Jane didn't know what to do. So she did nothing, waiting for Christy to make the first move. But Christy was obviously holding it all inside of her. She said nothing to her mother about catching her in bed with Ken. As far as Jane was concerned, this just made things worse. It was almost as if Christy were using silence as a weapon.
The days dragged by. Jane thought about confiding in Bud, but was afraid to. The way her son had been avoiding her ever since the party, it seemed likely that Christy must have told him what happened.
With her home like a prison, Jane started going out, just wandering the streets in a daze. Usually she wound up in some bar, trying to drink her sorrow away. In an alcoholic fog she could at least temporarily numb the pain she felt.
One night she staggered into the house around midnight. Seeing that the kids were either gone or asleep, she slumped into a chair and just stared.
Without realizing it, she started to cry.
"I've made such a damn mess of things," Jane sobbed. "Everybody hates me. What's the use in going oh?" She thought of suicide. "After all, what do I have to live for?"
Tempting herself with the idea of permanently ending her grief, Jane got up and went to the bathroom. She stared into the medicine cabinet at the prescriptions she had collected over the years. Surely, she thought, if she took every pill available at the same time she could end it all.
She reached for a container of red capsules, whispering to herself, "Why not? What do I have to lose?"
Jane twisted the cap of the vial. It was stuck. She put it in her mouth to gnaw it loose with her teeth. That was when she heard the laughter…
It came from down the hall. Jane couldn't resist its lure. It had been so long since laughter had been heard in the house. She crept down the corridor. The laughter grew louder.
"It's coming from Christy's bedroom," Jane whispered with desperate yearning. "God, it sounds so good."
Jane went to the door and put her ear to it. It was Christy's voice she had heard all right. And now that voice had changed from laughter to a husky moan that vibrated with pleasure. Aching to know what was going on, Jane dropped to her knees. The house was an old one, with old fashioned keyholes on the doors. Jane could not resist peeping inside.
Her eyes were focused directly, on the bed. She saw movement in the form of a blurred patch of bare skin. Then the blur slowed down. From her vantage point, Jane had a clear view of her daughter's tits.
Christy was naked, Jane realized. What's more, her nipples were red and erect, obviously in a state of arousal.
Jane burned to know what was taking place in the bedroom. It was the first excitement she had felt in days. Driven by her curiosity, Jane made the decision to find out for certain just what her daughter was up to.
One of Christy's windows faced out onto the yard. Jane knew that her daughter never closed the window shade because of a clump of shrubbery that grew outside on the other side of the glass.
Jane scurried down the hall, through the kitchen, and bolted through the back door into the yard. She burrowed into the shrubbery, coming up with a perfect view through her daughter's uncovered window. Whatever there was to be seen, she could see it.
"Oh, my God!" Jane gasped with alarm, forced to bite into her forearm so her voice wouldn't carry.
Now Jane knew why her daughter was naked. Why Christy had been laughing and moaning. The scene was crystal clear. Christy was not, alone in bed. Between her spread legs, she clutched the head of a crouching boy. A teenage boy who was eating her cunt.
A boy who was her own brother.
And all Jane could do was watch and listen as her son went down on her daughter's pussy.
"Ooooh, Bud, suck it, suck it!" Christy was groaning encouragement to her twat-lapping brother. "Use your tongue like it was a cock. Make it hard and jam it up my cunt. Like you were fucking me with it."
In her hiding place, Jane had trouble believing her own eyes and ears. She was hypnotized by the incestuous action on the bed, rooted to her spot outside the window.
"My own son and daughter," Jane whispered with awe. "Bud and Christy, having sex…"
Jane was interrupted by her daughter's orgasmic wail.
"Oh, Bud… Bud, I'm coming!" Christ blurted, "You've got me coming so hard! Your tongue is magic in my cunt!"
Jane could hear her son slurp as Bud downed his sister's free-flowing pussy juice while Christy came in his mouth. Jane licked her lips, finding herself wondering what her daughter's cunt tasted like.
Jane was shocked by the knowledge that her son and daughter were lovers. But her dominant emotion was sexual. Most of all, watching her naked children getting it on had reduced Jane to panting horniness.
"What beautiful kids," she sighed. "I'd give anything to watch them fuck."
Jane got her wish.
Bud pulled his face up from his sister's crotch. His sticky face glistened with pussy juice as he knelt between Christy's legs. His big dick resembled a pole as it loomed from his crotch.
"Why'd you stop eating my cunt?" Christy asked.
"You know," Bud answered, stroking his hard-on and eyeing his sister's wide-open twat.
"Why don't you tell me anyway?" Christy teased. "I want to hear you say it."
"I'm going… to… fuck… you," Bud slowly told his sister.
"Say it again," Christy urged. "Over and over again."
"I'm going to fuck you, Sis. Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!"
Then he guided his cock-head to the fleshy gash of his sister's awaiting cunt. He shoved. Half of his prick disappeared in Christy's twat. He shoved again, fell on top of his sister, and as his hips started to roll, he was fucking her to the hilt.
"God, just look at those kids fuck," Jane swooned outside the window. "What I'd give to be that age again. So young and horny and knowing exactly what to do about it."
