This is my first experiment in incest grounds. This story does not belong to the cycle of Kira's adventures although she appears there as a guest star. Whether there will be a sequel to it depends on the reactions I will receive.
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Sabrina had just celebrated her thirty-sixth birthday with her family. She was the single mother of three boys. The eldest, John, had just turned eighteen and the youngest, Peter, was fourteen only. Their father Brad Putnam had died in a car crash, eight years before. Sabrina had afterward little time to mourn her dead husband with three young boys to cater for, a house to maintain and an electronic company to manage. She had had little time for herself during the last years but now she could see the light on the horizon as her sons were more and more autonomous, especially the oldest one who was a living copy of his father, perhaps just a little more on the playboy side. Her three sons had been quite helpful at the beginning when she was overstressed by the many demands on her attention. They had always the best school marks, anything under the A level being considered as a major catastrophe.
It was the end of the term and the class of John had organized a party in an old farm a few miles out of town. They would invite their girlfriends for the party. There would be music for all tastes, dancing, dining under the stars, karaoke, role playing happenings until the early morning. They would sleep there, sleeping bags for everyone. Two adults had volunteered as chaperones to prevent booze drinking, drug consumption or other unwanted behavior. All of them were now adults but they came from a rather uptight community where even drinking a beer at twenty five was frowned upon. Sabrina was one of the chaperones with Judy, the mother of John's girlfriend. Sabrina had visited the premises to check whether the building was safe, that the water could be drunk without risks. Most of the attendants were already there but Judy was not. When Sabrina's cell phone rang, she answered in haste. It was Judy who announced she had had a minor car accident, less than one mile from her home. No one had been injured but her car was out of service. All her friends had already left for vacations and the rent car office was closed at that hour. She was unable to attend the evening party but she would rent a car next morning and come to help clean out the farm as scheduled.
Sabrina thought of cancelling the party but it had already begun so she decided to let everything continue and take the whole responsibility for the night. She made the announcement to the whole group and she was surprised by the cheers she heard. Judy was known to be very strict while Sabrina was much more lenient. There was just a big problem she could not solve : John's girlfriend was with her mother and she would not attend the party. He would be the only one without a partner.
When Sabrina saw her son's shoulders sag as she announced him the problem, she felt compelled to ease his sorrow.
- John, don't be sad, the other girls will dance with you!
- Don't lie to me, mom : for our first party, all the boys will dance with their girlfriends all the night.
- I see. So I will be the only single girl tonight. There maybe lies the solution!
- I don't understand, Mom!
- Silly boy! Do you want to be my date? I may be much older than the other girls but I am the only one available. Can I fill your requirement list?
Sabrina stood in front of her son, her hips slightly turned toward the fire and her face outlined by the light of the flames. She caved in her belly and pushed forward her breasts to enhance her figure without even thinking to it. Being rejected by her son now would be mortifying.
- You bet, Mom. You have the most beautiful figure of the camp tonight. They will be jealous of me, that is sure!
It was true that at 36, Sabrina had kept a quite youthful figure : her measures were still sufficient to draw attention from any male in the vicinity : 38C (and no sagging)-32-38 for 5'6Ó and 105 pounds. A few of the girls present this night were taller and several fatter. She would not be shamed in public and her son would not too by comparison.
- You are fine but your outfit would meet Judy's requirements, not ours!
- Tell me, what is the problem?
- The length : the skirt is down to your ankles. Look at the other girls : they are in shorts, trimmed pants or miniskirts at mid thigh or higher!
- If that is the problem, I have the solution!
Sabrina produced a pair of big scissors and cut down her denim skirt just above her mid thighs. She felt decided this night to meet the wishes of her grieving son. He did not look grieving any more, more just stupefied by her boldness.
- You are so cute, Mom! Can you change your top?
- I would not like to damage it, Uhhm. Do you have a spare shirt?
- Yes I have a Canadian logger shirt. What do you want it for?
- Just give it to me!
She got inside the farm and two minutes later emerged from it with the shirt tails tied under her breasts.
- Phwew, Mom, you are real sexy, Mom. You are the best
- Just remember that your Mom always knows what is best for you!
- If you want, Mom. Just may I point out that I can see your bra!
- Hey son, do you want me to dance with you without a bra?
- As you want, Mom but the shirt is yellow and orange and your bra is green, a strange color juxtaposition.
- You are right!
A few minutes later, she emerged once more from the farm with her breasts free under the shirt.
- Anything else, son? Does your date suits you, now?
