And when they returned to the bedroom and both kissed me fondly and lingeringly, she still insisted that my mother should prepare an alibi for herself in case of accidents-by going at once and getting herself thoroughly fucked by my father.
“But he-good heavens… he hardly ever thinks of such a thing nowadays-” protested my mother feebly. “Besides. I don't like I can't bear… the idea of…:
My sister continued to insist.
“I–I don't think I can stand… anymore… now!” remonstrated my mother weakly.
“It will seem like nothing to you-after what you have just had.” said Mary emphatically.
“That's true…” conceded mother with a twinkling glance at me. “But- well-John is so seldom interested — or prepared for such a thing… in recent years.”
“You just go into the room, turn on the lights… and be standing there-stripped naked… when he wakes up!” Mary instructed her. “And then you'll see whether he isn't prepared to beg your ladyship to grant him a piece…”
“But-Good Heavens…” gasped my mother. “He's never seen me completely nude in his life before!”
“All the more reason why it will excite him tremendously now,” commented Mary crisply.
“But he'll think I'm crazy-standing there all naked- in the middle of the night.” said my shamed and reluctant mother.
“Well… I suppose you need some excuse,” conceded Mary, looking across at me with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. “I have it! You can be examining some mysterious injury that has been keeping you awake. You don't know its source, you understand. He will have a good excuse to help you examine yourself-and if he's still a man that should do the trick.”
“An injury-why I haven't a spot or mark on me!” said mother, with justifiable pride. And indeed her slender, naked body was a thing of beauty in the dim light.
“You soon will have-” said my sister promptly. And she caught her about the body and overturned her onto the bed, face downward.
“Smack her, Frank,” she enjoined excitedly. “Paddle her bottom well for having been so prudish with us before. Get mad and spank her till her buttocks are all red and burning…”
“Make her promise to suck your prick whenever you wish from this time on-or to come to your bed whenever you want her to do so! And stop wriggling and wailing, mother-or I'll beat you myself.”
“I looked at them both reluctantly. But my sister went on insistently: “Don't mind hurting her-she will love it — after the first smart has passed off… and so will you. It will make you as hot as fire-and she will long for your spankings in the future-and come whenever you beckon. She will be like your daughter and your mother at the same time-and in your bed at that!”
“Look at her bottom-how lovely and white! Make it rosy, Frank-I promise you she will love it… and then she'll be simply torrid when she goes to your father.”
“Oddly enough, I felt a nervous inclination to treat this lovely flesh as my sister urged. I applied a gentle slap- and then another more forceful one. And I saw my mother gasp-and then quiver lightly.
“Francis-how c-can y-you… ohh-Francis… please — please!” she panted, writhing on the bed.
I gave her three sharp smacks in a row-enjoying now the feel of the yielding flesh-and the faintly pink marks which the snowy skin revealed.
“Not too fast,” warned my sister. “Give her time to feel each one clearly.” So I proceeded with moderation, but made each slap resound through the room.
Mother moaned faintly. Her lovely naked legs parted — showing her delicately pouting cleft-and then slapped nervously together again-as her reflexes changed tempo.
My senses were tumultuous once more. My sister smiled sensuously-and reached out to grasp and caress my very demonstrative sex, while I continued with the task which I found to be unnatural but delicious.
Mother squirmed and involuntarily showed me her cunt again and again in her twisting contortions. She moaned softly once more-and began to plead.
“Ohh! O-o-o-h-Francis darling!” she quavered in her dismay. “What have I d-done to b-be… p-punished like this? I'll always b-be lovely-to y-you and… d-do what you wish if y-you'll only s-stop!”
“Will you go and be fucked by father-as you were told. I demanded furiously. I was wrought up now to an inexplicable pitch-by chastising this naked flesh that I loved.
“Yes-yes… I will-I will!” she cried. “Though I'd far rather-that it was you!”
Her backside was rosy now. She was shivering from head to foot. And suddenly her breathing became raucous. She was writhing under my sister's restraining hand. She drew up her slender legs convulsively-and was perched for a second on her knees-with thighs well parted.
Significantly Mary called my attention with her eyes and a nod-for her hands were occupied-one upon my penis-and the other in restraining mother… to the manner in which mother's exposed slit was pouting rosily in her excitement.
“Perhaps we'd better call it enough for today,” she said. “She's as hot as molten lava right now!”
Mother rose slowly to her feet. There were tears in her lovely eyes. She looked at me reproachfully. And then, quite suddenly she came to hug and kiss me. One of her hands was aiding Mary's in caressing my swollen prick.
“You hurt me, darling,” she murmured, and then, very softly in my ear-“and then, after a hit… I didn't mind — even though it still hurt! Fancy, spanking your own mother! Shall you… spank me often?”
“Whenever you need it!” I said with assurance.
She gave me an ineffable glance-full of promise and hot desire.
“Ohh! Come… come on the bed-just once more!” she begged tremulously. “I–I don't think-I can stand it… if you don't take me!”
But Mary interfered-with a side glance at me that called attention to her prophecy about the result of a spanking on my formerly strait-laced mother.
“No!” she said. “You promised to go to father now. Or else Frank will have to spank you again-and your buttocks are already rosy and sensitive.”
With a resigned sigh my mother acquiesced.
“But, ohh! What will John think-when he sees how red my rear is?” she queried in alarm.
“You must tell him that you've been sitting — bare-bottomed on that plush chair in your room,” said my ingenious sister. “And that you think that the skin may have been poisoned by the coloring of the material.”
“That's a good idea! Remember it, mother! And now come along!” I insisted eagerly.
“But… b-but-” stammered mother, “you are not going to follow-and watch us-are you?”
“Both of us!” said Mary firmly. “We shall watch it all from the door-which you must leave ajar.”
Mother had a moment of downright rebellion. “It's so terrible!” she exclaimed. “The idea of our son and daughter watching us-while we… while we-! Anyhow, I don't know that I can get your father to do it!”
“Better give her a few more smacks,” observed Mary quite collectedly.
I grasped mother about the body with my left arm from the rear. My hand closed down on her genitals-she was pinned over my left knee face downward. I raised my band high in the air-and her bottom twitched and quivered in anticipation… the cheeks parting just enough to show me the beginning of her slit-already pouting rosily with sensual excitement.
“Stop… ohh! Please stop!” begged my mother frantically. “It-my bottom-is already spanked to death. I'm so sore! I'll go-indeed I will!”
Yet she was writhing under the pleasure which my hand was causing her in front-and I think that at the bottom of her heart she was hoping for another spanking — even at the expense of some added pain.
I put her on her feet. Hastily draping her night robe around her. She trailed down the hall to her room. Naked as the dawn my sister and I followed her, and she entered the marital chamber-leaving the door ajar.
“Mother turned on the lights. We could see that she was rosy with nervousness-hesitant as to how to handle such an unprecedented situation.
Father turned over in bed and blinked at the sudden light. “Who-what-anything wrong?” he said sleepily.