Mothers. Fuckers.

"What's the matter Tess? You seem so on edge."

It was Wendy, my best friend, who was speaking. She placed a hand on my shoulder and earnestly looked me in the eyes; I could see that Wendy was genuinely concerned about me. It was she who had suggested a drink after work and I needed one. We were sipping our Penis Coladas in a rooftop bar, overlooking the city. The lights sparkled like a thousand stars below us.

"I'm OK, Wendy," I replied, "I guess I am just a bit frazzled. There's always something going on at home with Billy and Liz and their friends, as well as working on the Penisky account... No time for me to relax."

"At least I know that you have a good dildo for when you need it," she said with a wink and we both had a laugh. Wendy had gifted me a beauty for my last birthday.

"I hope I put it on to recharge for tonight," I replied, only half joking. "It's been working overtime."

"It's not the same as being banged by a man, but at least you don't have to reassure it about its performance and size all the time. But, honestly, I'd go crazy if I don't get some sausage in my cunt regularly," Wendy explained. "I mean, that's what a cunt's for, right?" she asked rhetorically.

"Yeah, I know what you mean." I sure did.

"I even think about fucking Tom, sometimes..." Wendy whispered furtively.

"What?!" I replied, a little shocked by Wendy's candid, throwaway incest statement. "Tom? Your son!?"

"Why not?" Wendy replied. "He's eighteen now, he's at home a lot and plus he has a dick. A really nice one!"

"But that's incest, Wendy," I whispered to her. "You can't be serious. Anyway, isn't that illegal?"

"Don't be ridiculous, Tess. This isn't the Middle Ages. As long as everyone's adult and has freedom of choice, who cares? It's just like any other form of sex. Don't play the prude. And let me tell you, our young stallions are pretty hot. I'm sure you've noticed. Your Billy is pretty cute. Don't tell me you've never thought about spreading your legs and letting him try to get back up where he came from."

"No way have I ever thought about that, Wendy!" I protested. "You are so bad, teasing me like this. Especially after the day I've had with the Penisky File."

"I'd love my Tom to give me a good fucking. And Nancy, too. I wish we were as close as you and Billy and Liz! Oh, you should see his cock, Tess, you'd love it. He's always jacking off when he thinks no-one else is watching."

"Do you spy on your son, Wendy? I'd never invade Billy's privacy like that."

"You should, Tess. It would do you good. Help you let off some steam. Maybe you'd be pleasantly surprised by Billy's reaction, too. Anyway, let me get another round of Penis Coladas. Maybe while I am at the bar you can think about Billy and that cock of his that's just dangling loose, hanging around the house, doing nothing, when it could be filling a hole, servicing your needs and some of his own at the same time. I bet he thinks you're a hot MILF, and he'd be damn right."

"You think he thinks that? You're joking again, right? Aren't you?"

"No, I'm not. You're an attractive woman, Tess. Think about it."

---

"Hi Billy, sleep well?" Liz asked.

"A couple more hours would have been good."

"Tell me about it!" Liz agreed.

The two siblings ate breakfast mostly in silence. Tess popped down in a light dressing gown and made coffee.

"How are you Mum?" Billy asked.

"Oh, my head! Too many Penile Colliders with Wendy last night," Tess explained croakily. "I'll catch you two later. Enjoy class," Tess added, before retiring upstairs to drink her coffee and recover a little more before facing the day.

As soon as Tess had left the room, Liz asked, "How's Mary, Billy? Are you two still dating?"

"Liz!" Billy protested. "You're always poking your nose in my business. Mary's fine but we were never dating. I keep telling you that. We're just friends."

"OK, OK, sorry," Liz apologised, "it's just a shame to see you without a girlfriend. A lot of my friends talk about you."

"What do they say?"

"That they think you're hot and they'd like to be your girlfriend."

"Well, maybe they're just too immature for me."

"Ha, you're only nineteen, just a year older than me."

"One year can make a big difference in maturity at our age, little sis."

"There must be someone you're thinking about at night when you wank in bed."

"Stop spying on me, Liz!"

"Well, you stop peeking when I am naked in the shower."

"Touché."

"Come on, give me a hint."

"Well, OK, since you're my favourite and only sister. To be honest there is someone I think about," Billy said, kind of wistfully. "But it's a little tricky. Hopeless really."

"Tricky? How?"

"She's older than me."

"I wouldn't let a few years get in the way. Especially since you're so mature," Liz jibed.

"It's a little more than a few years, Liz. And she'd never go for it. She'd never want to see me again and I'd feel ashamed. It's really awkward when I see her."

"What do you mean, more than a few years? Someone really old like a teacher, or something?"