- If I am your master, I would have you wear heels in place of those wretched sport shoes?
- Sure, I happen to have a pair under my car seat, just in case I have a business meeting.
- That will be perfect. Another thing. Could you put on some make up?
- My war paints? OK : bright red gloss on the lips, elongating mascara on the eye lashes and khol around the eyes with eye shadow on the eye lids.
Will that suit you?
- Don't forget to put some powder on your nose, Mom. I don't like when your nose is shining.
- Aye aye, my Lord and master.
As soon as Sabrina had come back with the full make up her son had requested, there were a few rock songs coming from the loudspeakers.
- Hey, Mom! Shall we dance?
Without waiting for her reply, he led her by the hand to the dance floor. Sabrina had not danced since the death of her husband but she followed the rhythm by instinct, dancing with her son as if they had rehearsed for hours. She was elated by the spirit of the moment, more happy than she had been for years. The second rock dance was much faster. John asked her :
- Mom, did you ever try acrobatic rock?
- Never. Did you?
- Yes, I had several lessons two years ago. I might lead you. Just let yourself be guided by me. I promise you will never fall on the ground!
- OK son, I put my faith in you!
During the next minutes, Sabrina seemed not to touch the ground with her feet. John threw her on his left side with her legs horizontal then he pushed her back in front of him before pulling her on his right side. She screamed in terror but kept following his guidance. Her vertigo forbade her to realize what he was making her do. She emerged from a trance when he threw her up in the air so fast that her head peaked up about ten feet from the floor. She screamed again when she began to fall down, feeling her skirt baring her thighs and letting everyone have a look at her panties. She was surprised to find the strong arms of her son catching her in mid air and depositing her on the floor alongside him under the applauses of the other dancers who had stopped to watch them.
Sabrina took her son's shoulders to steady herself.
- Oh John, I need a drink after this! You are fantastic. I thought I would crash on the floor ten times.
- I will go fetch you a drink. You were great. If you practiced somewhat, we could make exhibitions and earn a few bucks.
- I would love it. When shall we start?
When John brought back a glass filled with something yellow, Sabrina assumed it was orange juice and she gulped it immediately. It was just after she had swallowed it all that she realized that there was vodka in this drink and it was rather strong.
- Hey, son, there was alcohol there!
- Sure. I figured you needed some!
- True but you should not have any alcohol here. I am here to forbid it!!!
The alcohol took effect then and Sabrina's voice began to slur down. She forgot her intention of visiting the bar to confiscate forbidden drinks. John drew her to the floor dance for a few more dances. He offered her afterward another spiked drink. When he took her another time to the dance floor for a series of slow dances, she was too drunk to do anything but cling to his shoulders and swing to the music or at least try to.
John took advantage of her drunkenness, first caressing her bare midriff before squeezing her breasts through her shirt and finally easing a hand inside her shirt to feel her breasts. As she did not try to push him away, he pushed further his luck, undoing the knot that tied her shirt tails. They fell down and her full breasts appeared in full view. John squeezed them again in his hands and bent forward to take alternatively her nipples in his mouth, gently nibbling them with his teeth. As she still did not try to rebel, he found the nerve to kiss her directly on the lips. She kissed him back and he felt allowed to push his tongue into her mouth. Soon they were kissing one another like long time lovers.
The chaperon being ostensibly out of the way, the party transformed itself rapidly in a straight roman orgy, the girls being soon deprived of their tops, their bras, then of their panties with their skirts bunched up to offer leeway to their partners. A few girls finished even stark naked on the dance floor. John led his mother to the now deserted bar and prepared for Sabrina a cocktail of his composition : one measure of rhum, one measure of gin, one measure of brandy, one measure of sparkling water, a few droplets of strawberry liquor and a few ice cubes, just enough to block any resistance until the next morning.
John continued to dance with his mother, his hands now gripping her ass cheeks, partly to steady her, partly for his own pleasure. Her panties had been thrown away somewhere and her skirt was now rolled around her waist while nothing was hidden to his view or his fingers.
The attendants scattered wherever they chose in the farm, looking for a place not occupied or at least not too much overcrowded. John led Sabrina to the loft on the second floor. He had found a key and the door it opened. He spread open his sleeping bag and helped Sabrina lie on the improvised bed. She was completely drunk and nearly passed out but when he kissed her on the lips, she must have figured she was with her former husband, calling him darling and telling him it had been so long since the last time they had fucked.
