Brad finished his explanation to his sons. "I'm the one to blame. I could've said no to your aunt when I first found out she was living next door and stopped this then. But I fucked her. And after that it was all downhill, until I dragged you two into it along with me. What else can I say, except I'm sorry."
"Aw, don't be so hard on yourself, Dad," Rob said sympathetically. "It could be worse."
"I'd like to know how." Brad shuddered, clearly at the end of his rope, and certainly not prepared for the way his other son now responded to his grief.
"Well, for one thing," Tony said, smirking, "Rob and I could still be cherry."
His face clenching in sudden rage at his son's apparent don't-give-a-damn attitude, Brad seethed at Tony, "You little punk. I ought to knock your head off."
Brad moved in on the boy, cocking his fist to throw a punch. Cindy jumped up and stopped it just in time. "Listen to the kid, he just might be making sense," she told her snarling brother. "Sure, Tony could use a couple of charm lessons, but the bottom line is that maybe he's on to something. A fresh approach might be exactly what we need to keep our heads above water. Let Tony have his say."
Father and son stared at one another. Then Brad sheepishly looked away.
"What the hell," he muttered, abruptly seeming so tired that he could scarcely stand. "Who am I to turn my back on free advice after the mess I've made of things? Go ahead, Tony. What's on your mind?"
The boy licked his lips with anticipation.
"It's simple," he said. "We're like one of those airplanes that's running out of gas, but gone too far to turn back. What do they call it?"
"Past the point of no return," someone prompted.
"If we wanna get where we're going without crashing, we gotta make, super-sure nothing's in our way to screw us up," he bubbled with youthful logic. "Now I'll ask you. If we're all fucking inside the family, but there's somebody left who isn't, who can still blow the whistle on us, what do we have to do?"
Tina quickly replied, "Either get rid of them, or…"
"Fuck them, too," Rob finished the sentence.
"Very good," Tony said, like a teacher to his class. "Now, question number two, the big [missing text]."
He looked directly at his brother for the answer. As it dawned on Rob, he squirmed.
"M-Mom!" he gasped after a long pause. "You're talking about our mom, aren't you?"
Tony slowly nodded.
"But, shit, you can't just get rid of your own mother," Rob choked.
Tony slowly shook his head, drawling, "Which only leaves us with one other choice."
"F-fuck her?" Rob stammered.
Tony nodded again. "Tomorrow," he said.
And nobody disagreed.
Sitting around with images of their naked cocks dancing in her head, Meg automatically placed her hand on her crotch. Her pussy throbbed to the touch, its heat making her fingers wriggle.
"What I need is either a good fuck or a cold shower," she sighed.
Reluctantly deciding on the latter, Meg stripped and headed for the bathroom. She didn't bother with a robe, believing she was alone in the house. She was wrong.
"T-Tony!" Meg gasped to her older son when he unexpectedly appeared as she nakedly made her way down the hall.
She had frozen with surprise when she saw him suddenly standing there, crossing her arms over her tits. Tony wasn't moving either, drilling her with his staring eyes.
"I-I'm going to take a shower," Meg nervously explained.
"Don't do that," Tony answered.
"I'll just be a minute, if you want to take one, too," Meg muttered.
"I wasn't talking about the shower," Tony told her. "I meant the way you're covering yourself with your arms. You're a mighty pretty woman, Mom. You shouldn't hide it."
Meg didn't know what to think, especially when she thought she noticed a telltale lump at the crotch of her son's snug jeans. It was as though Tony had somehow guessed how secretly horny she was and was purposely testing her. Oh, she thought, how she yearned to give in.
Somehow, though, Meg gathered enough willpower to snap at Tony, "I'm certainly not about to start posing like a centerfold for my own son, no matter what he thinks of my body. Now if you don't mind, young man…"
"Come off it, Mom," Tony cut her, off. "This isn't funny, young man," Meg choked, trying to sound outraged at the same time her resistance seeped out of her. "It isn't supposed to be," Tony said. "What's more, I'll bet you want to see me as much as I do you."
His jockey shorts were bulging at his open fly now. Meg could clearly see the outline of his hard-on and his fat, round balls. In reaction, her aroused pussy started to leak so much that she felt the sticky juice trickling down her inner thighs.
