The craving 3

That night, Tom was called into work after dinner for an emergency all-nighter, which I protested against even though I actually would enjoy the night to myself. Of course Tom refused to budge and did leave for the office, but reassured me that we would have a night out soon. I let him go without too much fuss, and went to run a hot bath soon after. The k**s would be fine on their own, watching TV or going to their rooms to be alone, while I relaxed and sorted out my thoughts.

I had the strange compulsion to leave the bathroom door open, and I justified it by thinking that I needed to be able to hear the goings-on in the house if the k**s were in their rooms. It was a weak excuse, but it would do just fine if either of them questioned me. And I was guessing that of the two, Matt would not question it so much as become intrigued by it.

I gently set my naked self into the soothing hot water of the tub, with the door wide open while Matt and Breanna were each in their rooms, and closed my eyes. I could have drifted off to sl**p like this, but I wanted to stay alert in case one of the k**s decided to walk past. Even if it was Breanna, I found the idea of her seeing me naked somewhat exciting.

It took a while, and I worried that the hot water would cool off too much, but eventually I heard one of their bedrooms doors down the hall open. Footsteps creaked across the floor and then stopped when they neared the bathroom. I could picture Matt walking past and realizing that his mother was taking a bath and the door was wide open. I could imagine him hesitate, then find the courage to peek his head inside to see if he could catch a glimpse of my naked body.

I kept my eyes closed, though it took all of my concentration, so that he could get an eyeful in secret. I hadn't used any bubbles, and the water was perfectly still around me. He would be able to see everything, including my bare cunt. Did he ever imagine that his mother shaved her pussy? Would that intrigue him at all? I was aching to open my eyes and catch him standing there, maybe with an erection straining through his sweatpants. When I imagined that enough time had passed for him to get a good look, I opened my eyes and tried my best to keep them straight forward, using my peripheral vision to observe if anyone was standing in the doorway.

To my disappointment, I didn't see anyone. I would have been excited to see either of my c***dren. I felt lonely for some reason, and even wished Daddy would come talk to me. But he didn't, and I found the silence almost unbearable right now. I decided to masturbate, hoping it would settle my nerves. I did it quietly, with as little movement as possible. It was almost casual, effortless, the way I rubbed my pussy and fingered my clit. I couldn't climax like this, though. I needed more tonight than simple idle rubbing.

I started to lean forward in order to push myself up and out of the bathtub, when something caught my eye in the doorway. I had been expecting to see the full image of Matt or Breanna before when I had hoped either one was spying on me. What I was actually seeing was Matt's face almost hidden behind the doorway on the other side. To my utter glee, he had been spying on me! Just not so openly as I had expected. Thankfully, when our eyes met, he didn't run away or try to hide himself. He just stood there, almost invisible but now knowing that I saw him.

"Matt?" I said, not trying to cover myself in any way. I knew he could see my breasts, with my nipples hard from my excitement. In fact, he had probably seen me masturbating just now too. God, how that made my pussy ooze...

Matt stepped further into view, but stayed coy while standing there technically outside the bathroom in the hallway.

"Is everything ok?" I asked, pretending that I was surprised to see him there.

"Yeah, I was just...passing by," he said. Interesting, he wasn't trying to explain himself.

I nodded, and glanced past him before motioning him toward me.

"Come in here, in case your s****r sees you."

He obeyed, not taking his eyes off of me, and entered the bathroom. "Should I close the door?"

I smiled. "No, then it would be suspicious. Right now, it's just us talking."

I wondered if he would catch that I was suggesting that he was here to do something suspicious. Or that I intended to also. He stood a few feet from the tub, watching me carefully. It must have been notable to him that I was allowing him to look at my naked body. He must have registered the fact that I wasn't showing any shock or embarrassment.

"Were you..." He seemed to be implying something that he didn't want to actually voice.

"Masturbating?" I finished the thought for him.

He turned red, but nodded.

"Yes," I said, not showing any trace of shame or inhibition. "But I couldn't get there, unfortunately. I'm just too tense I guess."

I leaned back and stretched my neck, letting him get an even better view of my breasts. I tried to be as sensual as possible with the way I moved. I looked over at him after my stretch and saw that he was openly staring at me.

"Don't you ever masturbate in the shower?" I asked, with a hint of a smile.

"Yes," he answered. "I just didn't really think you did it."

"I told you the other day that everyone does it." I stretched my leg, raising it out of the water and very sensually running my hands down it.

"Yeah, but..." He shifted uncomfortably. "Imagining it and seeing it are two different things."

"That's true. But you aren't supposed to see your mother do such a thing."

