A Taste of Incest - Honey 02

She examined the freshly-cleaned toys laid out on Judy's desk. "These look familiar. Faith, you got these from a place in West Hollywood, didn't you. Post office box 6969, that's the supplier." Faith nodded nervously. "Yes, that's the same place your mother and I get our own toys."

The three naked Heinecke sisters boggled as one. Muriel almost laughed at their shocked expressions. "But-but-but..." Hope gurgled.

"This isn't new, y'know. Every generation thinks they're discovered sex and found something new and different. Look, I've studied history and art history for years. Everything we do now, humans have been doing for a long, long time. The only thing different here is The Pill, and yes, it changes everything, but it changes nothing. We've always had sex without regard for consequences. Now, we can skip lots of those consequences. It's freeing! But it's still all about fucking."

She smiled. "Sex toys are nothing new. Using them isn't new. Me and Laura Heinecke using sex toys on each other; and you kids, getting your own and playing with them -- nothing new."

She peered at Ron and his firm bobtail -- not fully erect, but not drooping, either. "Ron, stand up. That's right. Turn around. Slower. Uh huh." She reached to thump his penis with her thumb. He visibly stiffened. "Nice cock. I can see why the girls like you." She held his rod and rolled him in her palm, and then pushed against his chest, sending him back down onto the bed.

"Mother!" Judy whined, "quit..."

"Be quiet, young lady! Some of the old rules still apply. Like, don't interrupt your elders. You'll get your chance to talk later."

Muriel pointed to the nearest sister. "Hope, come here, front and center. Yes, just like that. Turn. Mmm-hmm. Stop now." She cupped the girl's breast and pinched her nipple, eliciting a gasp. She slid a finger along Hope's wet slit to gather nectar, brought her finger to her nose, sniffed like a connoisseur, and then licked her finger. "You taste very much like your mother, too." She pushed Hope onto the bed next to Ron; Judy was on his other side.

All the youngsters looked startled, baffled, apprehensive, and more than a little excited. What was Mrs Elliott, society woman and wife of a noted dental surgeon, up to?

"It's time to take your education to another level. But first, I want to see what you know. Faith, if you're anything like your mother, you like to be teased by a trained tongue, so I'll guess you taught Ron and Judy and your sisters well. The question is, HOW well?"

Muriel slipped her sand-yellow sundress over her head, leaving her in only a bra and pantyhose. She skinned out of the hose and turned to her daughter. "Judy, unsnap my bra for me. I don't feel like reaching that far." Judy wordlessly complied.

"Okay kids, off the bed." Muriel scooted into the vacant center, almost to the headboard, and spread her legs. She showed only a slight tan line; a thick black bush ornamented the delta between her thighs, barely lighter than her tennis-tanned Aegean skin. "Ann, close the windows; no need to tell the world what we're up to. Judy, show me what you can do." She rubbed her vulva in anticipation.

"MO-THER!" Judy whined again. "I can't..."

"You've tasted pussy before, haven't you? You've had your tongue inside Faith and Hope and Ann many times, and maybe others too, right? I thought so. So, don't be shy. Let's see just how much you've learned already."

Judy knew that further argument would be hopeless. She asked herself, what am I doing? She surrendered to the inevitable and climbed between her mother's legs. She nervously kissed her knees and around her inner thighs.

"Oh, come on now! You know better than that! Come up here and kiss me and work your way down. Don't play the know-nothing virgin -- it doesn't suit you."

Muriel pulled her daughter up to her face. Judy's kisses were tentative at first, but as her mother's hands stroked her sides and massaged her bubbly butt, she became more assertive, more passionate. Both women moaned softly, their breasts pressed together. Judy slid down to suckle her mother, one boob, then the other, then back again, and again, teasing the swollen brown tips, playing with her yielding flesh and the pebbled knots of her inflamed nipples.

Then, further down; Judy's lips brushed across navel and hips, and thighs, from knees upwards, to the tender flesh around Muriel's fiery delta, then nuzzling her pubic thatch, and then... contact! Judy's tongue and lips worshipped the portal through which she had passed into this world.

Judy's tongue was indeed talented and well-trained, but still tentative. Holy shit, she thought, I'm eating my own mother! Muriel felt her daughter's hesitation and lack of direction.

