Beverly and her two brothers got it on for long hours, fucking and sucking each other in every imaginable position. Then they fell asleep, all cuddled together. And when they awoke much later, they all felt hungry and decided to go to the kitchen for something to eat.
Giggling, the three incestuous lovers made their way out of Ross' room down the long hallway toward the kitchen. They were all still naked and as they padded down the hall, the two boys reached out now and then and grabbing Beverly's tits and cunt. She responded by reaching out for their cocks and balls.
But as the three lovers approached the master bedroom, which was way at the opposite end of the hall from Ross' bedroom, they slowed their pace and grew silent, exchanging startled glances. For the door to their parents' room was halfway open, and through it they could hear their mother and father talking.
"He's home!" Bev whispered. "They must've come home while we were fucking."
"Yeah, wonder what they're talking about," Randy whispered.
"Let's find out," Ross said. "Then, maybe all five of us can get it on!"
Beverly and her little brothers grinned at each other like three naughty children as they topped just outside the doorway to the master bedroom, prepared to listen to their parents' conversation.
"I'm just so tired of living this lie, Nick," Lydia was saying.
"I am too, honey, but what choice do we have?" Nick responded warmly.
"What lie?" Beverly mouthed to her brothers. But Ross put one finger to his lips in a signal for her to remain silent and the three eavesdroppers turned their attention back to the mysterious conversation.
Inside the master bedroom, Lydia turned toward her husband with a worried frown and he drew her into his arms, lightly stroking her big tits.
"I just cringe, Nick, every time I think about what Beverly and the boys would say if they knew the truth – we could lose them, lose their love, you know," Lydia said, her voice cracking with emotion.
Before Nick could respond to his wife, the door flew all the way open with a bang against the wall and, to their shock, Beverly, Randy, and Ross rushed into the room to confront their parents.
"Ohmigod!" Nick gasped, sitting up in bed, his eyes darting from Beverly's face to Randy's and then to Ross'. All three faces showed expressions of confusion, anxiety, and some anger.
"Ohhh, nooo!" Lydia moaned helplessly, sitting straight up in bed next to her husband. She felt weak and dizzy, and put one hand on Nick's arm. Nick saw her pale face and reached out, taking her protectively into his arms again.
"What lie are you tired of living, Mom?" Beverly asked, tears of fearful anticipation filling her eyes.
"OK, children, it's nothing," Lydia said with a wave of her hand as if to dismiss the matter. She tried to sound nonchalant, but her tone belied her words.
"Don't give us that crap!" Ross snarled, his hands clenched into fists.
"Yah, Mom," Randy put it in a gentler tone, "I've heard enough to know that you've been keeping a secret from us… something that concerns us all."
"That's right," Beverly said as she moved to the bed and sat on the foot of it.
Rankly and Ross followed, sitting down next to her.
"Don't you think it's time to tell us what's going on?"
Nick glanced at his wife and saw her face pale even more. He could feel her shaking like a leaf in his arms, and he wanted to give her time to compose herself.
"Hey, how come all three of you are naked?" he asked in an obvious attempt to change the subject and ease the tension that filled the room.
"We've been getting it on," Ross said with a leering glance at Beverly's pussy.
"Great! Your mom and I have been wondering how long it would take you to get around to that," Nick said with a chuckle, but in truth, he was feeling just as worried and frightened as Lydia was.
"Come on, Dad… Mom," Bev said softly, looking from one to the other. "It's time. Give. Tell us what's been going on all these years that we've known nothing about."
"She's right, honey," Nick said, turning toward his wife now. "It'll be hard, but like you said, we've been living a lie all these years and now it's time to tell the truth… the entire truth."
"I know. You're right," Lydia said finally. Then she took a deep breath to steady her nerves. "Okay, it is time for the truth."
"This is so hard on you, honey," Nick said solicitously, "let me tell them."
"No, Nick!" Lydia said, her voice stronger now we need to say it. "It will be a kind of purging, and I need that after all this time… all this deceit. But, I want you all to listen to me without one word of interruption until I've finished because otherwise I may lose my nerve. Agreed?"
Beverly, Ross, and Randy all nodded silently, their eyes intent on the older woman's face.
