunt Sally home?"

"Yes, I guess I made it back OK...I don't know. I'm here."

"Are you all right, Dad? You actually don't look so good."

"Oh. I don't know. I don't feel so great. Maybe just too much partying from last night. When did you get home anyway? Was I already gone?"

"Uh, yeah. I think you had just left."

"Was your mother still up?"

"Yeah, she was. Why do you ask?"

"I was just wondering if you knew of anything that might have upset her. She seemed really edgy this morning."

Freddy thought he had a good idea of what his mother might be edgy about, but of course he couldn't let on.

"I don't know, Dad. Maybe she's just tired. She did seem to have had a little too much to drink when I got home."

"A LITTLE? It would be a first if your mother had a LITTLE too much to drink."

"I guess last night it was more than just a little. But no, I can't really say what might have been up with her." Freddy surveyed his father's overall countenance for a few seconds before repeating his inquiry. "Is everything OK, Dad? You REALLY don't look so great."

"Oh, really? Um...you know... Party, little hangover, out late, Aunt Sally...well... Just a lot of stuff. I'm kinda dragged out I guess."

"No offense, but you look like it."

"Thanks a lot," Glen said with half a smile.

"Just joking, Dad."

"Yeah, I know. But...I don't know Freddy...last night was...just a weird night."

"What do you mean, Dad?"

"I don't know exactly. I mean, obviously it was Halloween. But there was some kind of strange...vibe I guess, last night."

"Really? Hmm... I guess you're right Dad. There did seem to be something in the air, sort of."

After his experience with his mother Freddy had been fairly convinced that something more than strange was going on. He knew his mother to be wild at times, especially at parties, and anytime she had too much too drink. But that Halloween night was unlike anything Freddy had ever experienced, to say the least. Of course, he didn't feel the freedom to explore the subject in much depth with his father. As it turned out, Freddy didn't need to take the initiative.

"I know. I mean, was there a full moon or something?"

"I have no clue," Freddy said as he reached for his phone. "Damn," he added shortly after he had looked something up.

"What?" Glen inquired.

"There was indeed a full moon," Freddy said as he turned his phone to show his father the info he had found. "It's so weird that you would say that, you know?"

"Not that I believe in that stuff...full moons and all. But something was happening."

"What are you talking about, Dad? Did something um... Did something happen, that you know of?"

"Yes it did, Son. Something very bad happened. Something that never should have happened...happened."

"Really? What was it?"

"I don't really know how to bring this up to you, Freddy. I feel like it's your mother I should be talking to."

Freddy suddenly felt nervous. His father couldn't have seen him screwing his mother, could he? Freddy figured there was no possible way.

"Uh...really Dad? Well...could you...give me a hint or something?"

Glen hung his head for a few moments before continuing.

"Oh, Freddy. Shit. Well, OK, here goes. I should be talking to your mother, for sure. But I just need to confess to someone else first."

"Confess?" Freddy felt sudden relief, figuring what his father had to say didn't involve his son fucking Mom on the living room couch. "What do you mean Dad? Confess how?"

"I was already gone when you got home last night, right?" Freddy nodded. "Yeah, you told me that, didn't you? So, you didn't get to see your Aunt Sally in her...costume, right?"

"Aunt Sally? No, I didn't see her at all last night. She got here after I went out, and she was gone, with you, when I got home. Why? What about her costume?"

"Well, she was...," Glen said before pausing and hanging his head again briefly, "she was... Shit, she looked so hot. I mean, seriously."

"Oh, OK. What was she dressed as?"

"A biker chick. Oh MAN Freddy."

"Wow. I can imagine that Aunt Sally could pull that off pretty well."

"That's for sure. She was wearing these skin-tight, black leather pants, with long black boots that almost came up to her knees. And the pants were low-slung. She was wearing a black thong and it was sticking out just enough that you could see it when she leaned forward at all. She had on a leather vest, buttoned only about halfway up, with nothing underneath."

"Shit, that does sound hot."

"You can't imagine."

Freddy was no stranger to his Aunt Sally's charms. He had been fantasizing about her taut but curvy body ever since he discovered his first erection. But after the previous night's encounter with his mom, any other woman would pale in comparison for a long time to come.

"Well Dad, if you don't mind me saying so, Mom was a hell of a knock-out in her costume. I mean, come on..."

"Oh well, of course. Your mother is gorgeous, and she looked amazing. But there was something about Aunt Sally. She's just...her arms were bare...she has amazing arms...and she has those fucking tattoos. She has a chest tattoo! I didn't even know that. She had that dark red hair in a pony tail. And her boobs...the were just spilling out of that vest! Oh...she was unbelievable."

"Chest tattoo, huh? And she has a chest worth decorating. Sounds like she looked amazing. But, what about it, Dad?"

"I don't know if you're aware of it, Fred. But your Aunt Sally has always sort of had this, effect on me."

"IF I'm aware of it? Dad, who isn't aware of it. Seriously? You're like a puppy around her."

"What? Oh come on now. That's being...OK, maybe I am."

"So what happened, Dad? Oh wait...shit, Dad. Are you saying that... No way. When you took Aunt Sally home...? Dad, no way."

Glen hung his head for a good thirty seconds this time before nodding slowly.

"Yes, Freddy. Yes, Aunt Sally and I...when we got to her house."

"Wow, Dad. That's...wow."

"I know. Boy, do I know. Your mother's gonna...shit, I have no idea what she'll do. Kill me? Do you think she'll kill me?"

"No, I don't think she'll kill you, Dad. Uh...maybe she...won't be as hard on you as you think she will."

"Why would she go easy on me? That's hardly like your mother."

"I don't know. I just have a hunch that she might understand...you know...that these kinds of things happen."

"I think you're nuts, Son. I'd love it if that were the case. But I don't think there's a chance."

"I wish you had seen Aunt Sally. I swear. I was drooling over her the second I saw her."

"I believe you. But how did it happen, Dad? Who started it, if I can ask?"

"I don't know exactly know how it started. I don't know who initiated. It just seems like there was this spark, then we were in the middle of it. I will say though, she was incredibly into it. I mean, it was like she was in heat or something. Does it make you uncomfortable to hear this?"

"It's fine, Dad. Say what you need to say."

"Thanks. Well, I don't want to be crude. But once we got going, she just...she was just, on fire. I wanted to, you know...pull out, when...you know?" Freddy nodded knowingly. "But she wouldn't hear of it. It was very clear...she wanted me to do it...IN her. That's why I say it was like she was in heat."

Freddy considered his father's words..."in heat." He thought that was an apt description of his mother from the night before. And she was the same way, not letting him pull out.

"So, what are you gonna do, Dad?"

"I have no idea."

"I think you should talk to Mom. Tell her what happened. Like I said, she might understand."

"I'll have to think a lot about that." Glen paused to consider what he had to do next. "Well, I need to go into the office, Fred."

"Really? You have to work today?"

"Yeah. We have a big project going on and a couple of us are putting in some extra time."

"OK, well...hang in there, Dad."

"Thanks Freddy. Thanks for listenng."