"Tell you what, Mom," Tony continued. "You take your arms away from in front of you and I'll pull out my prick."
Meg took the deepest breath of her life. During it, her arms uncrossed and she stood totally exposed in the nude.
And out came her son's cock. It was a jutting pole, one of the biggest Meg had ever seen.
Immediately closing the distance between them, Meg knelt before her son. She tugged his jeans and shorts dawn, then thrust her hungry mouth around his awaiting prick.
"All the way, Mom," Tony called down. "Suck my whole cock."
Meg deep-throated him without hesitation. The forbidden thrill of taking her son's huge prick to his balls made her climax on the spat, as though she owned an oral cunt.
"Mmmmmm, you've got a mouth like a vacuum cleaner, Mom," Tony moaned in reaction to Meg's orgasmic suction. "Keep it up and you'll suck the cream right out of my balls, straight into your belly."
Meg couldn't think of anything she'd ever wanted more in her life. Passing the blowjob stage, she began fucking her son's rigid prick with her mouth. His balls were fair game, too, being rolled between her hands like wads of dough.
Just about a cock-thrust away from shooting his wad, Tony drove his prickmeat to the depths of his mother's throat. Just in case he needed any further help unloading, Meg now had a finger straight up his gritty asshole.
"You got it, Mom!" Tony declared. "All of my cum you can drink!"
His prick exploded in his mother's sucking grasp. His jizz was hotter and sweeter than Meg had expected. She couldn't swallow it fast enough to satisfy her overwhelming thirst.
"Mmmmm, you greedy, little cocksucker," Tony sighed when his balls were drained. "You must've been waiting a long time for this."
Meg certainly was in no position to deny her son's observation. Indeed, after Tony's prick had slowed to a dribble, she still nursed at his prickhead as if it were an oversized nipple, in order to milk whatever additional cum there was to be had.
When there was finally no more cream for her to swallow, Meg ended the blowjob. However, the possibility of something even better immediately occurred to her, because Tony's cock remained as stiff as ever.
"That's right, Mom," he chuckled, reading her mind. "At my age it doesn't matter how much I've just come. My prick stays hard, no matter what."
"Then what are we waiting for?" Meg blurted out. "Take me to bed and fuck me!"
"We're on our way, Mom."
Tony reached down to help her up. But then, before Meg was on her feet, his muscular arms caught her naked body and raised her aloft. He carried her into the bedroom as though they were a bride and groom on their honeymoon.
"Can I eat your pussy before I fuck you, Mom?" Tony asked when he lowered Meg onto the bed.
"Oh, please, yes," Meg readily agreed. "I'd love to come in your mouth, darling. My pussy juice'll be so hot and sweet for you."
She spread her legs as far apart as they'd go. Her wide-open cunt resembled a drooling wound. Burrowing between her thighs, Tony sealed her pussylips with the lips of his mouth and shot his tongue up her cunt.
"Deeper, deeper, and I'll feed you all the pussy juice you can drink!" Meg cried.
Her son used his tongue like a cock in her cunt. Her ass left the bed as her thighs clutched his head, and she came in his mouth as though a dam had broken in her womb.
She could hear Tony hungrily slurping while he feasted on her climaxing pussy. It was music to Meg's ears. She closed her eyes and listened as she would to her favorite song, carried away by the emotional experience.
In her self-imposed darkness, she sensed a male presence directly above her. Tony must be moving into position for a sixty-nine, she thought. It was fine with her. She wouldn't mind sucking his prick again at all before he got around to fucking her. Even if he should happen to come in her mouth a second time it wouldn't slow him up, since his beautiful cock was so young and tireless.
Her eyes still closed, Meg extended her tongue. Sure enough, she lapped a dangling set of balls. She managed an oral grip on one and sucked it all the way into her mouth. This drew his throbbing prick within reach. Meg brought her hand to it and lovingly stroked the rigid column.
Then her hand and mouth switched places. Now Meg was fingering balls and swallowing prick. It tasted saltier than before, renewing her thirst. How she craved another load of teenaged jizz.
Meanwhile, the tongue in her cunt was spooning the fuck honey out of her as fast as she climaxed. Nothing like a sixty-nine before a fuck, Meg thought, especially with a strong, young boy. He could come and come without resting, just like she could.
