The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Christmas morning arrived, and the whole family gathered in the main living room to open presents. Julie noticed that the twins seemed to be getting along swimmingly. Close, even for them.

Despite all the disparate strings pulling at Julie, she managed to have a lively, fun, and almost normal Christmas with the family.

Toward the end of the evening, as Daniel sat on the sofa, with Penelope pressed into him on one side, and Brittney pressed into him on the other, Julie felt the first tingling of motherly intuition. Julie had wanted Daniel to find someone his own age, but ... he wouldn’t … she wouldn’t … would they? As she watched the twins laugh together, she realized that of course they would. Daniel and Brittney were both special and incredibly compelling in their own ways. Julie couldn’t say no to either one. Why would they say no to each other? It had just been a matter of time. And Julie had no idea what she was going to do about it. Well, the first thing she was going to do was go fetch herself a pantyliner. She was incredibly wet.

Even with a full house, Brittney and Daniel found many moments alone during their winter break. On Wednesday, Brittney rode Daniel on an armchair in the library.

“Have you … ugh … ugh … been with Mom since she … got back?” Brittney looked down as that enormous dick bulged her belly over and over. Not for the first time, she thought maybe they should use a condom, but then forgot about it.

“Only a little.” Daniel lightly smacked her bouncing boob. “You?”

“I’ve been … avoiding her.” Brittney’s body buzzed. Another orgasm was on the way. “She’ll notice my … body … when I’m … naked.” Her narrow shoulders pushed forward, her face contorted in ecstasy, and her hips went from bouncing to grinding. “Soooooooo ggooooooooodddddd.” An orgasm seized her nervous system. When she came back down to Earth, Daniel was smiling up at her.

“Who’s better at sex, me or Mom?” Daniel put his hands on her butt and squeezed. She had so much less back there than their mom, but it was still so wonderfully round.

Brittney wiped sweat off her forehead and screwed her eyes at him like he was a moron. “That’s a stupid question. Can you answer it? Who’s better, me, or Mom, or Pen, or … Mrs. Samatar?”

“There’s also the school principal.” Daniel’s smile broadened. He smacked her ass and got her hips moving again.

“Shit, Daniel. Mrs. Haskins?” She looked down at her brother with adoration. He could have any woman and he wanted her. What a wonderful feeling. “Really? How did that happen?”

“Long story.” He winked at her. “I’ll tell you sometime.”

“Have you done anything with Mrs. Samatar since she moved in?” Brittney put her hands on his shoulders, bouncing her hips high up off Daniel and then back down.

“Jealous?”

“Yeah.” Brittney smiled down at her dumb twin. “But I’m jealous of you. Not her.”

“Oh … you mean you like her?” Daniel let his sister ride him while he thought things over. Her tight pussy moved him closer and closer to the edge. “You … want to … have sex with her?”

Brittney nodded. Talking about such perverted things while that massive cock stretched her out was going to make her cum again.

“In that case …” Daniel leaned up and sucked on her boob while he mustered the courage to make the ask. He released her nipple and looked up into her light-blue gaze. “Would you like to … um … do her together?”

“Yes, Danny.” Brittney nodded, her body twitching. “That would … aggghhhh … be so … crazy. But life is … crazy now. Are you … going to cum?”

“Yes.” Daniel gripped her ass tighter. “Inside?”

“Yessssssss, plllleeeeeaaasseeee.” Brittney came on her brother, and then thirty seconds later came again as his heat filled her. It was turning out to be the best winter break ever.

“I’ve always known when you twins were hiding something.” Julie stood with her arms folded looking at the eighteen-year-old siblings as they sat on the living room sofa. The Christmas tree sparkled off to the side. “We need to have a talk.” Brittney wore one of Julie’s oversized sweaters, with a billowing dress underneath. Julie had noticed Brittney wearing lots of formless clothes recently. That didn’t help her suspicions. And Brittney hadn’t tried to spend any intimate time with Julie since Julie’s return. More suspicious still.

“What’s up, Mom?” Daniel tried to look innocent. He wanted to hold Brittney’s hand, but he kept his hands in his lap.