Jane could not stand to just watch any longer. She needed relief from the throbbing ache at the crux of her loins. So her hand found its way under her skirt, straight to her cunt.
Tugging her damp panties aside, Jane poked a pair of fingers into her sopping gash. As she probed, her pussy squeezed back. She curled her fingers, using her knuckles like the head of a cock. Rhythmically finger-fucking herself, she continued to watch her children fuck.
"Mmmm, your cock feels so big in my cunt," Christy was telling her brother as he drove between her spread legs. "I'm gonna be coming before I know it."
"Go ahead. Don't hold anything back, Sis," Bud rasped. "You know how I dig fucking you while your pussy's getting off. Your cunt gets even tighter and wetter while you're coming than it usually is."
"In that case I'll give myself a little extra push," Christy chuckled.
She laid a hand across each of her tits. She rubbed the jiggling mounds at first, then gradually began to concentrate on her nipples. Christy's nipples were plump and red, resembling fresh strawberries. She caught them between her fingers and squeezed them, gently at first, then harder. Eventually she was pinching them. They swelled like they might burst.
"Now… now I'm gonna come!" Christy announced.
She climaxed, her body writhing. Wrapping her legs around her brother's waist while he pumped his cock in her cunt, she bounced her ass on the bed. The springs squealed, combining with Christy's moans to produce a duet of erotic sound that seared Jane's ears.
As her daughter climaxed, Jane knew that she had to come also in order to keep envy from consuming her. Desperate for an orgasm, Jane stuffed all five fingers into her twat. Her fist punched repeatedly all the way to her womb.
It worked.
"Ooooh, thank God!" Jane moaned gratefully as she achieved the climax she had craved.
Temporarily calmed down, she focused her attention on her son. Bud was obviously ready to come.
"Getting off, Sis!" he told Christy, shafting his dick in her twat. "My cock's gonna blow in your pussy!"
"Shoot it, Bud, shoot it!" Christy cried, wiggling her ass in anticipation. "Drown my cunt with your cum! Fill me up with so much damn jizm that my pussy can't hold it all! I want your cum running down my legs and leaking into the crack of my ass by the time your prick's through unloading!"
"Yes, Bud, shoot it," Jane whispered. "Come in Christy's cunt. Give your sister the hot juice from your big, beautiful cock."
Bud grunted. His smooth asscheeks clenched together as his boner slammed into his sister's fuck-hole as far as possible. Then he came.
"Pour it inside me!" Christy screeched.
"Oh, yes… yes," Jane murmured at the window while she watched her son creaming in her daughter's thirsty twat. "Pump that cum into Christy's pussy, Bud. She deserves every drop you can give her. She's fucked you so hard for it."
"Shit, I'm coming so strong… don't know where I'm getting all this jizz!" Bud gasped while his cock continued erupting in his sister's cunt.
"Ahhhh, this is the best, Bud," Christy responded. "The best time you've ever fucked me. There's soooo much cummmmmmm!"
At the window, Jane was suddenly distracted from the main action when the significance of what her daughter had just said struck her.
"The best time you ever fucked me," Jane repeated Christy's key statement to herself.
Jane was shaken. For the first time it dawned on her that her children had fucked before tonight. What she was watching was something Bud and Christy had been doing all along.
In the meantime, while Jane pondered her discovery, Bud finished shooting his wad and removed his spent prick from his sister's cunt. Christy lolled with her legs gaping, fingering her pussy lips as far apart as they would go so Bud's excess jism spilled out of her gash. Caught by the light, the leaking cum sparkled as it streaked down Christy's loins and saturated the split of her ass.
Now Jane was in for another shock as she heard her son say to her daughter: "Why don't you smear my jizz around, Sis? That's what Mom always does when I'm through fucking her."
Christy's pretty face wrinkled with distaste at the mention of her mother. "Don't bring her up. Not when you're balling me!"
"Aw, c'mon, Sis, don't be so bitchy. Mom means well."
"I can't help the way I feel!" Christy snapped at her brother. "The idea of you fucking Mom turns my stomach. I'll never understand how you can stand to stick your cock in that dried-up old cunt of hers. I'll bet her pussy is so loose it flaps."
Outside the window, Jane was heartsick. But she kept listening. Her spirits picked up when she heard Bud defending her.
"You can badmouth Mom all you want, Sis, and it doesn't mean a thing," he answered Christy.
"You don't know what you're talking about, because you don't have a cock and you've never fucked her."
"If I had a cock a foot long and I was dying of horniness, I'd jack-off until I bled before I'd ball that old hag," Christy sneered. "If you wanna fuck Mom, that's your problem. I guess you're as hard up as she is, you poor jerk."
"Well, then, where does that leave you, Sis?" Bud charged. "I notice you take every chance you can get at my prick."
"That's different," Christy pouted. "I'm young and pretty. Can fuck anybody I want. I don't have to make you screw me the way Mom does."
"She didn't have to make me," Bud replied. "Mom gave me my first piece of ass and I was glad to get it. If she hadn't taken my cherry, I might've never had the guts to come on with you, Sis."