"You're not really into this, are you, young lady? Maybe you need some inspiration. I know what would help -- Ron, get up here and fuck her."

Ron twitched with surprise. He and Hope were wrapped together on one side of the bed, Hope fisting his cock, with Faith and Ann fingering each other on the bed's other side, all closely watching the mother-daughter interaction. Judy pulled her head back and turned to look at Ron.

"Uhh, you want me to..." he stumbled.

"I want you to get behind her and slide that big prong of yours deep into her, and make her feel like she's being well-fucked, that's what I want. I want her to act like she's feeling something. Now shut up and get going!"

Amid the volatile mix of emotions, lust won out. "Yes, ma'am," he said, climbing behind Judy. He pulled her butt up. "On your knees, babe." He lined on his target, spread her lower cheeks and lips, and smoothly probed into her oh-so-wet vagina. "Oh fuck," Judy sighed.

Muriel pulled her daughter's head back into her crotch and held her in place to resist Ron's slow thrusts. Ron sped up. So did Judy's mouth, and Muriel's sighs and nipple-twistings. Ron leaned into Judy and fondled her peach-soft breasts. Judy stopped thinking about her mother and only concentrated on the fabulous penis inside her and the tasty twat at the tip of her tongue.

Muriel's wide-open eyes stared into Ron's with fierce unglazed intensity. Judy was merely a conduit between them, delivering Ron's energy straight into the older woman's womb. This is not the end, they both thought.

Muriel stiffened, and closed her eyes, and groaned. Judy's tongue pirouetted in a victory dance before her vocal chords wailed into her mother's pussy in her own orgasm. Ron grunted and erupted into his girl's vagina. A pleasant time was had by all, yes indeed.

Mouths and genitalia eventually separated. "Whew baby, that was nice," Muriel breathed. She looked at Judy. "You need more practice, girl." Her eyes focused on Ron. "And just how well-trained are you? Can you use your tongue better than this sprout?" She patted Judy's panting head.

Ron was a bit tired, and his mind still whirled, but he was no dummy. "Well, Missus Elliott, I guess there's just one way to find out." He brushed his black hair back from his eyes.

"I think you can call me Muriel now, Ron. Are you ready?"

Ron lay beside his girl's mother. They embraced, and kissed, and stroked. Ron wasted no time. The girls had educated his tongue in the ways of love. He applied that education with dedication and vigor. He was appreciated.

"Oh yeah, Ron, that's nice, that's great. Oooh, yeah, oh fuck, oh, more like that, uh huh... Oh Judy, Ron is just fucking GREAT, isn't he? Oooh, but I want more. Judy, get up here. I need to taste you while Ron is licking me."

Again, little use in arguing. Judy sighed, climbed onto Muriel's head, braced herself on the bed's headboard, and lowered her pussy onto her mother's face. Muriel reached up to her daughter's breasts. Ron stretched his hands to tweak Muriel's nipples as he watched her tongue rise to lap at Judy's swollen lower lips. He laved Muriel's labia and love canal and then concentrated on her clitoris, to wonderful and dramatic effect.

The Heinecke sisters were nearly forgotten by the troilists but were definitely still around and aroused. They tired of merely observing the fun. Hope and Ann slid to each side of Muriel and kissed her breasts. Faith moved behind Ron, who crouched on his knees, butt in the air, mouth fastened to Muriel's vulva. She pushed his knees apart, massaged a mass of Vaseline into his rectum, and slid in her strap-on. Ron groaned, and tongued even faster.

That is where they were when Judy's father Ted walked into the room.

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NEXT: Will there even be a 'next'? Was Ted alarmed or disgusted or inflamed or aroused or clinically analytical at the sight before his eyes? Was he armed, jealous, irrational, murderous? Gentle Readers, shall this story proceed, and if so, how? Does anyone wear a suit in the swimming pool? Does Ron nail Josephine and/or her kids too? (Maybe that story deserves its own episode, A TASTE OF ICING.)

Still not The End.

Author's note: This story by Hypoxia Smurf is copyright (c) 2014. Views expressed are not necessarily the author's. Keep your eyes peeled for more A TASTE OF INCEST tales. And don't miss THE BOOK OF RUTH and the BLACK & WHITE stories. Your constructive comments are welcome. If you like this, join the 1%ers and VOTE!