“If we’re in trouble, shouldn’t Dad be here?” Brittney brushed her brown hair out of her blue eyes and also went for an expression as pure as the driven snow.

“Your father is in the basement working on that valve again.” Julie frowned. Her poor George. The house was obviously toying with him. Maybe Daniel was right, maybe George was a big dummy. “If I’m right about what you two have been up to, I think it’s best your father was not here.”

“What are we up to?” Daniel shrugged.

“Give it up, Danny.” Brittney pressed her lips together. She didn’t know what her mom was going to do, but she knew there was no chance Brittney would give up what she was doing with her brother. “Mom knows. She totally knows.” Brittney reached with her left hand and grabbed Daniel’s right hand. She held it tightly and brought it into her lap. “It was my idea, Mom. I wanted to touch his … thing. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before.”

“Oh, dear.” Julie shook her head slowly.

“But I didn’t want you to freak out.” Brittney’s shoulders tensed. “We’re both technically adults.”

“You are brother and sister,” Julie said.

“And you’re my mom. That hasn’t stopped us.” Brittney stuck out her chin.

“Brittney …” Julie hissed. She looked at Daniel in a panic.

“He already knows.” Brittney squeezed Daniel’s hand tighter. She hoped she wasn’t hurting him. “Don’t look at me like that, Mom. I didn’t tell him.”

Julie’s stomach dropped. Everything seemed to be coming to a head. At least George was still in the dark. “Are … are …” As she thought of the twins doing unspeakable things to each other, her pussy drenched itself.

“You sound like a pirate, Mom.” Daniel’s smile was weak.

“Shut up, doofus.” Brittney hit Daniel on the shoulder. They were in a precarious spot. She didn’t want their mom freaking out.

“Are … are you … at least using the condoms I got you?” Julie looked shell-shocked.

“Yes,” Daniel said.

“No,” Brittney said at the same time. She looked over at her brother. “There’s no reason to lie at this point, Danny.”

“I guess not,” he agreed.

“Gosh. Why didn’t I …” Julie turned, walked over to the hearth, and sat by the dead fire. “I mean. You two can’t do that. You’ll get pregnant.” Julie looked over at her daughter.

“Okay. We’ll use condoms from now on.” Brittney looked over at her brother. He nodded.

“From now on?” Julie twisted her dress in her hands.

“Don’t be a hypocrite, Mom.” Brittney pointed to Julie’s growing belly.

“I didn’t mean to do it with your brother. I mean, I tried to keep it safe … but …” Julie felt so lost. “I don’t want you to make my mistakes, Brit.” She looked down to the oversized sweater Brittney wore. “You must have taken that deal. I mean, otherwise, he wouldn’t fit. I just … can’t believe we ended up here.” She looked up, beyond the sofa. Eloise Palmer stood in the far corner of the room, holding her pregnant belly. A wide, maternal smile spread on the phantom’s face. She nodded encouragingly at Julie.

“So, that really is my baby inside you, Mom?” Daniel ran his hand through his blond hair. “I guess I should have known.”

“I’m sorry, sweetie.” Julie sighed. “I’m a bad mother. And your father … he … he should have known. He should have put a stop to this.”

“That’s crazy. You’re the best mom in the world.” Daniel looked up to see Eloise walk around the sofa and stand next to them, smiling. “Oh, hello, Mrs. Palmer.”

“We don’t like rules, do we Andersons?” Eloise perched herself on the edge of the sofa, her bustled dress sticking out behind her. “Many a mother has given in to her true desires in this house. But rarely have we been blessed with one as perfect for the cause as you, Daniel. And now that you are joined by sweet Brittney …” Eloise nodded like she was appraising a mighty thoroughbred horse. “Maybe we needed twins all along. You two are a force together.”

“What cause? A force? She can’t get pregnant.” Julie looked over at the apparition. “What’s happening to my family?”

“Freedom, Julie.” Eloise turned her gaze to the dead hearth. “We have emancipated you from God’s petty, tyrannical rule.”

