“Oh, God, Mother. Nothing. Nothing.”
The hand stopped, Gunilla writhed. “Please, Mother, please. Please! Please!”
Mother slipped off the bed and went on her knees. She slowly lowered her head to Gunilla’s cunt. When her tongue touched Gunilla, her whole body began to shake. After a few minutes more, Mother lifted her head and said very gently: “About Lars, Nilla.”
“Yes. Yes. I’ll tell. Oh, good God, I’ll tell, only don’t stop. Please!”
Mother’s head lowered between the full thighs. Gunilla’s stomach began to convulse out and in. “Oh, yes, Mother. Suck me. Please suck your little girl, Mother. I’ll tell you everything. He does play with me, Mother. He’s wonderful. And he loves it so.”
“Does he fuck you, Nilla?”
“Yes. Yes.”
Each time Mother buried her head in the hair, raising it just for a second to ask the question. “Do you let him use your mouth, Nilla?”
“Oh, yes, Mother. And I love it so much.”
“Does he come in your mouth?”
“Yes, yes. And he watches you through the keyhole when you are undressing and he makes me suck him while he’s watching. And as soon as he sees a little of your thigh naked, or a little of your breast, he immediately comes. It spurts and spurts in my mouth while his eye is devouring you.”
This made Mother shudder. She began kneading her breasts. Gunilla was caressing her own breasts. Mother lifted her face. It was wild.
“And while he is spying on me, do you swallow it, Nilla? Do you swallow it?”
“Yes, Mother. And I love it. I suck out every drop. I lick every trace of it up. And tonight…”
“What, Nilla?”
“God, I can’t stop. I want it so… Keep sucking me and I’ll tell you something. Tonight I’ve promised to let him come in my room to watch you. I told him how you sometimes forget to close the shutters, and how Daddy would probably be giving it to you tonight. And I told him he could see his darling mother really getting it. And I told him that everything that Daddy did to you, he could do to me at the same time so he could pretend it was you he was fucking… Oh, oh, Mother. I’m starling to come. I can feel it starting in my fingers and toes and the back of my neck. Suck me, Mother. Oh, suck me. I’m coming. Oh, oh. Oh, yes. Oh, God. Oh sweet Jesus God. It’s coming. Suck me. I’m coming. I’m coming! Mother, Mother, I’m coming!!!”
Her body strained. She buried her fingers in her mother’s hair and lifted her cunt to that mouth. Then her whole body bent upward in a great bow, hung for a moment as the muscles spasmed all over her, and then fell back. She was suddenly all limp. Mother wiped her wet face on the spread and then stretched out on the bed with Gunilla. She wiped her face with a corner of the spread, and then cuddled her and stroked her hair.
During this scene I had been stroking myself almost without realizing it. And at Gunilla’s last cry, I had come all over everything in the closet. Then I passed out, evidently. When I came to, only a few minutes seemed to have passed. Gunilla was awake and they were talking.
“Could I nurse at you a little. Mother, like you used to let me as a treat?”
“Of course, little baby.” Mother unbuttoned her blouse. Gunilla reached behind her and unfastened the brassiere. I strained to see, but Mother was lying on her side away from me so I couldn’t see anything. I could see Gunilla nuzzling into her. Mother cradled her head and stroked her hair. I could hear sucking sounds that started to drive me crazy again.
All of a sudden, somebody knocked lightly and tried to open the door. Both Mother and Gunilla sat up startled, their eyes wide. I caught a glimpse of Mother’s breast all wet, but she covered it even as I saw.
“Who is it?” Mother called in a slightly strangled voice.
“Bill.” It was Father.
“Just a minute, dear.” Mother motioned wildly for Gunilla to hide in the closet. The one where I was! She gathered the clothes in a bundle and stumbled in. She bumped against me and would have cried out except that I put my hand over her mouth. Then she realized who it was and began to giggle. She took my hand away and whispered.
“Lars! Here too! Little brother, you are too much! I love you!”
Meanwhile Mother had opened the door and Father was telling her something about coming downstairs. She said fine, that she was just dressing. That she’d locked the door for fear I might not know about knocking before coming in. She asked him to fasten her brassiere. Meanwhile, Gunilla’s hand had been exploring and she whispered: “Why, Lars, you’re all wet. You’ve been playing with yourself! Now I’ll have to clean you.” She began licking me attentively as a cat does its kitten. As I grew under this washing, she took me in her mouth and began slowly and powerfully to suck me.
Mother was softly laughing on the other side of the door and saying “Stop that. Stop now. I asked you to fasten my brassiere, not take it off.” Father was evidently fondling her.
“Why, Karin, you’re hot. Your nipples are as big as my thumbs. What have you been up to behind this locked door?” It was Father’s voice teasing her.
“Stop, stop. If you want me to go downstairs, you must. I’m losing control. Tonight you can have me.”
“But, Karin, tonight we are going to the party for Ingmar Bergman.”
“Well, then tomorrow you can… No wait… it must be tonight.”
Gunilla put her mouth to my ear and whispered excitedly: “Did you hear, Lars? She remembered what I said about your watching tonight from my room. She’s going to stay home so you can watch! She wants you to see her get fucked, Lars!”
Father said something about her being a wild woman, and started to laugh. They went out and closed the door.
As soon as they were gone, Gunilla took two of the luxurious fur coats from the closet and went over to the bed. She spread them out with the fur side up.
“Come on out, little brother. I’m going to let you fuck me in your mother’s own bed. Here, let’s get those clothes off… That’s better. Now, lie down in that fur.”
It was a fantastic feeling on my skin. Gunilla knelt over me, her knees on either side of my waist, and her mountains of breasts dangling above my mouth.
“Now, Lars, you just lie back, close your eyes and pretend I’m Mother. I’m going to make love to you as the Roman courtesans used to. You just fix a picture of Mother in mind, keep your eyes closed, and I’ll do the rest.”
She lowered herself down on my penis slowly. Impaling herself on it. Slowly, marvelously. She was sopping wet. It ran down her legs. With an incredibly exciting motion, she began to raise and lower herself. At the same time whispering, “How do you like your mother, little son? Is your Mamma a good fuck? Do you like Mamma’s wet cunt?”
At that second, the phone rang. We let it ring. But it wouldn’t stop, so Gunilla picked it up.
“Yes? Oh, Mother, yes. Yes. Sure.” And as she talked she softly fucked me. Slowly and gently, while talking to Mother. Then she lifted herself off and turned so her mouth could reach my penis. As she listened, she licked me. I raised myself and pushed her down into the fur. I knelt beside her, filling her mouth while she listened-making her suck-and rubbing it around her mouth as she talked. And all the time I could hear Mother’s little voice coming out of the phone. Gunilla’s eyes were bright with delight. Finally I moved over her, let her cradle my body in her thighs as I entered deeply in her. She gasped.
“No, that wasn’t anything, Mother. Yes. Yes. I’m fine.” (I moved very slowly out and in, willing myself to fill her completely.) Her body began to tremble. She was so soaked in sex by now that she was constantly on the verge of coming.
“No, Mother, I haven’t seen Lars. Yes, I’ll tell him.”
I could feel it beginning in her. I teased her by fucking just barely into the lips of her cunt. She implored me with her eyes and mouth. Her cunt was sucking at me.