"Yeah. Something like that. I'm not telling you who, either, so don't ask."

"Do you see her around a lot?"

"Yeah, Liz, I do."

"Oh, Billy-boy you are in a pickle," Liz said laughing and sympathising with him all at the same time. "Just remember I'm here for you, if you feel like talking." They were very close and always supported each other.

"Thanks, Liz, but can we change the subject and talk about something else?" Billy asked finally.

"OK," Liz agreed. "And Billy..."

"Yeah?"

"You don't really have to stop peeking at me when I am in the shower, you know."

"Thanks, little sis."

---

Tess slipped into the warm stream of the shower. She let the water soak her skin all over and warm her body: hot water was one of life's luxuries. Her thoughts drifted back to what Wendy had said when they were out drinking a few evenings ago. She still couldn't get that conversation out of her head. She had been thinking about what Wendy said about Tom every day. Was Wendy really actively advocating incest? Could she be serious? Tess smiled as she wondered whether Tom, Wendy's son, was safe. Wendy had appetites, Tess knew.

"Poor Tom!" Tess thought to herself and laughed gently. "He'll be fucked senseless."

She squeezed out some wattle and lemon myrtle scented body wash from its container and began to lather it over her body. It felt nice.

"Imagine Wendy having sex with Tom!" Tess smiled. Tom did have a good body, that was for sure: tall, slim and fit with those dark blue eyes and shock of black hair. Tess soaped her breasts and ran her hands down, over the triangle of dark pelt, between her legs. It felt good being in the shower, under the warm water, soaping up her pussy. The soap lather oozed through her pelt suggestively, like her fuzz was covered in cum and Tess sighed.

"Tom probably does have a great dick," Tess thought. "His father sure does and Wendy sure knows a good cock when she sees one. All these young guys have a permanent hard-on too. Ha, ha, Wendy would enjoy that. Billy must have a hard-on quite a lot, as well. I should keep my eye out. Shame they cum so quickly at that age, though."

Tess's soapy hand was idly making sure that her hairy cunt was thoroughly clean. She imagined Tom's young naked body and Wendy kneeling in front of him, eagerly sucking her son's cock. Tess really liked Wendy. They'd known each other for years and had no secrets from each other. Wendy was a real slut, in the best possible way and Tess wouldn't put fucking her son past her.

Tess applied more soap and began to give her arse a wash while she soaped her cunt and clit. "What a leaky cunt I have," Tess observed, "must be sweaty after being at work all day in that pencil skirt. And my arse! Mmm, yes wash the crack thoroughly with the creamy, slippery soap. I bet Wendy would like Tom's cock up her arse, too. That naughty little Wendy-slut loves it when men cum up there."

While her hands rubbed her soapy body, Tess closed her eyes under the warm water and slipped into a daydream. She saw, in her mind's eye, Tom's cock fucking the arsehole of her best friend: his mother. Wendy was loving it. So was Tom. Wendy was urging him on. Tess was surprised how much the imagined scene was turning her on! Wendy and Tom having anal incest! Incest was hot, when she finally thought about it. Tess's soapy fingers crept inside her own arsehole and soon it was mimicking the anal thrusts that Tom's cock was performing in her shower-daydream. Wendy was loving Tom's cock as much Tess was enjoying her anal finger-fuck. Tess worked her clit, too: she knew just how she liked it. Her breathing deepened.

"Oh, yes, that's it, Tom," Tess thought, "fuck your mother's arsehole. Give it to her hard, you naughty boy!" Daydream-Tom dutifully obeyed. Tess could see every inch of his youthful cock as it slid up Wendy's back-door.

Daydream-Wendy was calling out, "Harder!" Daydream-Tom was grunting loudly with each impalement, Daydream-Wendy's big tits vibrated from the inward anal fuck-force. Tess was grunting along with Daydream-Tom as she finger-fucked her own arse, in imitation of him fucking his mother's. Daydream-Wendy rubbed her clit just like Tess was doing to her own pleasure centre. Daydream-Tom crammed his dick deep inside his mother's arse, he cried out, his body quaked. Tess knew Daydream-Tom was cumming in his mother's bottom. Daydream-Wendy was cumming, too. And so was Tess. She was yelling out loud and cumming in the shower from her masturbation fantasy. Daydream-Tom's throbbing cock and Daydream-Wendy's pulsing clit echoed the real waves of climax that were racing through Tess's quivering body. It was so intense! So fucking intense! It felt like a triple orgasm. Tess hadn't cum like this for years! Was the thought of incest so powerful?

Tess's daydream began to fade as her own climax slowly receded. As the images dissolved, Tom's face looked odd. His hair was different, more blonde. In the fading remnants of Tess's daydream, Tom began to look more like Billy and that wasn't Wendy's arse leaking her son's cum, but Tess's own. It was so beguiling and strange; but before she could focus or make sense of the shifting scene, the fading images were gone.