“I’m so confused.” Julie rose and rushed for the door. “I have to think things over.”

“Mom?” The twins said together.

“We’ll talk later.” Julie’s dress trailed after her as she disappeared from view.

“We were trying not to freak her out, Mrs. Palmer.” Brittney frowned up at the pregnant woman. “That wasn’t helpful.”

“Should we go after her?” Daniel stood up, pulling Brittney up with him.

“No, dearie.” Eloise shook her head with confidence. “She’ll be fine. She just needs to collect her thoughts.”

“Brit?” Daniel looked to his sister.

“Yeah, the ghost just told her that she’d parted ways with God. She’s gonna need a minute.” Brittney nodded at Eloise.

“Besides, you two are needed elsewhere,” Eloise said. “Such a handsome couple.” She smiled. “You’ll find Mrs. Samatar outside the locked room. Best to fetch her before she finds a way in. That would not be good for anyone.”

Daniel and Brittney looked at each other.

“Go on, now.” Eloise patted them both on their butts. “Run along. I’ll be watching.”

Still holding hands, the twins went to find Khadra.

“What are you doing, Mrs. Samatar?” Daniel walked with Brittney up to the locked room.

“This door has a darkness the rest of the house does not possess.” Khadra looked up from the partial image of a salamander she drew in salt on the floor in front of the locked door. “I tried to get in there to root out the darkness, but I could not. At least I can seal the evil in.”

“What’s so special about this room?” Brittney crossed her arms over her chest. Her pulse beat in her ears. Would she and Daniel really go through with seducing this pretty woman? What twisted thoughts she had these days.

“Ask your brother, he knows.” Khadra pulled the long sleeves of her dress down farther over her wrists. She finished carefully pouring the salt into a crude picture of an amphibian.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Brittney looked at Daniel.

“We … um …” Daniel looked around the wide entryway for his parents, but they weren’t around. “We were inside one time. There was a scary dead bear, and I was tied down.”

“Jesus, Danny.” Brittney squeezed his hand. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I don’t like to think about it much.” Daniel shivered. “Anyway, we need to talk to you, Mrs. Samatar.”

“What is it?” Khadra stood and straightened her hijab. She eyed the twins. Since she’d known them, they’d always seemed close, but now they seemed closer still. They reminded her of teammates on a soccer team, passing the ball back and forth down the field, making their way to the goal.

“Maybe we should talk in private.” Brittney smiled.

“Yeah, let’s talk in the library.” Daniel led the way, still holding his twin’s hand. He cast one look over his shoulder at the locked room. He closed and locked the library door after them.

“Is this about Frederick Palmer?” Khadra turned toward the eighteen-year-olds. “I think that locked room was where he did …”

“Don’t worry, it’s not about him. We have friends that keep him away.” Daniel set his jaw, hoping he was right.

“We have what now?” Brittney was maybe a little out of the loop, it seemed. But that was for another time. “Anyway, we wanted to tell you, Mrs. Samatar, that you look very pretty today. Didn’t we, Daniel?” Brittney’s pussy gushed. They were really about to do it.

“Beautiful.” Daniel nodded, his dick hardening in his pants. The twins stepped closer to Khadra.

“Um … thank you?” Khadra felt like she should be backing away. Was Daniel planning to take her again? Did she want him to? Certainly not in front of his sister. Confusion reigned. Khadra’s feet didn’t move. “What’s going on?”

“Kiss her, Daniel.” Brittney removed her hand from his grasp and gave him a gentle push on the back.

“Allah, help mmmmmppphhhh.” Khadra went rigid as the boy’s tongue entered her mouth. Her muscles loosened as he encircled her with his skinny arms. She let him kiss her, even with his perky sister looking on. It seemed like the weight of the world lifted from her shoulders. She hadn’t realized how much stress she’d been under since Maxamed left her. After a few minutes, Daniel broke the kiss and stepped back. “What?” Khadra blinked. Was that it? And then Daniel’s sister swooped in, took her in her arms, and planted several soft kisses on Khadra’s dark lips. “Wait … what … are you … doing?” Khadra said between kisses. Khadra’s mind was in complete disorder.