She deep-throated his prick to the root. Her pussy was tongue-fucked to its depth. Now all that remained was for her son to come again in her mouth as hard as she'd been coming in his.
Meg probed his tight, young asshole, fingerfucking it with insistent probes. She could feel the male gland at the base of his balls pulsating, signaling the fresh eruption which she craved.
Now it arrived. So much cum! Even more than before!
This time Meg had trouble swallowing it all, her cheeks ballooning from the creamy volume. But there was no way she'd allow a drop of the precious fluid to escape.
Finally, the spurting slowed to a trickle. Meg downed the rest of the boy-cum at her own pace, savoring every gulp.
While she completed the blowjob, half of the sixty-nine, Tony's mouth left her cunt. Rubbing herself down there in the absence of his tongue, Meg brought herself to one last orgasm as she finished draining those young nuts dry.
"Ready for that fuck now, Mom?" Tony then asked.
Meg couldn't answer with her mouth still full of prick, but the way she flexed her crotch left nothing to the imagination. Holding her breath, she waited for her son's cock to leave her throat and plunge at last into her hot pussy.
Then plunge it did, filling Meg's cunt with as much prick as it could take. But all at once, this was not where her attention was directed. For incredibly, she still had a mouthful of the same cock she'd just sucked.
Meg's eyes flew open with alarm. There was Tony, his hips between her legs and his prick definitely stuffing her cunt. Up above, though, another set of male loins straddled her head, with their youthful owner letting his blown jizz trickle down her throat.
In short, the sixty-nine with Tony hadn't happened. He'd eaten Meg's pussy, sure enough. However, the prick she'd mouth fucked hadn't been his at all.
"That's right, Mom," Tony said. "We're not alone. And I don't think you'll need three guesses to figure out whose cock you've been sucking."
The cock she'd deep-throated withdrew so she could speak. There was, of course, only one logical explanation.
"Rob!" Meg named her other son.
"You suck cock like your mouth was a cunt, Mom," he called down.
Trembling from head to toe, Meg realized how completely she'd been set up. Obviously, Tony and Rob had been in this together from the beginning, just waiting to catch her in a weak moment.
"What do you want from me?" she desperately asked them. "Is it blackmail?"
"We're already getting all we want from you, Mom," Tony replied, then shoved his big cock in her tight pussy. "We just want to suck and fuck you as much as you want to suck and fuck us."
"Oh, God, how I wish I could believe that," Meg choked. "It'd be like a dream come true. But I'm so afraid that you're just using me. Can't help it. Keep thinking about you boys threatening to go to your father with this unless I pay and pay and pay."
"And just what do you think Dad'll do about you putting out for us?" Rob asked, kneeling beside his mother now so the shadow of his tireless hard-on fell across her tits.
"Don't even want to think about it!" Meg shuddered. "He might kill me."
And a booming male voice abruptly said, "Think again, Meg."
Meg looked toward the door with disbelief. There he stood. God, if it wasn't her husband, himself.
"The only way you and I are going to have any trouble is if you don't finish what you started with the boys, Meg. It's the only way."
Hopelessly confused, Meg pleaded for an explanation. The one she got was the last one she expected to hear.
Brad rapidly told her. It was so incredible that Meg, as much as she yearned for a story she could believe in order to justify her own actions, couldn't bring herself to accept it. Her husband's own sister just happened to live next door, rekindling an old flame that wound up consuming the entire family in a blaze of incest? No, no, life simply couldn't play those kinds of tricks on her.
"See for yourself," Brad finally said to his wife.
The woman Meg had only glimpsed at as a next door neighbor emerged. Suddenly, her family resemblance to Brad was startling.
"'Bout time you and Dad, got here, Aunt Cindy," one of the boys called.
"I think Mom still needs some more convincing," the other said.
"That can be arranged," Cindy chuckled.
She knelt before her brother, who was already unzipping his fly for her. Brad pulled out his stiff prick, and Cindy promptly took it in her mouth.
"Yeah, suck it, Sis, suck my prick all the way down to my balls," Brad moaned with pleasure. "Show Meg just how much you love my big cock, Cindy."
Something within Meg snapped. Brad's incest had set her free, free to follow his example and openly pursue, at last, her own desires in the same direction, leaving her guilty conscience behind.