John who had drunk just coke or orange juices with a minimum of alcohol so far was now quite eager to hump his unresisting date. She was out for the day so there was no point of trying to have her take an active part in it. The following morning would have her back and furious against him to have been given spiked drinks. He had already found a solution with all his class mates but it would be for later. For the time being, it was the proper time to enjoy the body of his mother she offered to him so sexily with her legs wide open. He had lusted after her for some time but now he was an adult, he would try his luck. He positioned himself just inches from her cunt. He had pushed the second sleeping bag under her back. She was now an easy target for him. He approached his cock slowly, two inches, one inch then when the tip of his cock touched her cunt lips, he felt an electric shock in his back. He was about to release all his sperm on his mother's belly when by sheer will, he regained his own control. Now quieter, he slowly pushed forward, stretching slowly the walls of her vagina. There was no hurry and he enjoyed this slow penetration until he was embedded to the hilt in her cunt.
When John's cock entered in contact with her cervix, it was Sabrina's turn to feel an electric jolt deep inside her belly. She moaned and pulled herself away by a few inches, just enough to keep the knob of his cock inside her. She crossed her legs behind his back and pulled him in. She screamed when his cock collided a second time with her cervix. It was so good for both of them that they humped one another in the eternal back and forth movements of shared love. He was now too excited to further delay his pleasure and he began to pound her pussy as hard as he could. He reached his climax in a matter of minutes and did not try to dislodge himself from the depths of her wet cunt. He did not know whether she was in a fertile period but he just hoped that she was. It would help a lot in his shemes.
Next time, he would try her mouth and her ass but this time, he absolutely wanted not to fall asleep on her side. He would have more leverage on her if there were a few witnesses if possible of both sexes. He had required the help of his buddy Charlie and his girlfriend Vanessa. When he called them, they entered quietly.
- What are we to do?
- You may fuck her if Vanessa has not drained you and it would be good if your girlfriend licked her cunt and boobs. Put also a few hickeys on her neck, her breasts and her arms. She will have to wear turtle neck sweaters for a couple of weeks.
- OK. The other ones have cleaned the premises of alcohol except in this room and all the scattered garments. Judy will find nothing to lift an eyebrow on.
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- Sabrina, Mom, wake up please, Judy will be here soon, Wake up, Mom!
Sabrina awoke with a terrible hangover. Then she was awe strucked when she discovered she was naked with two young adults equally nude on her side. John was wearing the clothes he had on the previous day. Her top was crumpled on the floor, the shirt of his son was nowhere to be seen. There was just her shortened skirt still bunched around her waist. She was unable to grasp what had arrived. As soon as Charlie and Vanessa had left to freshen up, Sabrina began to lament.
- John, what have you done to me?
- Me, mom, nothing! We danced a few times. Then you asked for a drink, just orange juice with some fruit syrup. Afterwards you acted strange as if you had drunk too much booze. Then you pushed me away and fled toward the farm. I found where you were hiding just an hour ago. You were laying on this room with my two friends sleeping around you. When I tried to wake you up, you tried to grab my cock telling me you wanted that I fuck you. What have you drunk when I was at the bar?
- But nothing! Oh my god! What Judy will think?
- Better she does not see what I have discovered.
- You are right!
- I will tell my friends to keep their mouths closed but Charlie may ask for repeat performances and Vanessa too. They were exhausted but they had loved every minute of it. They said that you always told them you wanted to fuck me because I look so much like my father.
- To, to fuck you but it is impossible you are my son!
- The problem is that Charlie and Vanessa want that I fuck you in front of them as a guarantee I will keep my own mouth closed.
- John, it's impossible. I am your mother
- Yes you are my mother but if they testify you have made love with them when you were acting as our chaperone, you may be in trouble.
- Oh my god! No!
- Better to accept their demands, I think.
- You are right.
Judy did not notice anything and she helped to clean the premises. The parents came to fetch most of the boys and girls who looked very pleased with their night out. Only Charlie and Vanessa remained with them.
- Your parents are still not there?
- No, I phoned them you would drop us in front of our home.
- But why?
- Remember that we want to watch you fucked by your son. Then Van and me will fuck you at our will.
- Oh no, please!
- It's our price to keep our mouths shut. You may choose the public outcome.
- OK. We will do what you ask, you, blackmailers!
The four of them went back to the farm. Sabrina had to take off all her clothes this time in front of them all. John was just asked to open his fly and free his cock and his balls.
- Now, Sab, on your knees. You will suck him until he fills your mouth with his spunk.
- But. . .