A half hour after Glen left for the office, Debbie returned home. She found Freddie in the living room, sitting on the couch where they had made love the night before.

"Hi Mom. How are you doing this morning? Where you been?"

"Hi Honey," Debbie replied. "I don't know how I'm doing." She sat down on the couch opposite her son. "Did your father go to work?"

"Yeah."

"Did you talk to him at all?"

"Mm-hm. Yes I did. Is something wrong, Mom? Are you upset about last night or anything?"

"I'm still trying to figure out what I think about last night, Freddy. But I'm not really upset about it. I'm just trying to get my mind around it. But there's something else."

"Really? What is it, Mom?"

"I talked to my sister this morning. I called her while I was out driving around."

"Ohhhhh," Freddy said. "How uh...how is she? She got home OK last night, I take it."

"She sure did. More than OK, I'd say."

"What did she say, Mom?"

"She had sex with your father last night," Debbie blurted out without warning. "She just came out and told me. Your father took her home, and fucked her. He fucked my sister."

"Mom, I don't know if you want to hear this or not, but Dad told me."

"He did? I wonder why."

"Just because he felt bad, I think."

"Hmm...I wonder if he's just feeling bad about last night, or the other times."

"What? What other times?"

"Last night was hardly the first time Dad has screwed my sister."

"What are you talking about, Mom? How do you know that?"

"I just know. She's as much as told me so."

"But Mom...I don't understand. Dad has been with Aunt Sally before? And you didn't do anything about it? And now that you know he had sex with her last night, it doesn't seem like you're all that pissed off. What's the deal?"

Debbie looked her son in the eyes earnestly and took a deep breath before responding.

"Freddy Honey...it's a couple of things. First off, everybody wants your Aunt Sally. I mean, look at her. Hell, I'd fuck her. As a matter of fact..." Freddy's eyebrows raised up. "Well, that's a tale for another time. But the truth is, despite how she looks and acts most of the time, she doesn't sleep around. She loves the attention she gets, but she doesn't exactly give it away."

"Mom, Aunt Sally is beautiful of course. But I don't think she has a thing on you."

"Oh, Freddy... That's so sweet. But, I have ten years and a good twenty pounds on my sister..."

"You don't look like you're more than a year or two older than her, and if you do have a few pounds on her, they're exactly where they should be."

"Honey! You're gonna make your mother blush! Thank you, though." Debbie gave her son a warm smile and a playful wink. "The point is, my sister is very desirable. And she can have a power over guys when she wants to. And for whatever reason, she has always enjoyed flirting and toying with your father.

It used to piss me off to no end. She was barely a teenager when Dad and I started dating. She developed early, and she was way more mature than her age, always. Plus, she learned how to get guys' attention early on too, starting with our dad."

"Really? Aunt Sally acted like a flirt with Grandpa?"

"Oh my, yes. She honed her skills on him for many years. He would do ANYTHING for her. That hasn't changed. ANYTHING. But that's a tale for, still another time.

Don't get me wrong. Grandpa loves me a ton and he always has. But he wouldn't jump through hoops for me the way he would for Aunt Sally. And don't think I resent her either. I have always loved her for who she is, even though every boyfriend I ever had, your father included, wanted to get into her pants, no matter her age. She has the power, but she's not a huge manipulator, even though she could be. She's very selective about the men she wants to charm."

"I guess I can believe all that. And Dad's one of those guys?"

"Oh yeah. Always has been. Anyway, we had been married about ten years the first time it happened. I don't need to go into the details. It just happened. I got over it. I understood my sister, and I knew Dad still loved me. Then it happened again maybe a year later. That time it was easier to get over. And finally after a few more times I realized that there was a certain amount of freedom for me in having my husband wrapped around my little sister's finger instead of mine.

I still love him, and he loves me, of course. We're happy. But I accepted that he would never be mesmerized by me the way he is by Aunt Sally. And that has allowed me to live my life, focus on my work and on raising you, and so on. And in the scheme of things, knowing my husband bangs my sister a few times a year, then feels guilty and will do anything I want for months after has worked to my advantage."

"This is incredible, Mom. Does Dad know...you know...? I mean, does he know that you know?"

"No way. Aunt Sally may know that I know...quite possibly. In a way, she and I worked this out a long time ago. We both love your father dearly, but we also both pull his strings here and there to our own advantage. But at the same time, I know he loves it. He gets everything he wants. He's enamored with Aunt Sally and he gets to be with her sometimes. He loves me, and he needs to be kept in line, and I gladly provide that."

"I just don't even know what to say."

"Quite a story, I know. It all works. But now I have one little complicating factor."

"What's that?"

"What's THAT? Freddy...are you forgetting our little rendezvous last night?"

"Oh...well, no, of course I'm not. Seriously Mom? I can't think about much else."

"Good. Well, that's the complicating factor."

"How do you mean?"

"Well," Debbie said as she slid across the couch toward Freddy, "last night...I...fucked...my...son." She leaned toward her son and kissed his lips. "And I was so crazy...that I let him...cum...inside me...without protection." Another kiss. "And he said something outrageous to me, about wanting...to see...his mom...pregnant."

Freddy then put his hand behind his mother's neck and pulled her to him for a longer, deeper kiss.

"Yes," he said as he looked deep into her eyes, "that's what your son, who is SO fucking enamored with you by the way, said last night, Mom. And he...wasn't...kidding."

"Oh my," Debbie whispered. "Um...Freddy Honey...?"

"What, Mom?"

"Well, I think Genie wants to dress up for her master again."

"Seriously? You'll put that costume on again, for me?"

"If you'll be my master again, yeah."

"OK Mom, uh...Genie. Your master says, go put that outfit on again, just for me."

"Ohhhhhh, yes Master. Give your Mommy Genie about ten minutes, then come find her upstairs."

"Yes, Mommy Genie."

Debbie kissed Freddy again before rising from the couch and heading up to her room, where her genie costume was still on the chair next to her bed, waiting for Mommy to don it once again.Freddy gave his mother the time she requested, then ventured upstairs to her room, where he found her decked-out in her genie costume just like the night before. She looked just as beautiful to him...maybe even more so. She stood at the foot of the bed with her hands clasped in front of her. She had a sweet smile on her face as she watched her son enter the room.

"I'm ready for you, Master," Debbie said with a grin.

"Mom, you don't have to call me that, you know," Freddy replied.

"I know, Sweetheart. But it fits the outfit, doesn't it? Besides, that's how I feel. I want you to know, that I'm all yours, and I'll do anything you want."

"Wow," Freddy said in mild awe. "Last night I thought maybe I was dreaming. But this is really happening, isn't it, Mom?"

"Yes. We're not asleep, and I'm totally sober now too. I have all my faculties about me this time. So, what does my master desire?"

"Well, Genie Mommy," he said with a chuckle, "I think I'd like to see you do a little striptease for me."

"Oh Master! I thought you'd never ask! Sit on the edge of the bed and I'll gladly do that for you."

Freddy happily obeyed. His mother stood a few feet in front of him and began gentle gyrations and turns. She ran her hands over her arms, shoulders and breasts. She turned and softly squeezed her ass as she pushed it in his direction. Freddy was totally taken by his mother's beauty.