“So … pretty …” Brittney purred. She pushed her bust up against the older woman’s breasts. The women were about the same height, and maybe the same cup size. “May I?” Brittney lifted the hijab off Khadra’s head and flung it over the back of a chair. “Wow. You’re a knockout, Mrs. Samatar.” Brittney took in the woman’s beauty, with her wavy hair, and soft, feminine features. Brittney kissed her again more deeply, rolling Khadra’s tongue with her own.

“Um …” Daniel thought about saying something, but he didn’t want to interrupt the flow. Instead, he undressed, tossing his clothes around the room. He then stood, both hands stroking his dick as he watched Brittney make out with the demon hunter. When Khadra had first walked into their house, did any part of her know this was what awaited her? Probably not.

After a while, Brittney broke their long kiss. She reached down and pulled Khadra’s dress over her head. “Wow, you’re stacked.” She reached behind the woman and unclasped her bra. Large boobs fell out, with black nipples on brown skin. “Gorgeous.”

“I don’t know …” Khadra half-heartedly covered her boobs.

“No, I mean it.” Brittney gently pushed her arms away and stared at those hanging boobs. She looked back at Daniel to smile at him, and saw that he was jerking himself. “Oh, sorry, Danny. I sorta forgot about you for a sec. Want a turn?” They were passing her back and forth like a joint. The thought sent a shiver down Brittney’s spine.

“Yes.” Daniel had almost forgotten how pretty Khadra was. How lucky they were to have her living in the house. “Come on over, Mrs. Samatar.” But was it luck? Probably not.

Brittney led Khadra over to Daniel. With a light touch on the woman’s shoulders, Brittney got her to kneel. “Go on. Suck it.”

“It’s so big, purple, and … so many veins.” Khadra moved her head to take in the monstrosity from all angles. She leaned forward, stuck out her tongue, and tasted his salty precum.

“You’re a good girl, Mrs. Samatar.” Brittney undressed as she watched the panty-clad woman take her brother into her mouth.

“Wow, Brit. This feels amazing.” Daniel reached out for his naked sister, and put his arm around her waist. He brought her in close to him and together, the twins looked down at the wife and mother slobbering on his dick.

“That’s so lovely. Isn’t it? Has she done this for you before?” Brittney squirmed a little as some of her wetness ran down the inside of her thigh.

“Yeah.” Daniel watched Khadra as she moved both hands up to his dick, pumping him. Her eyes were closed tightly, and she had a look of deep concentration on her face. “But it’s better with you here.”

“Thanks, Danny.” Brittney kissed him on the cheek. “So, how do we do this? The only other girl I’ve been with was Mom, and we certainly weren’t doing three-ways.”

“Mmmpppphhhhhh?” Khadra opened her eyes and looked up at them. Had she heard that right? A great fog had settled over her brain, she couldn’t process anything clearly. She kept bobbing her head on Daniel’s penis, his wide head stretching her mouth.

“I’ve got some ideas.” Daniel reached behind Brittney and smacked her ass. A nice slap resounded around the room.

Fifteen minutes later, Khadra found herself on all fours, her face buried in teenage vagina. “Ggggghhhhhhhhh.” Behind her, Daniel pounded away. His hands gripping her butt, fingers digging into her ample flesh.

“This … is … aaaahhhhh … better than I thought … it’d be.” Brittney held Khadra’s hair close to the scalp, keeping her lapping tongue on her pussy. Brittney stared down at the woman’s arched back and wobbling ass. The flare from Khadra’s waist out to her hips mesmerized Brittney. “You’re going to make me … ugggghhhhhh … cum again.”

“Mmmmmpppphhhhhh.” Khadra was going to orgasm again, too. These teenagers were incredible. She wanted to give them anything they asked for. Before Brittney had kissed her, Khadra had never considered other women that way. But now, she was lost in a sea of lust and bodily fluids.