- No but! I want immediate and total obedience. Otherwise. . .
- OK I will comply!
Sabrina sucked dutifully her son. That reminded her of past moments with her husband. John seemed to enjoy her performance and deep in her mind, she enjoyed it too. As soon as he had unloaded deep in her throat, Charlie told her to lie on the floor and open her thighs wide. Her son positioned himself rapidly and pushed his cock into her cunt. Sabrina remembered that her husband had always needed much more time to get hard again. She felt very proud that her son had just proved to be a much better lover. Charlie noted the sluicy noise that they could hear when John pushed himself into her.
- Hey, slut, you are enjoying it!
- Sorry, you did not mention it was to be a rape!
- No, continue!
John and her mother seemed to enjoy it more and more. They finally reached their orgasms together. But Charlie did not want them to stop there.
- Sab, you will now try to make him hard again!
- But he fucked me twice. What more do you want?
- You have another hole he has not fucked yet!
- No way! Even my husband did not. . .
- Oh a virgin! John, my friend, you are a lucky chap!
John used a lump of butter to lubricate her arse hole. Sabrina screamed a lot while her son reamed her slowly enough to accommodate his engorged cock. Finally he found himself deep in her ass with his balls banging against her bottom cheeks. Charlie used his cell phone to immortalize that moment.
John was pushed out of the room while Charlie and Vanessa had their way with Sabrina. She screamed a lot again as she was ass fucked a second time, not that Charlie's cock was especially large but her arse hole was definitely sore from the previous fucking. When Sabrina had made Vanessa orgasm a second time with her tongue, they decided it was sufficient.
- You are not off the hook yet. You have better to continue fucking one another. John will give us every month a new photo of you fucking outdoors. Thus we will be sure you don't give us old photos. Then we will be sure that you want to keep everything a secret.
So they continued to fuck one another discreetly for four years until her last son Peter reached his eighteenth anniversary and left for university. He had never suspected that John and Sabrina had an incestuous affair.
Fucking once a month would have been enough for them to comply to their blackmailers' orders but they came to enjoy it so much that they made love once or twice a week until then. Charlie and Vanessa married and left for a career abroad, not bothering to give them their new address. There was afterward no room for blackmails any more. But Sabrina and John were now so accustomed to fucking together that John moved his clothes to his mother's bedroom and since then they fucked daily at least once but often more, just for the pleasure of it. They were more and more attracted toward one another until they realized that they were acting just as if they had been married for years. They decided to celebrate it their way by making what they called their honeymoon travel. They decided to travel to a well known palace in India, the palace Singh. After all, their ID papers bore the names of Mr and Mrs Putnam. Nobody would ask for their marriage licence.
When they arrived at the hotel, they were welcomed by a very pretty woman in a richly embroidered saree and beautiful jewels, the princess Kira Singh herself. They had received her photo among the folder depicting the hotel. The princess pressed her hands together in the ritual Namaste. She was heavily pregnant.
- Mr and Mrs Putnam? May I wish you a pleasant stay in our palace! I gathered it is your honeymoon trip.
- Yes, princess
- Good! I wish you a long and happy life together. You appear beaming with happiness, Mrs Putnam. May I wish especially for you a large family in the coming years?
- Thank you, princess.
Mary was blushing just at the idea of having children with John. After all, she was young enough and John had now a good job with a sizable pay. John was squeezing her hand in his own. Now that the subject had been initiated, she was sure that John would flush her pills in the toilet bowl as soon as they would be in their bedroom. He had hinted recently that he wanted three or four children but she had never thought he would expect her to provide them
- If you want to wander in the country, please contact our physician. He will give you a shot that will protect you from some local disease.
- We will tomorrow. Thank you.
- Ah, a last point, there is something here, maybe in the food, that will make women conceive usually twin babies afterward. It is the fourth time for me.
- I would be delighted to have my wife give me twins in nine months, princess.
- Good! You will find in your room a silk saree, the petticoat to wear underneath and a matching choli. It is a gift from the hotel for all newlyweds. We also invite you to a formal dinner in my apartments in two days. Formal means only that sarees are mandatory for women. If you don't know how to put it on, Mrs Putnam, ask reception. They will send you our teacher Mr Rajiv. He is a very good teacher for young women. You will wear your saree as if you had done it all your life, but you are free to decline.
- Surely not. Having dinner in an Indian palace with an authentic Indian princess and wearing a saree will be a very good theme for a big photo in our entrance hall. I will really need Mr Rajiv's help. It will surely be essential.