She turned back toward him and playfully slid her fingers into the top of the cups of her red bra. She squeezed her breasts together before sliding the cups down and exposing them fully.

"Oh Mom, your tits are just so amazing."

"Thank you Master," Debbie said as she continued her movements. "I'm glad you like 'em." She took one large, heavy breast in each hand. "You don't think gravity has taken it's toll too much? They're kinda saggy...not tight like my sister's."

"Mom, quit it, will you? Your boobs are perfect. Aunt Sally has a rockin' body, for sure. But who cares if her tits stand up a little more than yours? I certainly don't. I would much, much rather be looking at yours right now than hers."

"I doubt your father thinks that."

"Well then he's a complete jackass, Mom. But he's also not here, is he? But I am, and I am just in love with those tits of yours."

"Really? Freddy, you are so sweet. You know you used to nurse from these, right?"

"Yeah Mom, I know you breastfed me. I'm sorry I don't remember it. Maybe I'll get another chance someday?"

"You naughty boy. I love the thought, but you are so very naughty! I remember that I used to feed them to you. One, then the other, then back again."

"Is that right, Mom? Wanna show me?"

"I thought you'd never ask."

Debbie moved toward her son. He spread his knees to invite her to stand between them. She swayed back and forth, bringing her breasts very close to his face. As much as he wanted to pull her to himself and bury is face in between them, Freddy restrained himself so the events could unfold at their own pace.

After a few moments Debbie took one breast in her hand and put the other hand on her son's shoulder. She cupped her boob and brought her thumb and forefinger around the nipple so she could pinch it slightly.

"Ohhhhh, Mom..."

"Let's see if I can recall how this works."

Freddy opened his mouth slightly. His mother gently pulled him to her, while at the same time moving slightly in his direction until his lips met her nipple. She continued to move both him and herself, encouraging him to latch on, just as she had when he was a baby.

"Mmmm...," Freddy moaned.

"That's it Freddy Baby... When milk was leaking out of this, I used to rub it around your lips so you understood what was going on. Take Mommy's nipple in your mouth. Suck it Sweetheart, just like you you used to. Oh that feels so good, Freddy..."

"I thought I was Master," Freddy said, taking his mouth off his mother's nipple for a moment.

"Just shut up and keep sucking Mommy's tit, Wiseass. Ohhhhh, fuck. Suck it harder...fuck! Bite it, Master! Ha! Fuck yes!"

***

As it turned out, Glen had not gone to the office. Rather he had driven to Sally's house to talk through what had happened the night before, and what had been happening between them for years.

"What are you doing here?" Sally asked upon opening the door and seeing Glen.

"I just had to talk to you," he replied.

"You didn't miss Deb by very much, you know?"

"Deb was here?"

"Well no, she was on the phone. She called me a little while ago."

"Oh shit."

Sally invited Glen in and offered him coffee, which he accepted. The two sat down in a nook adjacent to her kitchen.

"So, you better prepare yourself for this one," Sally said once they were both sitting.

"What? What did Debbie say? What did you talk about?"

"She seemed really agitated about something. Did you guys have a big fight or something? You weren't fighting at the party, were you? I didn't notice anything."

"No, not at all. But she did seem really out of sorts this morning. She was even weird when I got home last night."

"Oh yeah? Why, did you need a little more action? Did you have to go home and fuck your wife, my sister, right after you fucked me?"

"No...well, not exactly. But it wasn't me, Sal. Seriously, she started it."

"So you did fuck her."

"No, she wouldn't let me. Not that I started it. She did. But then she didn't want to do that."

"It doesn't matter what you and Deb did anyway," Sally said with only mild resentment.

"No, it doesn't. My point is just that she was weird last night when I got home, and she seemed upset about something this morning before she left the house."

"Well, she wasn't exactly a happy camper when I talked to her, either."

"What did you mean when you said I needed to prepare myself?" Glen asked.

"She knows," Sally replied bluntly.

"What? She knows what? About last night? About...us...about everything?"

"I don't know for sure. It sounded like she knows what's been going on. It seemed like she just assumed what had happened when you brought me home last night. I assume you didn't tell her anything."

"No, but she did make some comment about the effect you have on me...so did Freddy."

"What do you mean, Freddy? Did you talk to him?"

"Ugh...yes. I told him about last night."

"Are you shitting me? You told your kid?"

"He's twenty two. He's hardly a kid. But yes. It just came out."

"What did he say?"

"He was very understanding. And for some reason he thought Deb would be understanding."

"I can't imagine that. She wasn't real understanding when I talked to her."

"So, what does she know, exactly."

"Well, like I said, it seemed like she knew what had been going on with us, and that it was a given that we were together last night."

"So, what did you say?"

"I didn't deny it...last night at least. She didn't say anything more specific about anything in the past. It just seemed like she knew."

"You didn't deny it? Does that mean you admitted we were together last night?"

"Pretty much. Like I said, Glen...it wasn't like she had no idea. It was like, she already knew. I didn't see any point in pretending anymore."

"I understand, and I don't blame you."

"Oh, thank goodness, Glen. That was my biggest worry. I've been fucking my sister's husband for...forever, and more than anything I didn't want you to be mad at me for admitting it. Good one."

"I didn't really mean it that way, Sally. So anyway, what now?"

"Hell if I know what now. What do you think about what now?"

"I don't know."

"What was that about, the effect I have on you. What does that mean?"

"Apparently everybody else knows what it means. I'm surprised you don't."

"I don't get it, Glen. What are you saying?"

"Well, in Freddy's words, I'm like a puppy around you."

This caused Sally to laugh out loud, which lightened the mood considerably.

"A puppy! That's hysterical. Is that how you feel, Glen? Do I make you feel like a little puppy? What does that mean, anyway?"

"Sally, don't you know how you make me feel? I guess what it means is that you can make me jump through hoops, do tricks, I don't know. Probably just that I would say, or do just about anything in the world if I thought it would make you happy."

"Glen...," Sally said in genuine surprise, "What are you saying?"

"Really Sally? After all this time, you really don't know? You really don't know the effect you have on me? Why do you think I've kept doing this all these years?"

"I assumed it was because you were hot for me...because we're hot for each other...because I'm a good fuck. Isn't that why we've both kept doing this...whatever this is?"

"No Sally. Well...those things are true, yes. But it's not the real reason I've been doing this for all these years. I wouldn't do this behind my wife's back for all these years just because you and I are good in bed together. It wouldn't matter how hot you are...which is off the charts, by the way."

"Yeah, I know I am," Sally said with a smile. "But seriously Glen. I still don't know what you're trying to say."

"Sally," Glen said, taking a deep breath before going on, "I am so, totally in love with you that it's not even funny. I always have been."

Sally was dumbstruck. She just stared at Glen, her mouth slightly open.

"Holy shit, Glen. Are you...you're not kidding, are you?"

"Of course I'm not, Sally."

"Holy shit," she repeated. "I don't... Really?

"Why is that such a shock to you?"