Tess doubled over in the shower recovering her strength and let the warm water stream over her back. There was a loud knock. The bathroom door opened immediately and Liz's face appeared around the edge of the door.

The unexpected intrusion startled Tess and she jerked herself upright. She stood there naked in the shower and looked towards Liz. Liz's face was full of concern.

"Mum, are you OK?"

"Yes, yes, honey," Tess said, still reeling from the effects of her masturbation and incest dream.

"I heard you cry out. You look so flushed? Is everything alright? Are you sure that you're OK?"

"I'm OK honey. I accidentally turned the cold water off and nearly scalded myself. I'm OK thanks."

Liz's lingering gaze scanned her mother's naked body until she was satisfied that Tess was OK and then she quietly closed the bathroom door. Tess let the shower run for a moment before shutting off the taps. She let the rivulets of water drain down the curves of her body for a minute, squeezed-out her hair and reached for her towel. Tess was still shocked at the intensity of her incest-fuelled cum and the weird transformation of faces at the end of her daydream. What in the hell did that mean? It was Wendy who was into incest, not her. She had a lot to think about. It would be hard to sleep tonight.

---

"What was that all about?" Billy asked Liz who had come to his bedroom. Billy was reading 'The Gordian' newspaper on his uPad.

"Just Mum apparently not knowing how to use a tap," Liz said, rolling her blue eyes melodramatically towards the ceiling.

"She OK?" Billy said, "Mum's always getting something mixed up lately."

"Yeah," Liz agreed, "maybe she needs a man around the place." She smiled.

"I'm here," Billy said a little indignantly. Liz thought she saw his hand move under the bedsheet. She sat on the edge of his bed.

"You know what I mean," Liz added. She paused before continuing in a whisper, "Billy, she was naked. I saw Mum naked."

"Um, d'oh," Billy said, "you did barge into the bathroom while she was having a shower."

"I was worried by the yelling," Liz explained, "but anyway, you know what, Mum, she is pretty hot, actually. Her body, I mean. She looked pretty good."

Liz noticed Billy make some adjustments under the sheet. His hand appeared to be moving back and forth like it was brushing something underneath the sheet. Billy adjusted a knee and any sign of hand movement was lost under the tenting sheet.

"Um," Billy said, "I always thought Mum looked way better than the other Mums."

"I think you're right, Billy," Liz agreed. "She is pretty. You think she still has sex?"

"She's human isn't she?"

"But she's a woman. Don't women lose interest at some point?"

"Not all. And I hope, I mean, I think Mum hasn't."

"I wish I could help her," Liz said.

Billy wished he could help his Mum, too, but in a cruder way; he recognised the genuine unselfishness and pureness of Liz's concern. Liz was special. She always put others' needs first, Billy thought to himself. Liz was a really good person. Her intentions were so pure. He hoped she would always be so happy, caring and innocent.

"Me too," Billy said, feeling his cock harden to its full extent under the bedsheet.

"Do you think Mum sleeps naked, Billy?"

"Maybe. It's nice sleeping like that."

"How do you know? Do you sleep naked, Billy?"

"Um, yeah, I do mostly."

"Are you naked now?"

"Um,..., yeah, I am."

"Prove it!"

"Liz!"

"Go on. Don't be a scaredy-cat!"

Billy pulled off the sheet to prove it. Liz saw her naked brother. His cock was hard and it was in his hand.

"You've been wanking, Billy, while you were thinking about Mum!" Liz accused him in a playful, teasing way.

"So what if I have?"

"Oh, Billy, your cock is big. I've never seen it like that before."

"Do you like it, Liz?" Billy said anxiously.

"I sure do, Billy. It just looks so totally different. So long, stiff and proud, rather than floppy and sad, like it usually does. I wish I had one. They look like fun to play with."

"They are, but what girls have is pretty nice, too."

"You think so?"

"Of course, I do. Yours is really nice, Liz, your cunt, I mean."

"You like my cunt, Billy?"

"I sure do, Liz and your tits."

"They're not very big. Mum says they won't get much bigger until I'm pregnant and they're full of hormones and milk."

"I like them just how they are, Liz. Small and kind of puffy."

Liz smiled, happy to receive her brothers approval, "Oh, Billy, that's so nice to hear you say that!"

"It's your turn now, Liz. Strip off and show me how you look naked."

"I don't know, Billy. I didn't say I would. Anyway, you see me naked when you peek while I'm in the shower."

"That's not up close, though, like you're seeing me. Be fair."