Kira just wondered who would knock up this young bride, her husband or Rajiv? It would be interesting to see.
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Sabrina had just celebrated her thirty-sixth birthday with her family. She was the single mother of three boys. The eldest, John, had just turned eighteen and the youngest, Peter, was fourteen only. Their father Brad Putnam had died in a car crash, eight years before. Sabrina had afterward little time to mourn her dead husband with three young boys to cater for, a house to maintain and an electronic company to manage. She had had little time for herself during the last years but now she could see the light on the horizon as her sons were more and more autonomous, especially the oldest one who was a living copy of his father, perhaps just a little more on the playboy side. Her three sons had been quite helpful at the beginning when she was overstressed by the many demands on her attention. They had always the best school marks, anything under the A level being considered as a major catastrophe.
It was the end of the term and the class of John had organized a party in an old farm a few miles out of town. They would invite their girlfriends for the party. There would be music for all tastes, dancing, dining under the stars, karaoke, role playing happenings until the early morning. They would sleep there, sleeping bags for everyone. Two adults had volunteered as chaperones to prevent booze drinking, drug consumption or other unwanted behavior. All of them were now adults but they came from a rather uptight community where even drinking a beer at twenty five was frowned upon. Sabrina was one of the chaperones with Judy, the mother of John's girlfriend. Sabrina had visited the premises to check whether the building was safe, that the water could be drunk without risks. Most of the attendants were already there but Judy was not. When Sabrina's cell phone rang, she answered in haste. It was Judy who announced she had had a minor car accident, less than one mile from her home. No one had been injured but her car was out of service. All her friends had already left for vacations and the rent car office was closed at that hour. She was unable to attend the evening party but she would rent a car next morning and come to help clean out the farm as scheduled.
Sabrina thought of cancelling the party but it had already begun so she decided to let everything continue and take the whole responsibility for the night. She made the announcement to the whole group and she was surprised by the cheers she heard. Judy was known to be very strict while Sabrina was much more lenient. There was just a big problem she could not solve : John's girlfriend was with her mother and she would not attend the party. He would be the only one without a partner.
When Sabrina saw her son's shoulders sag as she announced him the problem, she felt compelled to ease his sorrow.
- John, don't be sad, the other girls will dance with you!
- Don't lie to me, mom : for our first party, all the boys will dance with their girlfriends all the night.
- I see. So I will be the only single girl tonight. There maybe lies the solution!
- I don't understand, Mom!
- Silly boy! Do you want to be my date? I may be much older than the other girls but I am the only one available. Can I fill your requirement list?
Sabrina stood in front of her son, her hips slightly turned toward the fire and her face outlined by the light of the flames. She caved in her belly and pushed forward her breasts to enhance her figure without even thinking to it. Being rejected by her son now would be mortifying.
- You bet, Mom. You have the most beautiful figure of the camp tonight. They will be jealous of me, that is sure!
It was true that at 36, Sabrina had kept a quite youthful figure : her measures were still sufficient to draw attention from any male in the vicinity : 38C (and no sagging)-32-38 for 5'6Ó and 105 pounds. A few of the girls present this night were taller and several fatter. She would not be shamed in public and her son would not too by comparison.
- You are fine but your outfit would meet Judy's requirements, not ours!
- Tell me, what is the problem?
- The length : the skirt is down to your ankles. Look at the other girls : they are in shorts, trimmed pants or miniskirts at mid thigh or higher!
- If that is the problem, I have the solution!
Sabrina produced a pair of big scissors and cut down her denim skirt just above her mid thighs. She felt decided this night to meet the wishes of her grieving son. He did not look grieving any more, more just stupefied by her boldness.
- You are so cute, Mom! Can you change your top?
- I would not like to damage it, Uhhm. Do you have a spare shirt?
- Yes I have a Canadian logger shirt. What do you want it for?
- Just give it to me!
She got inside the farm and two minutes later emerged from it with the shirt tails tied under her breasts.
- Phwew, Mom, you are real sexy, Mom. You are the best
- Just remember that your Mom always knows what is best for you!
- If you want, Mom. Just may I point out that I can see your bra!
- Hey son, do you want me to dance with you without a bra?
- As you want, Mom but the shirt is yellow and orange and your bra is green, a strange color juxtaposition.
- You are right!
A few minutes later, she emerged once more from the farm with her breasts free under the shirt.
- Anything else, son? Does your date suits you, now?
- If I am your master, I would have you wear heels in place of those wretched sport shoes?
