The Lancaster Twins Pt. 13

All characters are at least 18 years of age. All situations that involve any kind of sexual activity only contain characters who are at least 18 years old. I hope you enjoy this episode in the series.

Jennifer Lancaster Pierce had just talked to her twin brother, Jackson, on the phone and admitted to him that her husband, Neal, had had another affair and now wanted a divorce. Neal had gone out on her several times and she was sure that she would never know the extent of his extra-marital activity. She had always rationalized his behavior. He was good-looking and very well educated. He was soft-spoken and funny. He worked in real estate and often worked around women who were susceptible to his charms. Jennifer had never felt that she was in a position to condemn anyone else, or to withhold forgiveness, because of her past behavior with her brother. Incest. Of course Neal didn't know about this, nor did anyone else, but Jennifer was well aware of the 'weakness of the flesh'. She had always forgiven Neal, even though it hurt her when he cheated on her. But now, he had 'fallen in love' and was demanding a divorce.

Tommy, her 19 year old son, was at basketball practice. He played for the local Junior College, but it was a two-year college and this was his second year to play. She knew he was probably good enough to play his final two years of college somewhere else, but he said that after he finished the two years here, he would probably give it up and take a break from college. After all, he would have an Associate's Degree, and with his computer skills he could make a good living. He had been working, part time, in technical support for an electronics retail chain ever since graduating from high school. His work was mostly done on a computer, but occasionally he had to call someone and walk them through a problem. He could work as many hours as he wanted and the money was pretty good.

Jennifer's work was also mostly done online. She was in charge of a network of online high school math teachers. The classes were mostly for home-bound students, but home-schoolers and others could also pay to use the service. She had taught many such classes and was eventually given the opportunity to organize and supervise a network of teachers who taught these classes. She made much more money than classroom teachers or even principals and supervisors. She occasionally had to attend meetings with textbook companies or local school systems, but most of the time she worked from home.

As always, when she talked to Jackson, she had an emotional reaction. She was still in love with him and, even though she had truly loved Neal, she still thought of Jackson as the love of her life. She would gladly have spent her life with him if it had been socially and culturally acceptable. She went to her bedroom for a good cry, but her mind started wandering to the last time she had been with her brother sexually.

She and Jackson had agreed, when she became engaged, that they had to stop sexual contact. Sometimes they would share a brief kiss, but that was it. Nothing else. But her body ached for him. Neal had been brought up in a strict conservative atmosphere and had told her, not long after they started dating, that he was a virgin and didn't want to have sex until marriage. Jennifer admitted to him that she had been sexually active, but she never told him with whom, nor did he ask. She thought it was quite ironic, now, that he had been sexually promiscuous throughout their 20 year marriage, while she had never even considered having sex with anyone but him.

Two days before her marriage, she was taking care of last minute wedding details. Her cellphone rang and it was Jackson. He was very emotional and told her that he just had to see her. She told him it wasn't a good idea for them to be alone, but Jackson had persisted. She agreed to meet him 'to talk' in a Walmart parking lot.

The talk turned into passionate kissing and then a short drive to a motel, where they spent the rest of the day together "saying goodbye". They made love all afternoon. They had known that it really was goodbye. They had been having sex with each other, frequently, for almost 4 years. Thinking back on that day, and all the other special days that she had spent with her beloved brother, loving each other and worshipping each other's bodies, both brought tears to her eyes and aroused her. Jackson still aroused her, after all these years. Just the thought of him made her sexually aroused and made her heart ache for him.

That day had been the most special day that she and Jackson had ever spent. It wasn't because it was goodbye. It wasn't because the sex was so unbelievably intense. It wasn't because they passionately expressed their never-ending love for each other. No. What happened that day was something that only Jennifer knew. She had not shared this secret with Jackson, nor with her husband, nor with anyone else. That was the day that her precious son, Tommy, had been conceived. She wondered if she owed it to Jackson to tell him, but she never had. Tommy had been born almost exactly 9 months after her marriage to Neal. She had known, although she had always suspected it during her pregnancy, the first time she saw her newborn son, that Jackson was his father.