“Hey Brit … while … she’s staying … with us …” Daniel panted. He was getting close to cumming in Khadra. “… do you think … uh … uh … uh … we should make Mrs. Samatar … our girlfriend? We could … do this … all the time.”

“Oh … God … yes.” Brittney loved her brother so much. They were always on the same page. “You … want to be … our … girlfriend … Mrs. Samatar?”

“Yyyyyyeeeeeeaaaaaaasssssssss.” Khadra couldn’t help but agree. As she felt the heat of the first spray inside her, her orgasm took over. “Ooooooopppppphhhhhhhhh.” But she never stopped licking Brittney, even as shivers racked her body.

The library filled with grunts and moans as the three of them came together.

Later, Brittney mounted her brother, watching Khadra’s jiggling boobs as the expert in the occult rode Daniel’s face. There was nothing the twins couldn’t do when they worked together. Daniel came three more times, and the women climaxed countless times. Brittney felt bad that they’d so quickly broken their promise to their mother about condoms, but the impulse to share everything with Daniel was too great.

On shaky legs, the trio left the library several hours after entering it. The twins went up to Daniel’s shower, and Khadra went up to shower in what had been Brittney’s bathroom. All of them drunk on sex.

That night, Julie snuck out of bed and made the familiar midnight walk to her daughter’s room. Brittney was asleep when Julie sat at the edge of the bed. “Brit? Wake up, pumpkin.” She shook her daughter on the shoulder, feeling a bit guilty robbing her of sleep.

“Mom?” Brittney stretched and sat up in bed. “I had the craziest day. You want to cuddle?” Of course, they both knew that was code.

“Not right now, sweetie.” Julie leaned forward and swept Brittney’s brown hair out of her face. “I want to talk a little. I had to get my thoughts together, and I think I’ve wrapped my mind around it.”

“Around what?” Brittney yawned and leaned back on her pillow.

“This all seems like a genie we can’t put back in the bottle.” Julie pulled at her husband’s large t-shirt, aware that her nipples poked through the thin fabric. “I can’t ask you to stop … seeing Danny in that … special way. But you have to promise to be careful. Both with your own body, and with discretion. You can’t let anyone else find out.”

“Sorry, Mom.” Brittney looked down at the flower pattern on her blanket. “Daniel and I … did stuff today with Mrs. Samatar. She knows. And …” Brittney didn’t want to tell her mother the truth, but best to rip that Band-Aid off quickly. “We didn’t use condoms.”

“Oh, gosh.” Why did this give Julie delightful butterflies of anticipation in her stomach? “He did it inside? Again?”

“It’s okay, Mom.” Brittney sat up in bed. “It’s the best thing that ever happened to me. Danny and I are totally on the same page. We want this.”

“Gosh. There’s no controlling that boy. Oh, gosh.” Julie put her hand on her rounded belly.

“Mom?” Brittney unbuttoned her pajama top slowly. “I was sorta hiding from you for a few days. So, you haven’t seen my new boobs yet. Wanna see them?”

“Not now, Brit. I need to … I need to …” Julie’s thoughts trailed away as her daughter parted her pajama top and let her boobs out of confinement. Those puffy nipples were still the same, but her breasts now hung and proudly stuck out away from her chest.

“Don’t worry about Danny, Mom.” Brittney inched closer to her mom so that their knees touched. “This house has given us our best selves. No rules. Right?”

“But we need rules. You need rules.” Julie’s lips parted unconsciously as her daughter’s pretty face drew near.

“Shut up and kiss me, Mom.” Brittney’s crescent of a smile shone in the moonlight.

“Okay.” Julie said dumbly and placed her lips on her daughter’s. Her tongue darted out and instinct and practice took over. They kissed for a while, and then Julie worked her way down Brittney’s chest. As she sucked on those full breasts, her daughter’s hand found Julie’s pussy and worked it with two fingers.

Two hours passed before Julie left Brittney’s room to make the walk of shame back to her bed with George. There was nothing she could do to stop the twins from humping like rabbits. Heck, she couldn’t even control her own libido. She thought about the unused, extra-large condoms in the drawer by Daniel’s bed. If she couldn’t stop their sex, she would have to get him to use protection.