- Sure, I happen to have a pair under my car seat, just in case I have a business meeting.
- That will be perfect. Another thing. Could you put on some make up?
- My war paints? OK : bright red gloss on the lips, elongating mascara on the eye lashes and khol around the eyes with eye shadow on the eye lids.
Will that suit you?
- Don't forget to put some powder on your nose, Mom. I don't like when your nose is shining.
- Aye aye, my Lord and master.
As soon as Sabrina had come back with the full make up her son had requested, there were a few rock songs coming from the loudspeakers.
- Hey, Mom! Shall we dance?
Without waiting for her reply, he led her by the hand to the dance floor. Sabrina had not danced since the death of her husband but she followed the rhythm by instinct, dancing with her son as if they had rehearsed for hours. She was elated by the spirit of the moment, more happy than she had been for years. The second rock dance was much faster. John asked her :
- Mom, did you ever try acrobatic rock?
- Never. Did you?
- Yes, I had several lessons two years ago. I might lead you. Just let yourself be guided by me. I promise you will never fall on the ground!
- OK son, I put my faith in you!
During the next minutes, Sabrina seemed not to touch the ground with her feet. John threw her on his left side with her legs horizontal then he pushed her back in front of him before pulling her on his right side. She screamed in terror but kept following his guidance. Her vertigo forbade her to realize what he was making her do. She emerged from a trance when he threw her up in the air so fast that her head peaked up about ten feet from the floor. She screamed again when she began to fall down, feeling her skirt baring her thighs and letting everyone have a look at her panties. She was surprised to find the strong arms of her son catching her in mid air and depositing her on the floor alongside him under the applauses of the other dancers who had stopped to watch them.
Sabrina took her son's shoulders to steady herself.
- Oh John, I need a drink after this! You are fantastic. I thought I would crash on the floor ten times.
- I will go fetch you a drink. You were great. If you practiced somewhat, we could make exhibitions and earn a few bucks.
- I would love it. When shall we start?
When John brought back a glass filled with something yellow, Sabrina assumed it was orange juice and she gulped it immediately. It was just after she had swallowed it all that she realized that there was vodka in this drink and it was rather strong.
- Hey, son, there was alcohol there!
- Sure. I figured you needed some!
- True but you should not have any alcohol here. I am here to forbid it!!!
The alcohol took effect then and Sabrina's voice began to slur down. She forgot her intention of visiting the bar to confiscate forbidden drinks. John drew her to the floor dance for a few more dances. He offered her afterward another spiked drink. When he took her another time to the dance floor for a series of slow dances, she was too drunk to do anything but cling to his shoulders and swing to the music or at least try to.
John took advantage of her drunkenness, first caressing her bare midriff before squeezing her breasts through her shirt and finally easing a hand inside her shirt to feel her breasts. As she did not try to push him away, he pushed further his luck, undoing the knot that tied her shirt tails. They fell down and her full breasts appeared in full view. John squeezed them again in his hands and bent forward to take alternatively her nipples in his mouth, gently nibbling them with his teeth. As she still did not try to rebel, he found the nerve to kiss her directly on the lips. She kissed him back and he felt allowed to push his tongue into her mouth. Soon they were kissing one another like long time lovers.
The chaperon being ostensibly out of the way, the party transformed itself rapidly in a straight roman orgy, the girls being soon deprived of their tops, their bras, then of their panties with their skirts bunched up to offer leeway to their partners. A few girls finished even stark naked on the dance floor. John led his mother to the now deserted bar and prepared for Sabrina a cocktail of his composition : one measure of rhum, one measure of gin, one measure of brandy, one measure of sparkling water, a few droplets of strawberry liquor and a few ice cubes, just enough to block any resistance until the next morning.
John continued to dance with his mother, his hands now gripping her ass cheeks, partly to steady her, partly for his own pleasure. Her panties had been thrown away somewhere and her skirt was now rolled around her waist while nothing was hidden to his view or his fingers.
The attendants scattered wherever they chose in the farm, looking for a place not occupied or at least not too much overcrowded. John led Sabrina to the loft on the second floor. He had found a key and the door it opened. He spread open his sleeping bag and helped Sabrina lie on the improvised bed. She was completely drunk and nearly passed out but when he kissed her on the lips, she must have figured she was with her former husband, calling him darling and telling him it had been so long since the last time they had fucked.