"Well, I... I don't know. I just never thought... I mean, I know a lot of people think I'm hot stuff and all. I know a lot of guys have always wanted to fuck me. But that's just like...whatever. I don't care. But, shit, Glen... Nobody's ever..."

"That amazes me, Sally."

"I don't even know what to say. What do you mean, you always have been?"

"I mean, always. As long as I've known you."

"Glen...what? Well, why did you marry my sister all those years ago? Why didn't you say something then?"

"Sally, how old were you when I started dating Debbie? Twelve?"

"I think maybe closer to fourteen...but something like that. Yeah, I suppose there wasn't much you could do then, huh?"

"Not without getting arrested and thrown in jail. Not that I didn't think about it often enough."

"Going to jail?" Sally said with a laugh.

"Of course not. I mean, I thought about what I wanted to do, how I wanted to be with you...which I knew would land me in jail if I acted on it."

"You thought about me like that? Way back then?"

"I just loved you, Sally...always. I dreamed of being married to you, and I dreamed about everything that goes along with that."

"Wow, Glen. That's kinda fucked up, 'ya know?"

"Of course! I know it's fucked up, Sal! I've known for all these years that it was fucked up. But my feelings never changed. I figured that when I married Debbie, and especially when we had Freddy, that these feelings for you would stop. But they never did. So, however many years ago it was, when the opportunity presented itself to be with you, there was no way I could not go with it."

"Son of a bitch, Glen. You...you love me? Really?"

"More than you'll ever know, Sally."

"Holy shit."

***

While Sally was learning about Glen's true feelings for her, Glen's wife was having a somewhat different conversation with their son. In the middle of Debbie's striptease for Freddy, he decided he couldn't wait any longer to have access to his mother's curvy body, so he peeled off the rest of her genie costume, leaving the hat atop her head for the time being, and pulled her into bed.

"I think there's still a wet spot in here," Debbie said.

"From what?" Freddy asked.

"Well, last night I think somebody shot two full loads into me, and when I came up to bed, the leftovers were leaking out for a while. And the fact that I was so horny I was diddling myself like crazy didn't make things any more dry."

"Really Mom? That's so hot. Wait a minute...what happened with Dad?"

"Dad? What makes you ask that?"

"Well, he just told me a few things this morning, while we were talking about Aunt Sally and all."

"What did he say?"

"Just that, he wanted to do it, and you wouldn't let him."

"I guess that's about right. I don't remember all the details, but I guess when he got home I was here, getting myself more worked up, getting my sheets more and more soaked. And I guess I pushed him between my legs. I probably thought he was you."

"But you didn't actually have sex?"

"No. I think I blew him. He said it was really good. I'm not surprised about that."

"So, you're a Genie Mommy, and a Slut Mommy too, huh?"

"Aren't you glad, Honey?" Debbie said with a laugh.

"Totally, Mom. That's my favorite kind of Mommy. So, anyway..."

"Yes, I got him to eat me...hmm..."

"What?"

"I just realized that, when I sent him down there to help me out, I was having him lick up some of what his son had deposited in my pussy. Kind of wild, huh?"

"I guess so. But why didn't you have sex with him?"

"That part I remember a little better. By then I realized it was him and not you. And I... This might be kind of embarrassing, Freddy."

"Why? What, Mom?"

"Well, this is so crazy, and I don't want to be too presumptuous. But I remembered what you said, about wanting to see me pregnant. And when I realized that you had cum inside me, and that your father was wanting to screw me, I...I wanted to be sure that if I were to get pregnant, that it would be yours for sure. Is that disgusting or anything?"

"Are you kidding, Mom? That's about the hottest, most amazing thing I've ever heard."

"So, you really do want to...get me pregnant...knock me up?"

"There's nothing I'd rather do, Mom. Are you sure you want to have another baby in your forties?"

"Only if it's yours, Freddy. I want to have your baby inside me more than anything in the world. Of course, I guess I first have to have that cock in my again, huh?"

"I think your master can arrange that, Genie Mommy."

"Let me get a better look at this thing before you fuck my brains out with it." Debbie climbed between her son's legs and began examining his erection. "Damn Kid, when did you grow such a beautiful dick?" She stroked the rod from top to bottom. "I know this felt amazing in my pussy last night, but I cannot wait to feel it again, now that there's nothing clouding my brain."

"I loved being inside you, Mom. I can't wait to be there again either."

Debbie continued to look Freddy's cock over. After a minute she brought her face close and softly rubbed the hard penis around it. She then began gently kissing it.

"I love your dick, Sweetheart. It's the most perfect thing I've ever seen."

"You're the most perfect thing I've ever seen, Mom. I fucking love your body, I think you have the most beautiful face, and tits, and ass in the whole world."

"Thank you, Freddy my love," Debbie whispered as she slid her son's penis into her mouth.

"Ohhhh, Mom...ohhhh suck it, Mommy...ohhhhh..."

Freddy put his hands on either side of his mother's head and guided her up and down as she sucked him. Her silky blonde hair was held in a sort of ponytail by the conical red hat of her genie costume. Freddy carefully lifted the hat and wispy veil off and tossed it aside so that he could really stroke and tease her hair.

"Freddy...my Freddy...that feels so good Baby."

"I want that perfect pussy in my face, Genie Mommy. Turn around and put that cunt in your Master's face."

"Like I said, Master. I will do absolutely anything you want me to do."

A few seconds later Debbie was maneuvering her body around and lowering herself onto her son's eager mouth. He grabbed her soft hips and pulled her down, stuck out his tongue and began licking all around her vulva. She began moaning softly, then more loudly, sucking him down her throat while he put his tongue deep inside her.

***

Sally threw her arms around Glen and didn't stop kissing him for at least two minutes.

"Glen! I can't believe you... Nobody has ever said anything like that to me."

Glen was experiencing a tender, soft version of Sally that he had never seen before. In all the years he had known her, and loved her, and in all the years he was sleeping with her, he saw her as a fascinating, independent, incredibly sexy, intense, hard-edged woman, who didn't take shit from anyone. Never did he expect to see sensitivity coming to the surface. But that's just what he saw emerging.

"Sally, I don't know what to say. I just thought that every guy in the world felt the same way about you that I did."

"If so, no one ever said so. I've always been aware that I scared a lot of guys away. How come you were never scared away, Glen?"

"I don't know, Sal. I mean, it's not that you're not scary. Don't get me wrong. I love you just like I said. But you can be scary."

"But I never scared you away."

"No, you didn't. I've never known anyone more wonderful and beautiful and complex as you, Sal. It was worth putting up with thinking you might kill me, or at least crush my balls every now and then."

"You jerk," she said with a smile, and a few tears, before hugging and kissing him repeatedly again. "Oh...shit..."

"What?"

"Well, now what the hell do we do? You're married to my sister, remember?"

"How could I forget?"

"Of course, she knows that we've been together. Well...what do you want, Glen? What do you want to do?"

"I've only thought about this about a million times, Sal. Of course I love Debbie. She's beautiful and amazing. She's the mother of my son and we've shared all these years together. But I have been in love with you since you were twelve, or fourteen, or however old you were when I first saw you. I've always known that if I had the chance to be with you, for real, then I would turn everything upside down to make that happen. So, do I have that chance?"