"Fine. There's no gentle or easy way to say what I have to say. So I'm just going to come out with it," Lydia said, taking another deep breath.
"Sure, Mom," Randy said gently.
"No, Randy," Lydia said, her eyes boring into his. "I'm not your mother. I'm your grandmother."
"What!" Randy and Ross cried in unison, while Beverly's jaw dropped and she began to tremble.
"You're crazy! You're our mother!" Ross cried.
"No, she's not, Son," Nick said.
"Then who…" Randy began.
"Beverly," Lydia said with a nod toward her daughter. "Beverly is your mother."
"She's our sister!" Ross cried.
"No, honey. That's the lie. That's what we led you all to believe all these years. That's what we thought was best. But the truth is that Beverly is your mother and I'm your grandmother."
"Oh my God!" Beverly gasped, one hand flying to her mouth. "Mom you saying that my child didn't die… that he wasn't still-born?"
"That's what I'm saying," Lydia said, feeling stronger and more sure of herself with each truthful word she spoke.
As worded as she was about the trios reaction, she began to feel a tremendous weight roll off her, and a heady relief replaced it.
"It was my child who didn't survive. You, Beverly, gave birth to healthy twin boys. But of course, you were knocked out at the time, and when you awoke, you were lied to. It was our idea… mine and your father's… but our doctor agreed to go along with it once he understood our reasons."
"What reasons, Mom? Why? Why?" Beverly asked tearfully.
"Honey," Lydia began to explain, "I was devastated when our son was still-born. I knew that I would probably never be able to have another baby."
"I… I didn't know that," Bev said softly.
"That's what the doctor told me. I would probably never get pregnant again, and if I did, I probably would not be able to carry the child to full-term," Lydia said with a trace of sadness in her voice. "And you-you were going to give your child up for adoption, anyway. Nick and I were so afraid that you would still want to give the twins up for adoption even if you knew that I had lost my baby and wanted to raise your children as my own."
For a few minutes, the room was silent. Lydia and Nick wanted to give Bev, Randy, and Ross a chance to fully absorb the startling words they had just heard. Then Beverly raised a tearstained face to her parents.
"You were right to do what you did," she said, looking from her mother to her father and then back to her mother again.
"Do you mean it, honey?" Lydia gasped, hardly daring to believe that she heard right. All these years, she had been so terrified that Beverly would never be able to forgive her and her father for that fateful decision all those years ago.
"I mean it," Bev said firmly. "I was so young. I hardly knew what was happening when I found myself pregnant. Just the idea of trying to raise a child, alone… let alone two kids… the responsibility was awesome. And even though you were willing to raise Randy and Ross a your own kids… I don't think I could have handled that… living with them, seeing them all the time, knowing that they were really my kids, but that I couldn't assume responsibility for them. No, I know I never could I have handled that. You're right, Mom. I'm sure that I would still have insisted on giving them up for adoption. Thank God you did lie to me!"
"Oh, honey, do you really feel that way?" Nick asked gruffly, reaching out and drawing his daughter into the embrace he shared with his wife as Beverly moved toward her parents.
"Oh, yes, Daddy!" Bev cried fervently, smiling at the couple through her tears. "Just think… if it had been left up to me. With me being so very young and all, I'd have given these two wonderful boys up for adoption! What a loss that would have been!"
Beverly turned toward the twins and held out one arm toward them. Her other arm as still embracing her mother and father. Randy and Ross grinned as they slid into the woman's cuddling hug the woman they had just learned was their mother.
"As it is, because of your loving lie," Beverly continued, "we've all lived such a happy life. Your lie allowed the family to stay together in a way we never could have otherwise. My only problem is trying to get used to the mind boggling idea that Randy and Ross are really my own sons, instead of the brother's I've always believed them to be."
"I'm already used to it and I think it's great," Randy said, fondling one of Bev's tits. "Now I understand why I've always felt so super-close to you, Bev, uh, I mean, Mom."
They all laughed and the tension was broken. Nick and Lydia exchanged a look… a look of relief that the truth was finally out for once and for all and a look of gratitude that they had the kind of daughter in Beverly who could understand why they did what they had so many years ago. A daughter who could not only forgive her parents, but who could actually be grateful to them for their deceit, realizing that it had been best for the entire family.