Though she had never used birth control after her "agreement" with Jackson, previous to her marriage, nor since, she had never conceived again. The doctors had told them that Neal had a low sperm count and that they probably would never have another baby. They were both satisfied with the one child. Now that the divorce was being finalized, she had gotten back on birth control again. She didn't plan on having sex with anyone, but she certainly wasn't going to sit at home and mope. And, if the situation presented itself and she really cared about the guy...it could happen. Better safe than sorry.

Although she never really had any doubts that Tommy (he was named for her father, Tom Lancaster) was Jackson's son, that was confirmed, in her mind at least, when he had just turned 18 years old and stepped out of the shower, not realizing that his mother had come into the bathroom to empty the trashcan. He was hung like a Lancaster. It was all she could do not to stare. 18 years old and hung like a horse! Her husband was not tiny, about 7 inches fully erect, but it was much smaller than his 'son' and not nearly as thick. Jennifer had experienced her brother's wonderful, thick, 9 inches hundreds of times, and had even sucked her father's unbelievable 11 solid inches. She had surreptitiously seen Tommy's thick truncheon several times since that day. Sometimes she would stand outside his bathroom or bedroom door if he didn't have it completely closed. She would witness him getting out of the shower or changing clothes.

A few weeks previously, after she and Tommy were on their own, he had come into her bedroom one night, very upset. He was only wearing briefs, but she could not help but notice his magnificent package. She held him as he lay on top of the covers. He talked about how he couldn't believe that Neal had abandoned them and how he was sad and disappointed. As she held him she detected that he was getting an erection. And why wouldn't he? She kept herself in shape. Her body was every bit as good as it was when she was a teenager. Her bra-cup had grown from a C to a D, and she had put on about 5 pounds, but she was almost 6 feet tall, so that was undetectable to anyone but herself. She knew that a 19 year old boy would naturally become aroused if a sensual woman was holding him. When she caught sight of the head emerging from the top of his briefs, she knew that he must be almost, if not as big, as her brother. He soon excused himself to go to back to his room; she was pretty sure that she knew the reason. She found that she was extremely wet, as she always was when she thought about how well hung her son was, so she masturbated thinking about him, her brother, and even her father. Her husband never crossed her mind.

A few days afterward, she had been out grocery shopping and arrived home to see her son's pickup truck in the driveway. After putting away the perishable items, she climbed the stairs to tell Tommy that she was home. She noticed that his door was open, which was not unusual, but she could hear the unmistakable, yet somehow muted, sounds of fucking. Yikes! Did he have the gumption to bring a girl into their home and have sex with her? Certainly not! She was pretty sure that Tommy had been sexually active, although he had only had a couple of steady girlfriends. She crept to the door and carefully looked in. What she saw nearly brought her to her knees. Tommy was holding his Ipad in one hand and was shucking his cock with the other. He was totally naked. Her panties were instantly wet and her nipples throbbed with desire. It was almost like she was transported back in time. He looked so much like Jackson. His facial features, his body, but most importantly that HUGE cock! It looked just like she remember Jackson's. Just a glimpse was enough to tell her that it was the same length and thickness. She ached for it, but she knew she couldn't have it. She hadn't seen anything like it in 20 years!

She stood against the wall, outside his room, literally shaking with lust. She wondered what would happen if she were to casually walk in his room on some pretense, or if she walked in and confronted him for watching pornography. She had fought her own desires to watch pornography, and blamed that on Neal, who talked her into watching it with him. She had liked it. She liked it a lot. Too much. She found occasion to watch it in secret and, for many years, watched it frequently. She had especially loved to watch well-hung men because they reminded her of her brother and father. Then, when she found out about Neal's first affair, they had gone to marriage counseling and the marriage counselor had wisely counseled them both to stop watching pornography. She had stopped and, even though she was tempted to start watching again now that Neal was gone, she hadn't. But here was her Tommy watching it. She knew that it could give him unrealistic expectations, and could desensitize him to sex. As embarrassing as it would be, she needed to stop it.

Taking a deep breath, she walked into his room. "Mom...shit!" he gasped as he quickly pulled a sheet over his lap and tried to silence the passionate cries of some female on the Ipad.

"Tommy! We've had this talk..." she began, already mourning the fact that he had immediately covered that beautiful, hard cock.

"Mom, calm down," he cried in great distress. "Shit, this is embarrassing!"

"What have I told you about watching that filth?" she spat angrily. "Do you know that is one of the things the marriage counselor warned us about?"