Sally responded with another round of serious hugs and kisses.

"Glen," she finally said, "now my sister will probably be the one doing the killing, but yes, you have that chance if you want it. I'm yours if you want me. And I want you."

"Really?"

"Really. In fact, there's nothing I'd rather do right now that have you fuck me senseless and cum inside me over and over, knowing that whatever happened, even if you got me pregnant, we would be together and it would be perfect. But we have to talk to Debbie. I have no idea what she'll think. But don't you agree that we have to try and square things with her?"

"Yes, but she's my wife. I should go alone and tell her."

"No. She's your wife, and my sister. Let's tell her together. She's less likely to want to kill both of us at once anyway."

Glen and Sally entered the house feeling nervous. They had seen both Debbie and Freddy's cars in the driveway, so they knew both were home. Glen expected to find his wife either in the kitchen or living room talking to Freddy, or in her basement office. Neither she, nor their son was anywhere to be found on the first floor, nor did he see any sign of life when he looked down the stairs to Debbie's office.

He figured that his wife and son must have been in their own rooms upstairs. Quietly Glen and Sally ascended the stairs. At the top they listened intently, and finally heard voices coming from the master bedroom. They tried their best at tiptoeing to the door, getting close enough so they could just hear what was being said inside.

"You're absolutely sure about this?" Debbie said.

"Yes, Mom," Freddy replied. "There's no two ways about it for me. I'm sure."

"I just know I'm out of my mind somehow. But I feel like I've never wanted anything so much...that I've never had such desire...for anything."

From just outside the door, Glen and Sally looked at one another with puzzled expressions. Both shrugged their shoulders and continued to try and hear everything being said inside the room.

"I want to be inside you again, Mom. I want to cum inside you again just like last night. And there's nothing I want more than to see you with a big, pregnant belly."

Glen felt like his jaw must have come close to hitting the floor. His eyes got wide and he looked at Sally incredulously. She looked surprised, but not nearly as shocked and rocked as Glen.

"I might be wrong, but I have a feeling that what we did last night put your baby inside me already."

"I'm probably crazy out of my mind too. But I hope so, Mom."

"But let's try to be sure. Take me, Freddy. Take your Genie Mommy and fuck her with that beautiful thing of yours. Take me and be my master."

"With pleasure, Genie Mommy."

The next thing Glen and Sally heard was mutual moaning coming from the other side of the partially open door. Glen mouthed words to Sally that she thought looked like he was saying, "What the fuck?" She shrugged again and shook her head.

"Yes, Baby," they heard Debbie grunt. "Fuck me! Fuck Mommy just like that!"

Sally decided that the time had come to remove Glen from the spot and spare him from having to listen to more of his wife fucking their son. She took him by the hand and led him quietly down the hall to a spare bedroom. They entered and she closed the door without making a sound.

"What, in fucking hell, was that?" Glen said in the quietest voice he could marshal.

"I don't know, Glen," Sally replied in a similar voice. "Well, I think we both know what it was. But I can't tell you why."

"Sally, my wife is in bed with my son...her son...our son! She's fucking our son, in our bed!"

"That seems to be the size of it, huh?"

"And they did it last night. And Debbie...Debbie thinks she's pregnant...she wants to be pregnant, by Freddy."

"I know, Glen. I heard too."

"Why aren't you more freaked out by this? I mean, what the fuck?"

"I'm sure I should be."

"Then why aren't you? Your sister is fucking her kid! How does that not blow you away?"

"I don't know, Glen. I'm sure it'll sound bizarre, but even before you told me how you felt, there was something happening in my head last night, and it sounds like it was happening for Debbie too."

"What are you talking about, Sally?"

"Maybe you don't remember last night like I do. But something made me want, like never before, for you to cum inside me."

"Oh, yeah, I was well aware of that. Normally you want me to pull out, even if I'm wearing a condom. And last night I wasn't."

"I knew you weren't. There was something burning inside me that wanted you to... Damn! It was like I was...a bitch in heat."

"Oh shit, Sal. That's exactly what it seemed like to me. You were just, so different. In heat was exactly what I thought of."

"Mm-hm. It was uncontrollable. I needed you to...shit...I think I wanted you to get me pregnant, Glen. And it sounds like maybe my sister was under the same spell so to speak."

"Spell?

"I don't know, Glen. I don't really mean spell. It's just...Halloween...full moon...my sister and I both doing something crazy...being in heat? Doesn't it sound like some kind of spell thing?"

"You don't believe in that stuff, do you?"

"Not really. I don't know, Glen. I'm just trying to make some sense of some weird stuff."

"Well, at the moment, the weird stuff is my wife fucking our son, hoping she's already pregnant with his baby. What are we supposed to do now?"

"Well, when we were back at my house, I was pretty ready to jump you. If your wife is in another room getting fucked, then maybe the thing for you to do in this room is...to fuck her sister..."

"I don't know what is in the air, if it's a spell or something else. But damned if that doesn't sound like the most logical thing I've heard all day."

"Will you cum in my pussy again?"

"Glad to oblige, Sal."

"Good. I want you cumming inside me just as much as my sister wants Freddy cumming inside her...just so you know, Glen."

"I guess there's some comfort in that."

Sally was true to her word. She indeed felt like she was in heat. Somehow hearing her sister fucking her own son notched-up her fire. And hearing Debbie saying to Freddy that she wanted him to impregnate her made Sally desperately want the same from Glen.

So after the two tore each others' clothes off, Sally took a minute to lubricate Glen's hard dick with her mouth, then she quickly pushed him onto the guest room bed and climbed aboard.

"My turn to beg to be fucked, Glen," Sally said urgently.

"Nobody wants to fuck you more than me, Sal," Glen replied eagerly.

"How about what Debbie said? Do you want to put your baby inside me? Do you want to do to me what my sister wants Freddy to do to her?"

"Are you kidding, Sally? I've never wanted anything like I've wanted that."

"Then fuck me hard, and shoot your cum inside me. I want it, Glen. I'm out of my mind...fucking crazy, and I want it, from you. I want to have a pregnant belly for you."

Glen was soon out of his mind as well, with desire. Sally had been the object of his affection and lust for many years. Having her want him, and talk to him in the way she was talking went a long way to blot out the fact that his wife was, at that very moment, begging their son to knock her up. Sally wanted him, and that was what mattered most just then.

The couple lost track of time. Each had their own reasons for being consumed by desire. They finished with Sally lying on her stomach, Glen straddling her buttocks and fucking her from behind. The load of semen and sperm he unloaded into her was the third he had put there in some twenty hours.

Glen collapsed on top of his lover and they both lay there, spent and heaving. A voice from behind brought them back to reality.

"Funny meeting you two here," Debbie said from the doorway.

Sally kept her composure, not even turning her head at first, and not seeming the least bit surprised at her sister's presence. Glen on the other hand jumped off of Sally, completely startled by his wife's entrance.

"Oh!" he exclaimed loudly. "Oh...Debbie, shit. How long have you been standing there?"

"Long enough to see you cum in my sister."