John who had drunk just coke or orange juices with a minimum of alcohol so far was now quite eager to hump his unresisting date. She was out for the day so there was no point of trying to have her take an active part in it. The following morning would have her back and furious against him to have been given spiked drinks. He had already found a solution with all his class mates but it would be for later. For the time being, it was the proper time to enjoy the body of his mother she offered to him so sexily with her legs wide open. He had lusted after her for some time but now he was an adult, he would try his luck. He positioned himself just inches from her cunt. He had pushed the second sleeping bag under her back. She was now an easy target for him. He approached his cock slowly, two inches, one inch then when the tip of his cock touched her cunt lips, he felt an electric shock in his back. He was about to release all his sperm on his mother's belly when by sheer will, he regained his own control. Now quieter, he slowly pushed forward, stretching slowly the walls of her vagina. There was no hurry and he enjoyed this slow penetration until he was embedded to the hilt in her cunt.
When John's cock entered in contact with her cervix, it was Sabrina's turn to feel an electric jolt deep inside her belly. She moaned and pulled herself away by a few inches, just enough to keep the knob of his cock inside her. She crossed her legs behind his back and pulled him in. She screamed when his cock collided a second time with her cervix. It was so good for both of them that they humped one another in the eternal back and forth movements of shared love. He was now too excited to further delay his pleasure and he began to pound her pussy as hard as he could. He reached his climax in a matter of minutes and did not try to dislodge himself from the depths of her wet cunt. He did not know whether she was in a fertile period but he just hoped that she was. It would help a lot in his shemes.
Next time, he would try her mouth and her ass but this time, he absolutely wanted not to fall asleep on her side. He would have more leverage on her if there were a few witnesses if possible of both sexes. He had required the help of his buddy Charlie and his girlfriend Vanessa. When he called them, they entered quietly.
- What are we to do?
- You may fuck her if Vanessa has not drained you and it would be good if your girlfriend licked her cunt and boobs. Put also a few hickeys on her neck, her breasts and her arms. She will have to wear turtle neck sweaters for a couple of weeks.
- OK. The other ones have cleaned the premises of alcohol except in this room and all the scattered garments. Judy will find nothing to lift an eyebrow on.
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- Sabrina, Mom, wake up please, Judy will be here soon, Wake up, Mom!
Sabrina awoke with a terrible hangover. Then she was awe strucked when she discovered she was naked with two young adults equally nude on her side. John was wearing the clothes he had on the previous day. Her top was crumpled on the floor, the shirt of his son was nowhere to be seen. There was just her shortened skirt still bunched around her waist. She was unable to grasp what had arrived. As soon as Charlie and Vanessa had left to freshen up, Sabrina began to lament.
- John, what have you done to me?
- Me, mom, nothing! We danced a few times. Then you asked for a drink, just orange juice with some fruit syrup. Afterwards you acted strange as if you had drunk too much booze. Then you pushed me away and fled toward the farm. I found where you were hiding just an hour ago. You were laying on this room with my two friends sleeping around you. When I tried to wake you up, you tried to grab my cock telling me you wanted that I fuck you. What have you drunk when I was at the bar?
- But nothing! Oh my god! What Judy will think?
- Better she does not see what I have discovered.
- You are right!
- I will tell my friends to keep their mouths closed but Charlie may ask for repeat performances and Vanessa too. They were exhausted but they had loved every minute of it. They said that you always told them you wanted to fuck me because I look so much like my father.
- To, to fuck you but it is impossible you are my son!
- The problem is that Charlie and Vanessa want that I fuck you in front of them as a guarantee I will keep my own mouth closed.
- John, it's impossible. I am your mother
- Yes you are my mother but if they testify you have made love with them when you were acting as our chaperone, you may be in trouble.
- Oh my god! No!
- Better to accept their demands, I think.
- You are right.
Judy did not notice anything and she helped to clean the premises. The parents came to fetch most of the boys and girls who looked very pleased with their night out. Only Charlie and Vanessa remained with them.
- Your parents are still not there?
- No, I phoned them you would drop us in front of our home.
- But why?
- Remember that we want to watch you fucked by your son. Then Van and me will fuck you at our will.
- Oh no, please!
- It's our price to keep our mouths shut. You may choose the public outcome.
- OK. We will do what you ask, you, blackmailers!
The four of them went back to the farm. Sabrina had to take off all her clothes this time in front of them all. John was just asked to open his fly and free his cock and his balls.
- Now, Sab, on your knees. You will suck him until he fills your mouth with his spunk.
- But. . .
- No but! I want immediate and total obedience. Otherwise. . .
- OK I will comply!