He looked ashamed when I said that. That was ok, it wouldn't last very long.

"But you did, so we shouldn't pretend it didn't happen," I continued.

His face showed a strange expression of relief and confusion. I knew this would be an important turning point, if I could pull it off.

"Wouldn't it be nice if it were the other way around, too?"

"Mom..." Matt was really struggling with something, I could tell.

"What?" I asked innocently.

"I..."

"Matt, come here." I held my hand out, expecting him to step closer and take it.

He stepped closer, hesitantly and slowly, but he didn't reach for my hand. He just stood there, conflicted and confused.

"Hand me a towel, please," I said, and rose up out of the water.

He pulled a towel from the rack and handed it to me, while I stood there dripping wet for him to observe. We just stared at each other as I slowly toweled my body dry. He kept eye contact with me the entire time, rather than eyeing my nakedness up and down. I found that arousing somehow, but I didn't know why.

"Your father is going to be gone until tomorrow," I said, breaking the silence. "Let's talk more after your s****r goes to bed, like we did the other day. I really enjoyed that."

He nodded. "Me too."

I wrapped the towel around my body, pulling it tight but leaving it low enough for my cleavage to be obvious. It was almost frustrating how carefully he was avoiding a lustful gaze of my body.

"Why don't you sit with me in bed tonight for a while, and we can talk then," I offered, knowing he would take me up on it.

"Ok," he agreed, rather sheepishly.

I smiled at him, then left the bathroom and headed for my bedroom.

I laid in bed for what felt like an eternity waiting for Matt to show up. it must have been two hours or more before I finally hear my bedroom door, which was already open part way, creek open all the way. I glanced over at it to see a figure in the darkness standing there.

"Matt?" I said.

"It's me, Mom," came Breanna's voice.

That was a surprise. And her b*****r might appear at any moment too. What would she think about that? Why was she here right now?

"Is everything ok?" I asked.

She tiptoed forward, trying to be quiet.

"That's what I came to check," she replied. "You seemed kinda down tonight. I just wanted to make sure you were ok."

I was touched by the gesture, and despite the fact that I was expecting Matt to show up and possibly have some form of sexual contact with him, I didn't want Breanna to leave.

"You're so sweet," I said. "Do you want to come lay with me?"

Breanna answered by approaching the bed and walking over to the other side. She pulled back the covers and crawled under them, then scooted closer to me and put her arm around me. I waited for her to say something about the fact that I was naked, but she stayed quiet.

"You can sl**p here tonight if you want," I said after a moment, "but you have to take your clothes off or else I'll feel out of place."

Without a word, she stripped off her t-shirt and yanked her panties off. Now we were both naked together under the covers, with much less convincing than I would have thought necessary.

"That's better," I said.

She sighed, and threw her arm over me again. Her hand grazed my breast and rested just underneath it.

"I guess I'm just feeling lonely with your father gone," I said. "The intimate contact with someone else soothes me."

"I got the sense from all our talk today," Breanna said, "that maybe you were trying to tell me something. Was I right?"

I stroked her hair with my free hand and held her head against my breast. Oh, how badly I wanted to tell her everything. Including trying to fuck her b*****r. The temptation was so strong, especially right now being so physically intimate with her. But she wasn't the object of my i****tuous intentions. If I told her, then it might interfere with my plans to fuck Matt.
"It's...difficult to talk about," was my response.

Breanna looked up at me in the darkness as if she could see my face. "Telling you about how Matt and I fooled around as k**s was hard for me to talk about. But after I told you, I felt a lot better. In fact, it made me feel closer to you. You promised not to tell anyone about it, and I trust you to keep your promise. If there's something you want to tell me, I promise to keep it a secret too. No matter what it is."

I kissed her on the forehead and squeezed her against me, feeling her nakedness against mine.

"This is a big one though," I warned. "And I don't think you're ready for the burden it would put on you."

"Mom, you can trust me," she persisted. "Did you murder someone?"

I knew she was joking, but it felt just as shocking if I were to tell her about me and her grandfather. I was so tempted though, I could feel my resolve melting.

"I didn't murder anyone, but it will be just as shocking to you I'm sure."

Breanna propped herself up on her elbow and seemed intrigued. I was afraid of that.

"Now you have to tell me. I'll tell you more about me and Matt as k**s if you do."

"There's more that you didn't already tell me?"

She nodded. "Oh yeah, we fooled around lots more. For some reason, it makes me feel good to tell you about it. I guess it's because I know you'll keep it to yourself, and it feels more normal when someone else knows about it and is ok with it. I'm even ok telling you that I masturbated already tonight, before I came over here. That isn't weird, is it?"