"Well we wouldn't have come in here to do this unless we walked in on you fucking our son, Debbie. What the hell is going on with that?"

"I don't know, Glen," Debbie replied, sounding surprisingly calm. "I wish I could explain it. I don't know what came over me last night. It must have been one hell-of-a full moon. Of course that was the first time I ever dreamed of...you know...with Freddy. However, I know you've been fucking Sally for a long time."

"Hey Sis," Sally said, finally deciding to turn over.

"Hiya Hot Stuff," Debbie replied.

Glen noticed that neither his wife, nor his lover seemed to think that the situation was the least bit awkward.

"Where's Freddy, anyway?" Glen asked.

"He's taking a shower."

"Oh...," Glen replied, not sure what to say next.

"Did you get what you wanted, Deb?" Sally asked her sister.

"I think so Sal. Did you?"

"I wasn't sure what I wanted, Hon. But I think I got it."

"Good."

"What are you two talking about?" Glen said.

"We've both had some serious longings, Glen," Debbie replied. "We've been talking about it a little here and there. We're sisters, you know? We talk about things. We're closer than you probably know."

"Did you...you didn't somehow...plan this, did you?"

"Of course not, Glen," Sally chimed-in.

"But Deb...Sally said that you...you knew somehow that Sally and I..."

"Glen, I've known you were smitten with my sister from the very beginning. I know you've wanted her since she wasn't much more than a kid. For a long time I hoped that would change, but it never did. I just knew when you started sleeping with her. I was pissed for a long time...really pissed."

"Why didn't you ever say anything?" Glen asked.

"I almost did a thousand times. I almost left a dozen times, especially when you called me by my sister's name when you were screwing me."

"You did that?" Sally said to Glen. "You jerk."

"I did? Shit, I'm so sorry, Deb."

"It's done now, Glen. Besides, it made me feel a little less guilty for the times I was sleeping with Sally myself."

"Wh...what?" Glen said incredulously, looking from one sister to the other and then back.

"Sorry Glen," Sally said with a shrug. "Like Deb said...we're close."

"That's part of why I never did anything about it, Glen," Debbie said. "I know full well how sweet my sister tastes. I know how hard she is to resist."

Sally smiled at Debbie and rolled fully onto her back. Debbie returned her sister's smile and moved toward her.

"You...are you serious?"

"What do you think, Glen?" Debbie asked as she climbed on the bed next to Sally.

"Oh...no way...," Glen said softly.

Debbie ignored her husband and slid her arm around her sister's waist, pulling her close for a kiss, which Sally gladly returned. A second later Debbie's hand moved down Sally's hip, to her belly, then down between her legs, which Sally spread wide for her sister.

"Sweetheart," Debbie said, "I think some remnant of my husband is leaking out of this sweet little cunt of yours."

Debbie lifted up her hand and spread her fingers, displaying the sticky goo she had collected. She then smeared it onto her own lips before kissing her sister on the mouth.

"What the fuck is happening around here?" Glen said in disbelief.

"Glen Honey, maybe you should go shower, like Freddy's doing," Debbie said. "I want to spend a little time with my baby sister."

Glen didn't move.

"Um...can I watch?"

"Really?" Debbie asked. "You think you can handle watching me eat my sister's pussy?"

"You got to watch us together, and I already heard you fucking our son."

"I guess that's true on both counts. This has been a little unsettling for you, hasn't it Dear?"

"Funny. You're a riot, Deb. Truth is, I don't know what the hell is going on anymore. I still feel like you two have been up to something here, but I don't know what. This kind of stuff doesn't just...happen."

"I don't know what you're talking about, Glen," Sally said. "But if you want to watch, it's OK with me."

"It seems only fair," Debbie added.

Glen's head was indeed spinning. Not only had he just found out that his wife knew he had been having sex with her sister for many years, and not only had she walked in on them, but he also found out that his wife was fucking their son. Throw in the pregnancy possibilities and it was almost more than he could comprehend.

The only thing Glen knew for sure in that moment was that he had jerked off about a thousand times thinking about watching his wife and her sister make love. He had pictured them together at a variety of different ages, licking and sucking each other all over, fingering one another, and so on. Sometimes it was just the two sisters, and sometimes he played a role in the fantasies as well. Consequently, Glen knew that seeing this fantasy come true would, at least for a while, take his mind off all the bizarre shit that happened since the previous Halloween night.

Unfortunately for Glen, his excitement was short lived. No sooner than Debbie and Sally started really kissing and caressing each other, Debbie abruptly stopped and pulled back.

"Sally...did you..."

"What, Deb? What's wrong?"

Glen had an immediate sense that the show he was waiting for wasn't going to be seen that day.

"Sally...ohhhh, wow..."

Debbie seemed to be in deep thought.

"Debbie, what is it?"

"Sally, I need to talk to you, right away."

"What's going on, Deb?" Glen asked, more out of genuine curiosity than disappointment.

"I'm sorry, Glen. I just need to talk to my sister...alone. Can you please...can you just go take a shower or something?"

"Sure, why not?" Glen said, disappointment now coming through. "I don't know what the hell is going on around here anyway. So, why not stop right now and take a shower?"

Debbie barely heard his response. She was looking intently at her sister, waiting until they were alone so they could talk privately. Glen took his cue and left the room.

"Deb, what is going on? You're worrying me a little here."

"I'm not sure," Debbie replied with a furrowed brow. "But I...I think something is going on."

"I don't get it," Sally said. "What do you mean?"

"Sally, we didn't...we didn't plan this whole thing in some way, did we? I mean, what happened last night...with Freddy and me. And you and Glen coming here and being together, while I was with Freddy."

"Plan it? Deb, how could we have planned it?"

"I don't know. I mean...you and I have been talking about things...when we've been alone. We've talked about babies, and taking chances, being wild sometimes. We've talked about things like that lately."

"Yeah, I know. But I never thought it meant anything serious. I mean, for one thing, I thought we were talking about me having a baby someday. I didn't think you wanted to have more. And I certainly never expected you would want that...with Freddy."

"Of course. Of course we were talking about you. And of course I never, ever dreamed I would be with my own son...or that I would want a baby...with him. But last night...and even today. It's been like I was another person or something...like I wasn't in control of what I was doing."

"I understand. I felt that way too. I mean, we talked about having babies...I mean you and I talked about it...not...me and...you know...not me and Glen...ever."

"It's OK, Sal. I'm not worried about all of that. I knew you guys were together. But I was never worried about you getting pregnant by Glen."

"But, I don't understand then, Debbie. What do you mean? I was always worried that he would get me pregnant. That's why things were so weird and different last night and today. I actually wanted him to...at least...I think that's what I wanted. I...I hope you don't mind me saying that...about your husband. I'm not sure now if I wanted him to get me pregnant or not. I feel really confused."

"Really, it's fine. Don't worry about that. I just meant that I wasn't too concerned that Glen would get you pregnant. I'm not sure he's capable of it."

"Now you've really lost me," Sally said, looking puzzled.

Debbie paused to think about what to say next. She took a deep breath and continued.

"Sal, he... Glen has never been able to father a child. He tried...we tried for a while."