"Um, I don't know if I should. What if Mum...?"

"Who's a scaredy-cat now, eh?"

"Am not," Liz replied. She poked her head out of the bedroom doorway and looked down the hallway. The coast was clear. "OK. Just quickly though."

Billy watched as Liz lifted her nightie up over her head. Her little tits were small nubs with dark puffy areola-crowns, just like he remembered them. Liz put her nightie on a chair then quickly slipped her knickers off. Billy looked at her bum as she bent down.

"Tah dah!" Liz sang as she spun around and did a little naked star jump, like she had finished a big dance routine. Billy laughed as he took-in the close-up view of his innocent younger sister's naked body: her little mouthful of tit-mounds were almost completely covered by a puffy nipple, her flat smooth tummy was sexy and her shaved virgin cunt was visible in the centre of her wide hips. The seam of Liz's labia was dark and mysterious in the low light of Billy's bedroom lamp.

"Oh, Billy. This does feel good. But it's a bit naughty, isn't it?"

"I don't know why it feels so good, but it does. You look great, Liz," Billy said enthusiastically. "And it's not naughty, it's just natural. It's like we're being natural, like they were before the fall in the Garden of Eden."

"You really like the way I look, Billy? I thought you didn't..."

"I sure do, Liz. Why do you think I always try to see you naked? Turn around. Let me see your bum."

Liz twirled around so Billy could inspect the shapely buns of his sister's sexy bum.

"Oh, wow," Billy said, looking up close at Liz's smooth, firm arse. "Your bum is so hot, Liz."

Liz shook her hips from side to side so that her muscular buttocks quivered sensuously. Billy was openly stroking his dick now. He felt far less defensive and much more relaxed in this new-found intimacy with his sister, Liz.

"Why are you doing that, Billy?"

"It feels good. It's kinda hard not to do it when I get a bit excited."

"Why are you excited?"

"Because my beautiful sister is naked with me and I can see her cunt and bum and titties."

"Aww, Billy...," naked Liz kneeled on the bed and kissed her naked, wanking brother.

After the kiss Liz sat on the bed and spread her legs apart so that Billy could see her cunt while he wanked his cock. The yellow lamp light glistened off the slick, sticky lips of Liz's pussy.

"Is this view OK?" Liz asked.

"Oh, yeah! Liz that's great. You look like a slut on a porno photoshoot! Why don't you wank, too. I'd like to see you do that."

"Like this?" Liz leaned back and rubbed her clit and moist labia with her hand for a few minutes. "Oh, Billy, it feels so nice with you watching, but I'm so wet."

"I think that's supposed to happen, little sis. Don't worry. Spread your cunt open and show me your girly fuckhole."

"Is this what you mean?" Liz asked as she used two hands to pull apart the sticky seam of her cuntlips. The lips parted with a faint sound and Liz's eighteen year old cunthole was just visible in the dim light as a deep, damp tunnel fading into her young body."

"If I wasn't your brother, Liz, I sure would like to fuck you."

"You mean you don't want to?" Liz said sadly. "You can if you want, you know. I don't mind." Liz laid back and was masturbating again in front of her wanking brother.

"I'd like to, but brothers and sisters aren't supposed to fuck, Liz. It's got to do with genetics and stuff like that. Fucking is for boyfriends and girlfriends."

"Billy, you know when I said a lot of my girlfriends talk about you?"

"Yeah."

"Well, what I really meant, Billy, is that I talk to them about you a lot. I think about you all the time and I tell my girlfriends what you are up to. I really wish I was your girlfriend. I'd really like you to fuck me. Does that make you mad at me?"

"No, I'm not mad at you, little sis. I'm pleased about it really, but we'd better not. Mum would go ballistic, if she found out."

"OK. Billy, but would you mind if we swapped?"

"What do you mean, Liz?"

"I mean, can I wank your cock and you masturbate my cunt?"

"I guess there's nothing wrong with that, lil sis."

Liz kneeled at Billy's side and gripped the shaft of his stiff meat in her soft, small feminine hand. She felt its weight, how hard it was, how hot it felt. Haltingly, she started to move her hand like she had seen Billy doing it. It was her first cock.

"Is that right, Billy?" she asked nervously.

"Just grip it a little less tight, little sis," Billy suggested. "Oh, yeah Liz, that feels great."

Billy spread his legs open wider and enjoyed the sensation of his naked little sister wanking his erect cock. One of his hands naturally fell onto Liz's hip and Billy was soon feeling the smooth young sisterly arse that he admired so much. Billy loved the feeling of his sister's warm, soft skin and her meaty muscles underneath. His other hand tried to do what he had seen Liz do: rub her clit and labia. Billy was groping his first cunt.