"No, honey. It's not. Thank you for being so good to me. I'll tell you my secret, but you have to know that this is potentially a life-altering piece of information, not just for me but for you too. Knowing this secret about me could make you look at me differently."

"Whatever it is, I want to know and I want to help you through it."

My pussy was aching and soaking the sheets beneath me. I had never been this aroused before without sexual activity. I was even afraid Breanna would become aware of it and freak out. I guess this was it, I was about to tell someone for the first time about my father and me.

I didn't realize it at the time, but Matt had been spying on us from the doorway, like he had done earlier when I was taking a bath. I wish I had known, because I would have taken more care in choosing my words. But as it was, I told Breanna everything as if she and I were best friends talking about boys that we had fooled around with.

She took it all in, how Daddy had begun touching my privates when we were alone, and then progressed to showing me his big penis, which I was invited to touch. Eventually he started licking my pussy, and then I would lick his penis, and watch him stroke it over my face until it exploded in sticky white goo. I explained how much I loved the taste, especially as I got older and could appreciate how precious an act it was for him to give me his seed, to allow me to consume it.

I explained too that we started fucking, and I used that word when I told my story. When I reached the end of what I chose to share with her, I only then realized that Matt was standing there listening. Breanna saw me looking in his direction, and followed my gaze to where he stood. She didn't seem shocked by his presence, and didn't try to cover up her bare breasts. She simply waited for me to say something to either him or her.

"I'm telling you this," I said, "both of you apparently, because I trust you both to keep this secret from your father. He doesn't know about it, and it would kill him to know that I was still fucking your grandpa up until he died. You can't act any differently around him, even if you're having a hard time dealing with it."

"Mom," Breanna said, touching my arm. "We won't tell anyone. If you're ok with what happened, there's no reason to get anyone else involved."

Matt stepped closer to the bed. "Is that what you were trying to do earlier? Get a sexual reaction out of me?"

I felt embarrassed, but nodded. "Ever since he died, I haven't been able to satisfy these cravings. You can't possibly understand what it's like, to live a secret so deep and forbidden but also so exciting and physically pleasurable. It's not something that can just be cut off, abruptly ended. I...just can't stop having those feelings. I need i****t, I crave it. But I don't have anyone to do it with anymore. Do you understand?"

Matt was taking his clothes off as I spoke, and Breanna moved closer to me. She reached for my breast and gently cupped it, staring into my eyes. I could barely make out her expression in the dark.

"Matt and I have been fooling around for a while," she said. "We've never fucked, but we've done just about everything else."

My mouth hung open in shock. "But...the socks..."

"We masturbate together sometimes," he said, getting into the bed with us. "Most of the time I cum on her, but sometimes I still use the sock. I guess it excited me to know that you were washing them and knew that I was filling them with cum."

I felt his hands touch me, on my sides and on my thighs. It felt so good to have two sets of hands caressing me.

"I don't know what to say," I said, but inside I was bursting with excitement.

"Don't say anything," Breanna said. "Just let Matt fuck you. He's always wanted to."

I felt his hard cock touch my stomach, and reached down to grasp it. When I couldn't get my fingers all the way around it, my pussy melted.

"It's big, huh?" Breanna said. "You should see how much he cums."

Without saying anything, my own son drove his big cock up into me, his own mother, and claimed my pussy for the first time. It was so wonderful, feeling that familiar stretching of my cunt around such a big cock. It felt incredibly similar to Daddy's. I could close my eyes and imagine it was Daddy fucking me, but that would ruin this wonderful experience. I loved that it was my son doing this with me. And my daughter was here too to share in the experience,

Matt didn't last too long, as I'm sure the whole situation was overwhelming. Breanna encouraged him with a sexy, throaty tone as he grunted in warning and then thrust deep into me. Hearing her encourage him to cum deep in me sent me over the edge, and I climaxed too. I could feel his thick load shooting into me, filling me wherever his cock wasn't already taking up space. It was like a hot flood of pleasure that filled every crevice of my womanhood. Afterward, he stayed buried in me like that for a few minutes, catching his breath.

"How'd it feel, b*o?" Breanna asked, smiling brightly.

"So good," he replied. "I love you Mom."

I stroked his face. "You have no idea what this means to me."

He leaned down and kissed me, long and hard. He even thrust a few times, still hard inside of my cunt. When he released my mouth, I glanced up at Breanna.

"Why hasn't he ever fucked you?"

She shrugged. "I guess it felt wrong somehow, but of course so did everything we were already doing. It was that last barrier we didn't want to cross."