Something wasn’t right. Khadra reached up to her head and instead of her hijab, she felt a hat. She took it off and looked at it in wonder. It was a small, frilly affair with feathers and fabric flowers. The high grass moaned around her in an urgent breeze. The wind tugged at her long dress and made the feathers bounce on the hat.

“Best put that back on. The sun is full of wrath today.” A deep, male voice crept up from behind her. “I’ve spent many a day hunting out on the prairie when the wind blows just like this. You can’t feel the heat of the sun, but the heat feels you. It’ll burn your skin right off.” The steady clomp of horse hooves accompanied the voice.

Khadra put the hat back on and turned toward the man. Her breath caught in her throat. Frederick Palmer sat astride a large horse, he reined it to a stop a few yards from her. His wide brimmed hat shadowed his bushy mustache and dark, dark eyes. A slight smile played on his lips. “Excuse me?” Khadra squeaked.

“You have a funny little god, don’t you?” Frederick’s smile disappeared. “He moved a mountain more than a thousand years ago and then, what, vanishes? Poof.” Frederick opened his hands and raised them upward, in a mock explosion.

“Your … your …” Khadra stammered. All she could think about was this man exchanging Eloise Palmer’s insides for the workings of a great clock. “Your god left before mine.”

“I’ll tell Him that when I see Him. He’ll be surprised.” Frederick put the palm of his hand on the butt of a shotgun slung to his saddle. “You’re helping the Fallen One, aren’t you?”

“No.” Khadra took a step back off the trail into the grass. Several hundred yards behind the horse, the mansion stood gleaming in the midday sun. It looked freshly painted. The detail on its façade immaculate.

“That is a lie.” Frederick shook his head slowly. “Your husband was a fool and an arsonist. He couldn’t separate the Creator from a wayward servant. But I give you a choice. Renounce your tiny, tiny god and that despicable angel. Help me, and I can rejoin you and your husband.”

“My husband?” Khadra took another step back. “What do you know of him?”

“A fool and an arsonist.” Frederick hung his words on each syllable. “Come with me and I’ll take you to him.” He took his left hand off the shotgun, leaned to the side, and offered her his hand.

“You lie.” Khadra turned and ran. The grass dragged at her long dress. She reached down and pulled the dress up away from her legs. Her hat blew off her head and sailed away in the wind.

“So, it’s a hunt then.” Frederick called after her. “Well and good. But you’ll want your hat, miss. Mind the sun.”

The sound of gunfire exploded behind Khadra. Terror seized her and her legs pumped even faster. She could hear laugher following the echo of that shotgun. Horse hooves beat the ground behind her. She knew she would never escape.

Khadra woke with a start. She sat up in bed, sucking in air. She felt like she was having a panic attack. She looked around the dark room. She was safe in the Andersons’ home. Her breathing slowed. She needed to go to someone. Someone safe. The thought of that vile man chasing her through her dream was too much.

Across the hall, Julie slept with George. Khadra got out of bed and pulled on one of her long dresses, so much less substantial than the dress in her dream. She went to her door, opened it, and snuck out into the hall. Maybe she had bottled Frederick up when she warded off the locked room. Maybe the demon reached out to her to lift his newfound confinement. She really hoped that was so. Khadra crept to Julie’s bedroom door and opened it. It squeaked a little, but all she heard was the deep breathing of sleep coming from Julie and George. She closed the door behind her and walked over to the bed.

There was no hijab on her head, but she supposed that was okay as long as George continued his sleep. She brushed her wavy, black hair behind her shoulders. Should she wake Julie? Khadra moved to Julie’s side of the bed, moonlight through the window guiding her way. She followed her instincts for comfort and protection, and instead of waking Julie, she lifted the covers and slipped into the bed next to her.

Despite discovering that Julie was topless, Khadra snuggled into her warmth. The terror that was Frederick Palmer felt farther away.

“I told you, no presents until morning.” Julie mumbled. “Santa won’t come if you’re not asleep.” Julie blinked and opened her eyes, suddenly fully awake. A smaller female form was pressed up against her. “Brittney? You know you’re not supposed to come in here. Your father will find out.”

