There was a low but emphatic assent on my the part of my sister.
“But can I trust you?” enquired my mother anxiously. “Now that I know of this terrible and licentious desire of yours which I simply will not permit with Francis- I shall be afraid…”
“Good heavens!” exclaimed my sister Mary, “do you think any woman with this incredible huge thing buried in her could have any wish for other indulgences? If you could see Frank's incredible monster just for a moment!”
“I have seen it,” confessed mother nervously and in a somewhat shamed voice.
“Then it must have been very recently,” said my sister, with what sounded like a jealous intonation. “For he had always told me how very prudish you had been with him — and I thought you were very silly about it.”
“His… thing… is indeed marvelous.” sighed mother. It was in direct consequence of this discussion that the most startling incident now occurred. For on the following day my father chanced to be away on business-and that night my dear mother astounded me by rousing me from bed, conducting me to my sister's room, stripping off my night shirt, and introducing me between the sheets of my waiting sister's bed.
“I found Mary there as naked as myself! She hugged me to her-telling me not to worry-everything was all right!”
“And with her slender naked body in my arms I was quite prepared to believe her,” added Francis Freeman.
“Your sister Mary will make a real man of you, Francis dear,” sighed my flushed mother. “She will show you the proper way of sexual enjoyment I agreed to this-thinking that it might be in your best interests-and realizing that after all such a manhood as yours must be appeased.”
She turned as if to go-somewhat reluctantly it seemed. From the doorway she gave a last backwards glance and then, with a little cry of dismay, hurriedly returned to the bedside.
For already my insatiable sister had bared both of us by throwing back the coverlet. Crimson with desire from the contact of our naked bodies and from the surreptitious fondling of my prick, she did not perhaps realize that mother was still in the room.
In any event, she was crouching above me like a tigress over its prey and madly kissing my rampant prick.
“None of that!” cried my mother. “You know what you have promised, Mary. Unless you keep your word, I shall take Francis back to his room at once!”
“I had no intention of sucking him,” disclaimed Mary furiously. “I meant to let him-take me-in the normal way. But I suppose I may kiss and caress just for a few moments such a wonderful-darling… cock-as his?”
“Yes-ohh… yes! I know how you feel,” gasped my mother. “But I am so afraid that you will not be able to hold yourself back from that other…”
“Then supervise it for yourself-for heaven's sake!” exclaimed Mary furiously.
“My mother's face paled. Her sensitive nostrils flared. She hesitated-and then seated herself determinedly on the bedside. “I will,” she whispered. “I feel that if I am here-that it would be safer.”
“Far too inflamed with desire to pay any further attention to her audience, my sister bowed her head over me again. She kissed and licked furiously the virility-which had contracted somewhat from its owner's incredulity and dismay over the situation.
“She kissed it hotly-and then licked it once more-while her fingers tickled my testicles… fondled all my nudity. Into the pale face of my mother the blood was rushing once more-she was pink with embarrassment-or some other emotion.
“But-I don't th-think,” she stammered, “that such a caress as th-this belong with — with a normal embrace between a man and a girl.”
“What do you know about it?” cried my exasperated young sister, raising her head to glare at me. “You-you with father… as mild as milk-and your damnable placidity all around the house. Since you insist on being here-sit still and learn something about a real… fuck…between two people with real bodily passions.”
“My mother blushed as I had never seen her-and bowed her head before the storm. She shivered as she saw my sister literally chewing my sex hair and then crowding her soft lips for a moment over the ruddy hair of my rigid prick.”
Almost timidly she took one of my hands-and with her other hand stroked and patted my body-as if to reassure me that she would not permit matters to go too far and too violently.
Mary bent to lay her stiff little nipples to my lips-one after the other-and whispered to me to lick and suck them in turn-as she drew one of my hands down in between her parted legs-and kissed my lips hotly and sucked my eager tongue.
Then my sister simply fell upon me. She clasped me with her lovely arms and legs-twining them frenziedly round my quivering body-and then she rolled over on her back, taking me with her. Now I was mounted upon her-and our excited breathing rose in unison.
The complaisance of my mother now attained a height which astounded me. For upon the demand of my overwrought sister she thrust a pillow beneath her squirming: bottom-and watched eagerly as I thrust up at the crotch before me-still somewhat ignorant of the proper method of entering it in due form.
“Ohh! Mother! Just look at the stupid boy,” gasped Mary frantically, as she tried to wriggle into position beneath me. “Do take his prick, mother, and show him where to go-he'll slit me wide open if he makes a mistake with that-that thing of his!”
And after a brief hesitation mother did even this. For taking the head of my prick in her slim fingers, she parted the lips of the sheath which was awaiting it with her free hand. Still holding my throbbing member, she patted my buttocks encouragingly and pressed down upon them- thus indicating what I must do. So while she held my dart at its target, I began to push gently in.
My sister was liberally appointed in the matter of room — the fact that she had been married having made a difference, I presume. And it was just as well, for if I had been asked to enter a very narrow channel on my first venture, I might have been afraid to press firmly home.
Even as it was, I found myself very snugly housed- and I managed to effect a partial entrance. My sister gasped and quivered convulsively as I continued to penetrate her soft and delicate slit.
“Ohh! Ohh!” she moaned deliriously. “The monster — the darling… he is splitting me open! His cock is twice the size… I never felt anything like it! Ohh! Cod! Mother-mother… hold him back-just for a moment — till I am used to it… and can open up a bit more!”
My mother's usually calm brown eyes positively were gleaming as she watched and listened. She tore at the bosom of her wrapper as if she were stifling. Through her night gown — when a button had slipped — I saw one naked, pink tipped little breast.
My excitement rose to fury when I saw this. I thrust down brutally-and carried all before me. I listened to no remonstrances-maddened, strangely enough, by this glimpse of my mother's nudity, far more than by the naked charms of my darling sister.
I was aware at last-but not until my prick was buried to the hilt in my sister's quivering body-that my mother was tugging at me to stop. But by now my sister's cries for mercy had subsided into groans of pure ecstasy.
“Don't stop him-mother… n-not n-now!” she wailed hoarsely. “It's m-marvelous-I shall f-faint with… happiness! Ohh! God-go on, Frank-go on… f-fuck me — take… m-me… all of me!”
“I think, Rose, that the darling spent four times in the process of taking my virginity. And when I finally gasped and spent-deluging her womb with pulsing jets of hot sperm-she twined her arms and legs around me and spent again herself-in a spasm of ecstasy.”
“And in the peculiar household relations thus launched and the developments occurring later on-my mother was not able to bear to let me go unaccompanied to my sister's bed, and insisted on watching with a growing passion, our nocturnal bouts.