"What on earth are you talking about? What about Freddy?"

"Freddy's... Well, he's not..."

"Deb, are you saying...is Freddy...were you artificially inseminated or something? Is Freddy's father a sperm donor or something?"

"Well, yes and no."

"You never told anyone, Debbie. None of us had any idea you went through that kind of procedure."

"That's because I didn't."

Sally looked more bewildered than ever.

"What are you saying? I don't get it, Debbie."

"Glen is not Freddy's father. But I wasn't artificially inseminated. I didn't go through any procedure like that. And Glen doesn't know he's not Freddy's father. Freddy certainly has no idea. Through all the tests we had, one of the things that was clear was that Glen had a very low sperm count. They never said it was impossible for him to get me pregnant, but the odds were very much against it. He just thought that when it happened, that we had gotten lucky. And I let him believe that."

"Deb, are you serious? Then you must've...Debbie...oh my gosh. Who's Freddy's actual father? I can't believe this." Then it was Sally's turn to stop and think for a bit. "Oh... Oh Deb, it wasn't..."

"It wasn't what...or whom? What are you thinking? Because it can't be what you're thinking, I promise you. I don't know if I should tell you, Sal. It's a big deal."

"Debbie, please tell me."

Debbie took a deep breath, followed by a long pause.

"You're gonna hate me for this," she finally said, "but, I need to wait just a little bit before I talk to you about this. Can we just, get cleaned up, and then maybe go to your house so we can talk without being disturbed for a while?"

Sally could tell from her sister's tone of voice that something was stressing her. She had gone from throwing caution to the wind and begging her son to knock her up, to being suddenly serious and seemingly distracted. Sally agreed to Debbie's proposal. The sisters showered together in the master bathroom, while the men of the house had their own debrief.

***

"Dad, I'm really sorry," Freddy began. "I really don't know what to say."

"I'm sure I should be really, really pissed," Glen replied. "But with the vibe that's going on here, I don't think anything would shock me right now."

"I know what you mean. Were you and Aunt Sally...um..."

"Yeah. We heard what you and Mom were doing and, well...Sally wanted to do the same thing."

"You heard that? Dad..."

"It's OK, Freddy. Who am I to talk after all the times I've been with Mom's sister?"

"I know. Well, you know I don't blame you for having the hots for Aunt Sally. And how's Mom doing with all that?"

"It seemed like she and Sally were doing great...totally in the swing of things, so to speak. But then I don't know. Mom asked me to leave so they could talk. She seemed to be worried about...something...just out of nowhere."

"Really? Do you think it was about...all of this?"

Freddy gestured between himself and his father.

"Maybe. But like I said, she and Sally both seemed to be totally into what was happening. I even thought for a while...and maybe I still think, that they planned all this somehow."

"Seriously? You really think that, Dad?"

"I'm not at all sure what to think. I might be totally wrong. But it seemed like... Hell, I don't know."

"How could they possibly have planned any of this?"

"I really don't know, Freddy. I just feel like there's something your mother and your aunt aren't saying."

Freddy was considering his father's comments when they heard voices on the stairway. A few moments later Debbie and Sally entered the room.

"I'm sorry to break up the party, Guys," Debbie said. "But I need to spend a little time with Sally. We're going to drive to her house and hang out there for a while."

"Really?" Glen said. "Why are you going all the way there?"

"I just need some time, Glen. Things are strange right now, and I need to clear my head, and be with my sister. That's all there is to it."

"You're telling me that things are strange? And you don't have anything to do with the fact that things are that way, Deb?"

"I'm not saying anything about what has to do with whom, Glen. Just give me a break, OK? I'm in a weird place too. Freddy Sweetie, are you OK?"

"Oh, of course, Mom. Do what you need to do. No worries."

Freddy got up from his chair, kissed his mother, then his aunt on the cheek.

"It'll be OK, Glen," Sally said. "We just need to talk for a while."

"OK. Like Freddy said. Do what you need to do."

"Thanks, Glen," Debbie said, feeling relieved that she wasn't going to have to explain anything else to her husband.

She and Sally left promptly and soon they were driving to Sally's house.

***

"What is going on, Deb?" Sally asked after she and her sister had been in the car for a few minutes. "What got you so off-track at your house? You seemed like you were totally into what was happening."

"I was, Sally," Debbie replied.

"Then what happened? Why did you stop talking, and why do we have to go all the way to my house?"

"A bunch of thoughts just came crashing together. I have a weird feeling about something. And I want to talk to you in total private. That's all there is to it, Sal."

Sally could tell by her sister's demeanor that she was still not ready to talk more until they reached her house. The two rode the rest of the way in silence. When they arrived, Sally made coffee and joined her sister at the kitchen table.

"Thanks for waiting to talk, Sally. I just needed to be quiet and collect my thoughts."

"It's OK. Are you ready to tell me what's on your mind now, Deb?"

"Yes. What were you thinking...or who were you thinking of, when you were going to ask me who Freddy's father is? I know it's not at all what you might think, but I'm really curious what came to your mind."

"OK. Well, what came to my mind was, is Dad Freddy's father?"

Debbie looked at her sister in disbelief.

"Sally!" she exclaimed. "What would make you say such a thing?"

"I'm sorry, Debbie. I just... It was a wild idea. I'm...I'm really sorry."

Debbie felt as though she was suddenly out of breath. She took time in responding.

"Sally... I really need to know, why would you say that? Why would you think that, Dad, our father, could possibly be the father of my son?"

Now Sally stopped to consider her words before speaking. She looked her sister directly in the eyes as she went on.

"It is Dad, isn't it?"

"Sally...I..."

"Come on, Debbie. We can talk about it. And I'm not upset or anything. I'm not judging you...believe me. Just tell me. Is our dad Freddy's father?"

"Yes," Debbie said softly. "Yes, he is. But...how could you possibly know that? Did you...did you know that Dad and I..."

"No Debbie. I had no idea that you and Dad were ever together. I probably should have suspected, but I never did."

"Then how? What would make you think that?"

"Fasten your seat belt, Sister. I know that, because I was with Dad. And Dad got me pregnant."

Debbie stared at her sister.

"What are you talking about?" she asked. "What do you mean, Dad got you pregnant? You've never been pregnant."

"You never knew about it. But yes, I was pregnant."

"How could...when?"

"I was nineteen. You were long gone and married. Freddie was...I don't know...ten or twelve? You were living your own life. You weren't around home much."

"But how, Sally? How did it happen...that you and Dad..."

"Fucked? How did it happen with you, Deb? I mean, I'll tell you. But it obviously happened with you first."

"Fine, fine. But wait a minute, Sally. You were actually pregnant? Obviously you didn't have the baby. I don't think I would have missed that. What happened?"

"I had a miscarriage," Sally said matter-of-factly. "But I don't want to talk any more about that part right now, Deb. I want to know about you and Dad first."

"Fair enough. I was already married to Glen, of course. You might not remember, but we had a hard time when our marriage started. At one point I moved out for six months, into my own apartment."

"You did? How did I not know that?"

"You were living your own life, too. You were a teenager. Even then your life revolved around nothing but yourself."