“It’s me, Julie.” Khadra couldn’t help herself, she put her arm around the woman’s side and rested her ear on Julie’s upper chest. She could hear the steady thump of her heart. “I’m sorry. I had a nightmare. I needed … to feel safe.”

“Khadra?” Julie’s eyes went wide and she turned her head on the pillow to look down at the lump under the blanket. George snored next to them. “You can’t come into my room like this.” What was the woman thinking? Julie’s life seemed to get stranger and stranger.

“It was Frederick Palmer. I saw him in my dream,” Khadra whispered. “I know what he did to his wife. Such terrible things.”

“Oh.” Julie had some sympathy. She knew how Frederick might drive someone to seek shelter. She circled her arms around Khadra and held her close. “It’ll be okay. I’ve got you now. You’re safe.” She tucked her face into Khadra’s hair, smelling the floral scent of the woman’s shampoo. Julie thought about how special it was that the woman had uncovered her hair. The smooth fabric of Khadra’s dress, slid against Julie’s skin as Khadra wiggled into a more comfortable position.

“Thank you, Julie.” Still operating on instinct, Khadra moved her body lower in the bed. She nuzzled Julie’s large, warm breasts, breathing in the scent of her.

“What are you doing?” Julie’s hadn’t had so much as a lesbian thought before moving to that house, and now a second woman seemed to be showing interest.

“Just … getting … comfortable,” Khadra said between kisses on Julie’s soft flesh. Khadra had quite big boobs now, but Julie’s were that much bigger. And the way one lay on top of the other while Julie rested on her side was incredibly … stimulating. “I … just … need … to be close … to someone.” She kissed Julie’s boobs some more.

“Stop it,” Julie hissed. “George is sleeping right behind me.”

“I’m … sorry.” Khadra didn’t stop kissing Julie. She felt a void filling inside her. In that warm bed, she was protected. “Frederick was so … terrifying.” Khadra’s dark lips found Julie’s nipple. For the first time since she was a baby, she sucked on a woman’s boob. She was delighted when warm, sweet milk flowed onto her tongue. She gulped the elixir greedily.

“Ohhhhhhh.” Julie cupped her left hand behind Khadra’s head. “Maybe a little milk will make you feel better. But you have to go back to your own bed afterward.”

“Mmmmmmmmm.” Khadra sucked and swallowed.

“Did you … did you say something, Jules?” George rolled over, half awake.

“Nothing, George.” Julie tensed. She could hear the wet sounds of Khadra’s drinking in the quiet room. She prayed her husband wouldn’t notice.

“Okay.” George yawned. “I was dreaming about an island in the sea. I can still … hear …” And he drifted off back to sleep with a snore.

Khadra was vaguely aware that Julie’s husband had woken and fallen back asleep. She should have been alarmed, but all she could think about was more milk. The warmth of it spread in her belly.

“Shh.” Julie patted Khadra’s head and pulled the woman in a little tighter once she was sure George slept soundly again. The poor woman had been through so much, Julie wanted her to feel better. “Go ahead and drink,” Julie whispered.

Khadra suckled at Julie’s breasts for a long time. Eventually, she fell asleep with her lips around that supple nipple.

A while later, Julie roused her guest. “Wake up.” Julie shook her awake as the great clock struck three somewhere in the house. “You need to leave before George finds you here.” Julie kissed the dark-skinned woman on both cheeks and watched her slip back out of bed and disappear back to her own room.

Khadra got into her bed, her belly full, and her mind at ease. Frederick Palmer was the farthest thing from her thoughts as she drifted back to sleep. The whole world in that moment was the refuge she’d found in Julie’s breasts.

“I have to tell you something, pumpkin.” Julie kneeled before Daniel in the bathroom, working his long cock with both hands. She still wore her short, green dress. She wanted to finish off her son quickly so she could go downstairs to make breakfast. “Khadra slipped into my bed last night.”

“Really?” Daniel stared wide-eyed at his mother. “What did you two do?”