"Convinced yet, Mom?" one of her sons asked her.
"Fuck me!" she declared.
"I already am, Mom," Tony reminded her. "I mean both of you!" Meg wailed with stark lust. "Give me both of your beautiful cocks at the same time! I'm too horny for anything less!"
"But Tony's already fucking your pussy, Mom," Rob anxiously noted, showing his inexperience.
"My cunt's not the only place that can take your cock," Meg impatiently shot back. "And I don't mean my mouth again."
"Looks like you've lucked out, kiddo," Tony told his confused brother. "You know where she wants you to fuck her, don't you? Like they say, where the sun don't shine."
Beginning to catch on, Rob muttered, "You mean…"
"Right where I shit!" Meg demanded. "Fuck me in the ass!"
"But Tony's in the way," Rob complained.
Rearing up with surprising strength, Meg rolled Tony and herself over so they traded positions. Now she was on top, pinning him beneath her as she straddled his loins, and she sat with his standing prick up her cunt. When she leaned forward, the cheeks of her ass parted widely. And there was her asshole, just waiting to be fucked by Rob.
The young man needed no additional encouragement. Moving into action, he nudged his cockhead into the dent of his mother's tiny shitter mouth and set his hips for a thrust.
"Fuck me, Rob!" Meg shouted. "Rip me!" Rob's spine snapped, powering half of his prick up his mother's ass. Down below, the impact almost forced Tony's previously hilted cock out of Meg's cunt. But realizing that good things don't come easily, nobody complained.
Tony suggested, "We'll take turns sticking our pricks all the way in, Mom. You fuck her ass to your balls while I pull out, then you back off so I can fuck her pussy. Then we just keep trading off like that, like a see-saw. Mom'll get all the fucking she can handle."
Rob agreed and went first, sinking his cock to its root in Meg's shit chute. In response, Tony's hard-on temporarily withdrew from her cunt until only his cockhead remained.
"God, Mom's ass is soooo tight," Rob moaned with delight. "And shitty. I'm in her so deep. Got her crap all over my prick. What a trip!"
He liked it so much that he had, to be reminded to give his brother a chance to fuck their mother's pussy. Then Tony bucked upward, impaling Meg's cunt on the spike of his cock. Scooting out of her asshole in the process, Rob's prick glistened with a caramel sheen of fresh female shit.
Soon they had traded off once again, then another time, and repeatedly after that, faster and faster, one son's prick pistoning in Meg's cunt while the other ass-fucked her.
"Don't know which cock is making me come the most," Meg orgasmically squealed. "And I'm not gonna try to guess! All I know is that I'm flying! Only one thing could make it better!"
"Name it, Mom!" the boys panted together, one's cock going in, the other's jerking out.
"Come for me, too!" Meg begged. "And I mean both of you at the same time! Your jizz in my pussy Tony, and yours in my ass, Rob!"
"We'll both have to go into you at the lame time to make it happen, Mom," Tony cautioned. "That means both of our pricks stuffing your cunt and ass."
"Whatever it takes!" Meg feverishly insisted. "Tear me to pieces with your beautiful, young cocks!"
Rob shoved from behind. Tony surged from below. Their pricks collided deep within their mother, removing the distinction between her ass and cunt so she felt as if there were just one jam packed hole between her legs. Never had Meg felt like more of a woman.
"I'm shooting it now!" one of her boys grunted.
"Same here!" the other rumbled.
And as the scalding cum poured into her womb and bowels, Meg experienced too much joy for any woman to stand. With her sons still unloading, she went over the edge into a pit of darkness, passed out cold.
"Mom! Mom! You all right?" Tony gasped.
"God, hope we didn't kill her," Rob said. "Didn't fuck her to death."
And over by the door, where she had finished blowing him, Cindy and Brad could not help but laugh at the boys' overreaction.
"Don't worry, fellas," Brad reassured his sons. "Your mother is doing just fine."
"How can you be so sure?" Rob hopefully asked, his shitty cock out of his mother's fucked ass now and dripping limply while a collapsed Meg pinned Tony beneath her lifeless form.
"Just look at her face," Cindy suggested. "That'll tell you all you need to know."
Both brothers squirmed for a look, then sighed with relief. Their mother was smiling from ear to car.