"But now..." Matt added. "Are you ok with us doing it?"

"Of course I am," I answered. "In fact, you feel ready to right now."

Breanna spread her legs next to me, and made it obvious she was ready for him to fuck her. Matt withdrew from my body and crawled over to her. I watched with a great deal of love as the two of them melted together, their mouths and their arms and their hips. Matt penetrated her deeply, and the two of them grunted as they found their rhythm.

I stroked Breanna's hair and Matt's back as they fucked. He lasted much longer, of course, but eventually gave in and filled his s****r with his seed, causing her to climax right along with him just like I had done. I loved seeing them like that, watching them stroke each other and kiss for a long while after.

Once the sex was over and we were all just chatting casually, basking in our newfound intimacy, I explained how they would have to act whenever their father was around. It was for his protection as much as theirs. They couldn't chance a feel or a sexual remark, or else it would arouse suspicion. They had to swear to keep it between the three of us, no matter what. That might mean that days would go by without any sexual contact. But it would be worth it, in the long run. They could continue to have a sexual relationship for many years, even after they each got married and had their own families.

Matt especially seemed to like that idea, that he could fuck his s****r even if she had a husband and he had a wife. He asked if he could fuck me again after we finished talking, and I eagerly complied. I knew how important it was to make each fuck important, and the best it could be. After he made me cum with his wonderfully thick penis, I whispered in his ear that soon he would get to fuck my ass too. Hearing that sent him over the edge and he gave me a second load, his third of the night.

We all fell asl**p after that, and I dreamed of Daddy all night long. He seemed very happy for me, and was glad to see that his legacy was continuing on. I promised him that I would do everything I could to keep it going.

The next morning, I awoke to the blissful feeling of my two k**s each laying next to me. They were naked, just like me, and Matt was already hard. I pulled the comforter back so I could see his cock. I hadn't gotten a good look last night, only a good feel. It was beautiful, uncircumcised like his grandfather and so thick. I grasped it in my hand and moved his foreskin back and forth over the head. He moaned and stirred, obviously enjoying that. I knew how to please a big cock, after all.

I leaned over him and started to suck his cock. Without waking Breanna, I proceeded to give him the best blowjob he ever had. I licked his balls, took him all the way into my throat, jerked his shaft while I sucked the tip, everything I could think of to make him cum. After only a few minutes, I was rewarded with a mouthful of his semen, thick and copious. It tastes so good, even better than I remembered his grandfather tasting.

"Mom, that felt so good," Matt muttered. "I still can't believe we're doing this."

"Doing what?" Breanna said, stirring awake. "Hey, you two are fooling around, aren't you?"

"We can do that without you once in a while," I said with a smile. "Just like the two of you can."

"What about you two?" Matt said.

Breanna and I just looked at each other.

"I think the fun in that would be for you to watch us," I replied. "But with that intention, I would be more than willing to put on a show."

Matt's cock twitched, no doubt as he pictured the two of us eating each other's pussies.

"Mom, will you show us how to do anal?" Breanna said, hopping up onto the bed with excitement.

"Your father will be home soon, but I promise the next time we have a few hours, Matt will have both of our asses."

"That sounds great!" Matt said with a grin.

"Now, both of you need to take a shower and have breakfast. We have to act normal most of the time, don't forget that."

"We know," they both said simultaneously.

"We've been good at keeping secrets this long," Matt said.

"Yes, that reminds me," I said, looking at Breanna. "I seem to recall you telling me quite frankly that you and Matt had never done anything sexual with each other. Now you tell me that you've been secretly masturbating together?"

Breanna shrugged. "I didn't want to lie to you, but I thought you were on to us, and that was why you were asking those questions. I didn't know that I could trust you with our secret."

"I see," I said, pretending to be upset but of course only happy at where we all ended up. "I think maybe you need to be punished."

Breanna smiled. "Maybe Matt should punish me with that giant cock of his."

"Oh yeah!" he exclaimed.

"No, no," I interrupted. "You two can fuck each other's brains out later. Go shower first. Separately!"

I watched them dance down the hall after each other, naked and free. I wanted to cry, I was so happy.

"I'm proud of you, Melanie," Daddy said.

"I love you so much, Daddy," I replied. "Nothing can replace you. But this couldn't be a better way to honor you and all you did for me."

"Make them as happy as you made me."

I closed my eyes and smiled, before retrieving the big dildo from my nightstand and spitting on it. I needed to prepare if I was going to take my son's big cock up my ass.

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6 months ago
nicely done little series and very erotic and loving