Sabrina sucked dutifully her son. That reminded her of past moments with her husband. John seemed to enjoy her performance and deep in her mind, she enjoyed it too. As soon as he had unloaded deep in her throat, Charlie told her to lie on the floor and open her thighs wide. Her son positioned himself rapidly and pushed his cock into her cunt. Sabrina remembered that her husband had always needed much more time to get hard again. She felt very proud that her son had just proved to be a much better lover. Charlie noted the sluicy noise that they could hear when John pushed himself into her.
- Hey, slut, you are enjoying it!
- Sorry, you did not mention it was to be a rape!
- No, continue!
John and her mother seemed to enjoy it more and more. They finally reached their orgasms together. But Charlie did not want them to stop there.
- Sab, you will now try to make him hard again!
- But he fucked me twice. What more do you want?
- You have another hole he has not fucked yet!
- No way! Even my husband did not. . .
- Oh a virgin! John, my friend, you are a lucky chap!
John used a lump of butter to lubricate her arse hole. Sabrina screamed a lot while her son reamed her slowly enough to accommodate his engorged cock. Finally he found himself deep in her ass with his balls banging against her bottom cheeks. Charlie used his cell phone to immortalize that moment.
John was pushed out of the room while Charlie and Vanessa had their way with Sabrina. She screamed a lot again as she was ass fucked a second time, not that Charlie's cock was especially large but her arse hole was definitely sore from the previous fucking. When Sabrina had made Vanessa orgasm a second time with her tongue, they decided it was sufficient.
- You are not off the hook yet. You have better to continue fucking one another. John will give us every month a new photo of you fucking outdoors. Thus we will be sure you don't give us old photos. Then we will be sure that you want to keep everything a secret.
So they continued to fuck one another discreetly for four years until her last son Peter reached his eighteenth anniversary and left for university. He had never suspected that John and Sabrina had an incestuous affair.
Fucking once a month would have been enough for them to comply to their blackmailers' orders but they came to enjoy it so much that they made love once or twice a week until then. Charlie and Vanessa married and left for a career abroad, not bothering to give them their new address. There was afterward no room for blackmails any more. But Sabrina and John were now so accustomed to fucking together that John moved his clothes to his mother's bedroom and since then they fucked daily at least once but often more, just for the pleasure of it. They were more and more attracted toward one another until they realized that they were acting just as if they had been married for years. They decided to celebrate it their way by making what they called their honeymoon travel. They decided to travel to a well known palace in India, the palace Singh. After all, their ID papers bore the names of Mr and Mrs Putnam. Nobody would ask for their marriage licence.
When they arrived at the hotel, they were welcomed by a very pretty woman in a richly embroidered saree and beautiful jewels, the princess Kira Singh herself. They had received her photo among the folder depicting the hotel. The princess pressed her hands together in the ritual Namaste. She was heavily pregnant.
- Mr and Mrs Putnam? May I wish you a pleasant stay in our palace! I gathered it is your honeymoon trip.
- Yes, princess
- Good! I wish you a long and happy life together. You appear beaming with happiness, Mrs Putnam. May I wish especially for you a large family in the coming years?
- Thank you, princess.
Mary was blushing just at the idea of having children with John. After all, she was young enough and John had now a good job with a sizable pay. John was squeezing her hand in his own. Now that the subject had been initiated, she was sure that John would flush her pills in the toilet bowl as soon as they would be in their bedroom. He had hinted recently that he wanted three or four children but she had never thought he would expect her to provide them
- If you want to wander in the country, please contact our physician. He will give you a shot that will protect you from some local disease.
- We will tomorrow. Thank you.
- Ah, a last point, there is something here, maybe in the food, that will make women conceive usually twin babies afterward. It is the fourth time for me.
- I would be delighted to have my wife give me twins in nine months, princess.
- Good! You will find in your room a silk saree, the petticoat to wear underneath and a matching choli. It is a gift from the hotel for all newlyweds. We also invite you to a formal dinner in my apartments in two days. Formal means only that sarees are mandatory for women. If you don't know how to put it on, Mrs Putnam, ask reception. They will send you our teacher Mr Rajiv. He is a very good teacher for young women. You will wear your saree as if you had done it all your life, but you are free to decline.
- Surely not. Having dinner in an Indian palace with an authentic Indian princess and wearing a saree will be a very good theme for a big photo in our entrance hall. I will really need Mr Rajiv's help. It will surely be essential.
Kira just wondered who would knock up this young bride, her husband or Rajiv? It would be interesting to see.