"So what?" Christy haughtily said. "I can fuck any guy I want. If you want Mom instead of me, you're welcome to her."
"Yeah, you talk a good game, Sis, but I know different," Bud sneered. "You're just as desperate as you claim Mom is and you know it."
"Prove it!" Christy bristled.
"Okay, I will," Bud replied in a steady voice. "That night of the party, for instance. When you walked in on Mom doing a number with Uncle Ken, why did you pretend to be so shocked when you knew that she'd been fucking me all along to begin with?"
"I-I…" Christy stammered.
"I'll give you the answer," Bud interrupted.
"You wanted Mom out of the picture. Thought you could get her so worried that she wouldn't dare get it on with me anymore as long as you were looking over her shoulder. And, meanwhile, you counted on me being so pissed off when I found out Mom had screwed Uncle Ken that you'd have me all to yourself."
"It's a lie! A Goddamn fucking lie!" Christy screamed.
She reared up, striking out at her brother with her fists. Bud dodged her blows, then grabbed her arms.
"No, Christy, it's the truth," Bud hissed. "And I'm going to make you admit it."
"Never! Nothing you can do…"
"Don't be so sure of that, bitch! I have my ways."
Bud slapped Christy across the face. Then again and again, until she started crying. When his sister was sufficiently weakened by his blows, Bud grabbed her shoulders and wrestled with her on the bed until he had her pinned face down. Straddling her thighs, he grabbed her asscheeks and lifted her butt until she was shakily propped on her knees. Bud pried his sister's buns apart. He shoved his cock into the split of her ass.
"What are you doing to me?" Christy groaned.
"The one thing I've never done to you is fuck your ass," Bud said. "Well, let me tell you something, with a cock as big as mine it can hurt a chick like hell. I'm gonna butt-fuck you until you tell the truth. You'll either give in or I'll rip you to pieces, bitch."
Bud drove his cock like a cutting blade into his sister's asshole.
Christy screamed with pain. But she did not give in.
Bud slammed forward again. By the time his crotch was through surging, his entire prick was buried in Christy's narrow shit pit.
"Hurt enough for you?" Bud cruelly taunted his suffering sister.
"I can take it!" Christy defiantly answered. "Take it… and more!"
She started moving her ass, purposely working Bud's hilted cock within her tight anal channel. Bud retaliated by draping himself over Christy's back, grabbing hold of her dangling tits like they were handles. He squeezed them so powerfully that the spongy flesh oozed between his gouging fingers.
Incredibly, Christy laughed in response. "You'll have to do better than this, big brother!"
The struggle continued.
At the window, the children's mother watched with breathless alarm. Jane didn't know what to think, what to do. She was spellbound, her mind and body frozen with shock.
"Had enough, bitch?" Bud yelled.
"Never!" Christy hollered back. "Go ahead, butt-fuck me all you want. This was your idea in the first place. I expect you to finish what you started. Or, Goddamn it, I'll finish it myself on my own terms."
Christy swung her ass from side to side, whipsawing Bud's cock. For the first time he was the one wincing in pain. The tide was turning. Before long, Christy had taken charge of the action.
"Fuck me, fuck me!" she shouted. "Fuck my ass until you come! I'll twist your Goddamn prick off at the root unless you come in my ass!"
All of a sudden, Christy lurched backward, forcing her brother to give ground. Bud lost his balance. Ass-first, Christy bulldozed him, tipping him over.
Christy rocked back. Shifting all her weight to her butt, she pinned Bud's shoulders to the mattress as she mounted him. She was sitting on her brother's cock now, taking it straight up her ass.
Slowly she turned to face Bud, twisting his cock in her shit pit. Her hips rose and fell, completely dictating the rhythm of the butt-fucking.
"God, Sis, you've gone crazy!" Bud gasped as his sister moved her tight asshole up and down his standing hard-on.
"Just tell me you don't dig it and I'll stop," Christy answered.
Bud glared up at his sister and their eyes locked. The butt-fucking continued, with Christy anally jerking her brother's prick from the head to the root. Bud cracked. Gradually, his grim expression melted away, replaced by an almost dreamy expression. A smile split his face.
"Yes, I dig it, Sis," Bud admitted. "What ever made me think I could get the best of you? You're really something."
"Better than Mom?"
Bud nodded.
"Then come in my ass, stud, and prove it."
"You get it, Sis!"
Bud's crotch surged, stabbing his prick to the farthest reaches of Christy's asshole. His cockhead then spurted with liquid flame.
Christy took her climaxing brother's cum with a howl of joy. She thrashed her hips, corkscrewing Bud's hilted prick as it erupted in her shit pit.
"Fan-fucking-tastic!" she exclaimed. "My ass is on fire!"
Outside the window, Jane finally turned away. She had seen and heard enough. Jane's heart felt like it was going to break. She saw a gulf between her children and herself that seemed to stretch for miles. Could it ever be bridged? Right now Jane wasn't strong enough to think about it. All she wanted to do was slink off somewhere and lick her wounds.
So she left.
She wound up wandering the streets again. Eventually she found herself in another bar. But this time all the alcohol in the world couldn't have put a dent in her pain.