"Even then?" Sally said with a wrinkled smile. "You suck."

Debbie smiled and felt a bit lighter before she continued.

"I'm just teasing. But not about you being in your own world when that was going on. That was real. Anyway, I moved out. And Dad was just...there for me. And so was Mom. I was lonely and upset. And they were just...there for me...like I said. And...I don't even know how to describe how it started."

"You just kind of, wound up in bed with our father?"

"Pretty much. The funny thing is, it never felt wrong. I liked it...I loved it. Maybe it was because I was so pissed at Glen. But it felt more right than wrong to be with Dad."

"How long did it go on?" Sally inquired.

Debbie looked down at the table before answering.

"A while. A long while."

"How long, Deb?"

"A few years."

"Are you serious? You were screwing Dad...for a few years?"

"Yes."

"Wow. How did you wind up pregnant?"

"Part of the reason I was so mad at Glen was that I wanted to have a baby. We tried...for quite a while like I told you. And then when we found out he...well he wasn't exactly shooting blanks...but that it wasn't likely he could get me pregnant, he didn't seem to care. I foolishly thought that if I did end up having a baby, it would make our marriage into what I wanted it to be. But the biggest problem was that there's not much chance of having a baby with your husband if he stops paying attention to you, and especially if he completely stops fucking you."

Debbie had wondered many times if perhaps that was when Glen started sleeping with Sally, but she decided not to bring it up.

"Did you get pregnant by Dad on purpose?" Sally asked.

"Yes," Debbie replied. "I can't believe that seemed logical all those years ago. But somehow it did."

"Did Mom have any idea?"

"Oh, yeah. She definitely did."

"What do you mean, Deb?"

"Mom more or less...brought Dad to me in the first place. And it was her idea that I have a baby...with him."

"Interesting."

"You don't seem shocked, Sally."

"I'm not. It was Mom that got me together with Dad, just like she did with you. And I felt like...like she wanted him to get me pregnant too."

"Seriously? Why? I mean, I was married, and Mom thought...and so did I...that it would help save my marriage. You were young and single. Why would she have wanted you to get pregnant?"

"I don't know, Deb. Maybe that was just my imagination."

"But, why did she want you to be with Dad in the first place? With me, I thought it was because she knew how lonely I was, and how much Dad loved me, and that I would be safe with him and everything. And all that was true. But why you?"

"She never explained it much. I just thought the same kinds of things as you. Dad loved me, and Mom thought I could learn about really having sex with a man, in a safe way, with Dad...before really going out in the 'big bad world.'"

"Are you saying that...was Dad your first, Sally?"

"Mm-hm. Yes, he was."

"How long did it go on with you and Dad?"

"Not as long as you probably. But at least a year, I guess."

"That's still a pretty long time. What made you think Mom wanted you to get pregnant?"

"I overheard her talking to Dad about it."

"Really? What did she say?"

"I don't remember exactly. It was a long time ago. But it sounded like she was saying things like, 'It's time. You can't wait much longer.' And something else like, 'Just tell her you want her to see how it feels without a condom. Tell her you'll just put it in for a few seconds, and that you'll pull out before it happens.'"

"Seriously? That sounds like she definitely wanted you to get pregnant."

"Maybe I heard it wrong, Debbie. Like I said, it was a long time ago."

"There was something strange going on there, Sally."

"More strange than us both having affairs with our father? Affairs initiated by our mother?" Sally said. "I think that was pretty fucking strange to begin with."

"I know. But, that's part of what seemed so weird back then, you know? It should have felt so much more weird, and wrong...but it didn't. And now...I mean, I've fucked my son twice, and I had this burning desire to have him impregnate me. How am I not more freaked out by that?"

"I have no idea, but I know what you mean. It's kind of like you said back at your house. You asked me if there was any way we could have planned all this. Of course that's crazy. But at the same time, doesn't it somehow seem that, there's something else going on here? Why did we both feel like we were in heat starting on Halloween night?"

"I don't know. But what could be going on, Sal? I mean, it's not like we're actually under a...spell...or..."

Debbie was suddenly silent and contemplative.

"What is it, Deb?"

"I don't know. But out of nowhere I feel like I'm having like...a flashback or something."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm not sure. But...I need to ask you this. When you were with Dad...was... Where was Mom?"

"What do you mean?"

"Just what I said. Was Mom...with you and Dad? Was she in the room? Was she somewhere else? How did that work?"

"Well, all of those at one time or another. Yes, Mom was involved sometimes if that's what you're asking. Was she...with you too, Deb? Were you doing things...with Mom too?"

"Yes," Debbie replied. "More often it was just Dad and me. But Mom was definitely with us sometimes...in bed. But sometimes she was just...there. She was in the room, but she wasn't involved."

"Yeah, with us too, now that you mention it."

"What was Mom doing...when she wasn't in bed with you and Dad?"

"Um...well I know sometimes she was...really watching us closely. Sometimes she would encourage Dad to do...various things."

"Like what?"

"You know. Like, 'Put it inside her now...she's ready to get fucked,' or 'Lick that little pussy. Make our little girl cum hard.' Things like that."

"I guess I remember things like that too, now that you say it. But what about when she wasn't in bed with you, and she wasn't coaching Dad on what to do to you, but she was in the room? What was she doing then?"

Sally looked puzzled.

"I...I don't know, Deb. I was fucking my dad...and to be honest...I loved it, just like you said. So when Mom wasn't involved, I wasn't paying that much... Wait a minute...I just remembered something."

"OK, what?"

"Mom was...sitting in a chair. Dad was...doing it to me from behind. And I kind of remember...Mom sitting in a chair, not paying much attention to what Dad and I were doing...and...this seems really weird..."

"What, Sal? What was Mom doing?"

"This doesn't make sense...but I kind of remember her...reading of all things. But why would Mom be sitting in the room, while Dad and I were screwing, and be reading a book?"

"Do you remember if that happened more than once?" Debbie asked, seeming to show keen interest.

"Well...now that you ask that, I think I do remember it happening at least a few times. Why, Deb? What are you getting at?"

"I remember that too, Sally. I had completely forgotten about that until you started talking about what you guys did. But then I remembered Mom sitting and reading sometimes. Do you remember if there's a chance she was...reading out loud?"

"Yes!" Sally exclaimed as her recollection became more clear. "Yes, I do remember that! I think I even asked her once, about what she could have possibly been reading out loud while...while Dad was inside me."

"What did she say?"

"I don't remember that part. But I'm sure she just kind of dismissed it, like it was in my imagination. I probably thought that too, until you started asking me about it."

"You weren't imagining it, Sal. I remember it too. But what the hell? What could Mom possibly have been reading...out loud...while Dad was fucking us?"

Both women stopped talking for a minute and tried hard to remember any details that could help them piece together the past.

"I'm picturing a book, Debbie. I don't know what it looked like...wait...black leather cover maybe?"

"Yes!" Debbie replied. "Black leather, with kind of faded, gold lettering."

"That's right! What the hell, Deb? What the hell was going on?"

"I don't know, Sally. But I have this bizarre feeling that whatever was going on...is still going on now."

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