“Nothing. Not really anything.” Julie looked up into his blue eyes as her hands continued to pump him. “I mean … she drank from my breasts a little. That’s all.”

“Cool, Mom.” Daniel put his hands on his hips. “Why are you telling me this?”

“Because, Danny, it seems that every day makes things more and more convoluted. I hardly know which way is up anymore. It seems this house is spinning our relationships together like a great web.” She worked him harder. “I need you to behave like a responsible adult. Can you keep a clear head through all this?”

“Is this about Brittney?”

“I know what you and Brittney did with Khadra, sweetie.” She kept her eyes up on his handsome face. “Don’t worry, I’m not mad. I just want you to be careful. Do you really want babies all over the place?”

“No?”

“Good. Please don’t shoot your stuff in your sister, or anyone else, anymore.” Julie shivered at the thought of his salty mess sitting in his twin’s womb. “You have to be responsible.”

“Okay.” Daniel could see the sincerity on his mom’s face. He really would try.

“Thank you.” Julie smiled and looked down at the veiny monstrosity in her hands. “Now, where do you want to cum?”

“You said cum, Mom.” Daniel was getting close.

“I know you like when I talk like that.” She licked the head. “Do you want to cum in my pussy, pumpkin?”

“I want to spray you.”

“No, your father is still upstairs. He might see me.” Julie took him into her mouth and bobbed him with short strokes. Her brown hair bounced back and forth.

“Dad’s so dumb, he probably wouldn’t even notice if you walked up to him covered in cum.” Daniel grabbed her shoulders, pulled her off him, stood her up, and turned her facing away from him.

“He’s not … that dumb.” Julie grabbed the edge of the sink and lowered her hips a little to get her pussy down to her son’s level.

“He’s pretty stupid, Mom.” Daniel lifted her dress up over her butt and pulled her panties to the side. “His wife is going to be walking around with a pussy full of cum today, and he won’t even know.”

“Oh, gosh. Yes, I guess George is a bit of an idiot. Ooohhhhhhhhh.” Pleasure surged through Julie as Daniel entered her vagina. “I didn’t … uuuggghhhhh … know that when I married him.”

“I love … uh … uh … uh … hearing you say that, Mom.” Daniel plowed into her. “Do you really want to have … my baby?”

“Yesssssss.” Julie realized it was true. She needed to protect and mother her son’s child. “I … want to have your baby. I’m … so happy … you’ve given me a … uuuuggghhh … grandchild, sweetie.” Her orgasm approached and he’d only just stuck it in.

“I’m going to … ah … cum … Mom” Daniel unloaded inside his mother, listening to her orgasmic squeals as she took his seed. When he finished, he pulled out of her and looked down at his frothy dick. “Can you clean it off?”

“Yes … sweetie.” Julie’s knuckles were white as she held the sink. Her wedding ring dug into her finger where it was pressed between the porcelain and her flesh. She let go, spun, and fell to her knees again. “But I have to go make breakfast … soon.” She licked up and down the shaft, removing their combined cum with her tongue.

“Mom, are you going to let Mrs. Samatar back in your bed?” He watched her lovingly lap at his dick.

“Would you … mmmmm … like me to, sweetie?”

“Yeah.” Daniel nodded with enthusiasm.

“There … all clean.” Julie finished with the head and stood up. “If you want me to, I’ll give her more milk. But she can’t come to bed with your father right there.”

“Sounds fair.” Daniel smiled.

“And will you, young man, pay her another visit with Brittney?” Julie straightened out her panties and shook her hips to get her dress back in place.

“Do you … mind if we … um … visit with Mrs. Samatar again?” He pulled up his underwear and pants.

“Not as long as you’re responsible about it.” Julie looked down into his eyes. “Can you keep a cool head, Danny?”

“Totally.” Daniel wasn’t so sure, but he really would try.

“That’s my good boy.” Julie kissed him on the cheek, opened the door, and checked the hall. The coast was clear. “Breakfast in fifteen,” she said without looking back. She slipped out into the hall and was gone.