"I bye the idea that you're my mother," Ross said huskily as he reached out and began to caress Beverly's cunt. "After all, it's a lot sexier to fuck your own mother than your sister!"
"Oh, Ross, you're incorrigible!" Bev laughed, silently agreeing with the young boy.
More than once in the last few minutes, since learning the truth about her real relationship with Randy and Ross, Bev had felt a jolt of incestuous lust. She knew Ross was right. It was a lot more exciting to get it on with your own son than your brother. If I fuck Randy and Ross now, even thought, turning on more, now that I know they're really my sons, I'll probably come harder than I ever have before! It'll be just like all those thrilling times I've fucked with Daddy.
"Ross!" she said brightly now, feeling her pussy beginning to drool. "Remember your idea about all of us getting it on? Let's do it!"
"All right!" Ross cried eagerly, grabbing Beverly by her arm and pushing her down onto the big bed.
"Great idea. You two fuck while we watch. Then we'll all join in," Nick said, squeezing Lydia's tits while Randy began to fondle his grandmother's pussy.
Beverly grinned with excitement. She pulled her son down on top of her and opened her legs wide, letting him sink between them. Ross groaned and started humping his hard cock against her slick pussy. Unable to wait any longer, Bev grabbed his violently throbbing prick and shoved its fat head into her tight, juicy cunt-hole.
"Now, push! Give inc every inch of your huge fat cock, Son!" Bev cried, really turning on to the idea of making it with her own son.
With a lusty cry, Ross crammed his stiff cock into his mother. She gurgled with erotic delight as she felt the boy stuffing her pussy full with his pulsing slab of fuckmeat. She jerked her hips up to meet his savage thrust, taking his rigid cock to the very bottom of her pussy.
"Ohhh, yeah, Son, you're all the way inside me now!" she sighed happily. "I love it!"
"Shit, yeah, Mom!" Ross responded with a laugh, half out of his young mind with the heady knowledge that he was actually fucking his own mother.
Ross began hammering his cock in and out of Bev's seething cunt. Beverly arched her back and shoved her crotch upwards to take his cock as deep into her pussy as possible. She clawed at his broad shoulders and moaned with incestuous joy, soaking his prick with her rapidly flowing cunt-juice.
"Oh, I'm so proud of our daughter… and grandson," Lydia purred watching Bev and Ross fuck each other.
"Me too, honey," Nick said, his voice thick with desire as he continued to squeeze his wife's tits. He caught her nipples between his fingers and squeezed them hard.
"I've never felt so horny before," Randy murmured, plunging two fingers in and out of Lydia's cunt-hole. "Here I am, finger fucking my own grandmother while I'm waiting for my turn to fuck my mom! What a trip!"
"Aaarghhh, this is the greatest!" Ross groaned, plunging his stiff prick in and out of Beverly's deliciously snug cunt. "Fucking my own mother… wow!"
"Yeah Ross! Fuck it to me, Son! Fuck your mommy's pussy good and hard!" Bev moaned, clutching the boy against her writhing body.
Her ht little cunt was sucking at his prick meat and squeezing it hard. Her huge tits were jiggling against Ross' hairy chest. Her hips were matching his horny fucking rhythm, fucking right back at him. She squealed with pleasure each time she felt his cockhead strike the back wail of her pussy. She glanced over to the rest of her family and moaned again, thrilling to the lewd sight of her own son finger fucking his grandmother while she was having her tits squeezed and pinched by her daddy.
"Here goes!" Ross cried, bringing Bev's attention fully back to him.
He began to fuck her so violently that the savage impact made her body slide back several inches on the bed. She felt his sudden flood of jism into her cunt and it triggered her own orgasm.
"Comniiinnnggg!" she screeched, wailing loud and long. Her entire body bucked and shuddered. Her spasming cunt sucked Ross' boiling cum right out of his cock.
"Awwwww, shit!" Ross roared, filling his mother's cunt with blast after blast of steaming jism.
The mother and son writhed and howled together as they came. Then they slumped together, panting and grinning. They heard the rest of the family chuckling with glee and they exchanged an excited glance, both of them knowing without a doubt that this thrilling incestuous fuck session was only now beginning.