"Yes, Mom. Shit. I know. But you do realize that I'm not married, right?"

"Don't you be a smart ass to me, young man!"

"Mom! I'm not trying to be a smart ass. You are the one who told me, because Dad would never talk to me about anything, that masturbation is normal. Shit, Mom. I didn't know you were home."

Jennifer realized that she might be over-reacting just a bit. She sat down on his bed, and patted his leg. "It is normal, Honey. Watching people have sex is not. We've talked about what it does to you psychologically," she said calmly, although she was still shaking with lust. She realized, now, that she should have thought about this before confronting him.

"I promise that I don't watch it much. I'm not gonna say I never do, but it's not like a daily thing. This is embarrassing, Mom!"

"Honey, I was addicted to that stuff," she told him frankly. "So was your father, and I really think that it led to him cheating on me. After watching that stuff, I just wasn't exciting enough for him. Nothing was. Nothing could be. Do you get me?"

"Yes, Mom. That does make sense. But you didn't cheat on him. Did you?" he asked, seeming on the verge of tears.

"No, Honey. I didn't. My vows meant more to me than they did to him. But, I'll tell you this much: I understood it because I could see what it was doing to me. I always, always, always forgave your father," she told him as a tear coursed down her cheek.

"Mom! I can't stand it when you cry. Please don't!" he begged. "You know what? You're way better looking than Dad. I always wondered why he was the one who..."

"Tommy, do you really think I haven't been tempted?" she smiled through her tears. "Men hit on me all the time. That's one reason I left the classroom and started teaching online. So many male teachers and administrators constantly hit on me. And, I was tempted. I wasn't offended!"

"But you're just a better person than Dad," he declared.

"No. I am not. Don't ever say that. Your dad is a good man, and he loves you very much. He has allowed himself to be defeated by his physical desires. And porn had something to do with it. I want you to know, although it's a little embarrassing for me to tell you this, that I never denied your father anything...I never claimed to have a headache..."

"Overshare!" he laughed. "I love you, Mom. I admire you. Everyone admires you."

"Stop, Honey. I'm nothing special. I don't think that way."

"Mom? Did you have sex before you were married? You don't have to answer that if you don't want."

She nodded. "Yes, Honey. I did. I was taught to save myself, and I thought I would, but I didn't."

"Do you feel guilty about it now?" he asked, intently.

"No. Not a bit," she smiled. "I probably should, but I don't."

"Well, there's a reason I'm asking..."

"I assumed that, Honey. Just to be clear, I don't condone it, but I want you to use protection. Okay? And please, don't have casual sex. Sex is special. That's another reason that porn is not good for you. Those people don't mean anything to each other."

"I've only done it with three girls. I do feel guilty and I worry that I will always feel that way because, I mean, I know it's ideal to wait... And you're right, I guess, about the porn. I just rationalize that doing it this way is better than having actual sex, when I'm not supposed to...I don't know what I'm saying."

She laughed. "I know exactly what you're talking about. But I still advise you to stop watching it. Don't compromise. I'm sorry for barging in on you, but we ended up having a good talk, didn't we?"

"Yes. But it's still embarrassing," he smirked.

"Well, I don't condone you having pre-marital sex, but the girls were pretty lucky!" she smiled, knowing that her words were ambiguous.

"Well, this is kinda sensitive, but they all complained about it," he blurted.

"What? Why, Tommy?"

"Well," he began, blushing. It hurt them," he said, his face flushing a bright red. "I mean, not really hurt, I guess. They were just uncomfortable. Usually," he chuckled.

"Oh. Well...I understand. Enough said." She felt herself blush.

"This one girl liked it. I mean I've never been with anyone that enjoyed it so much... but it was just such an 'ordeal'. That's the word she used."

She tried to keep from laughing, but snorted.

"Mom! It's not funny," he retorted as she broke out in a full-throated gale of laughter.

"No," she laughed. "I'm sorry, Honey. It's not funny." She broke into another bout of laughter, but finally got control of herself. The look on Tommy's face was priceless.

"What is so funny, Mom?" he demanded.

"It's embarrassing," she managed to say before laughing again. "Oh, Tommy, I just needed a good laugh. I'm not laughing at you. I just got started and I couldn't stop."

"Can you try to explain?"

"Well, Okay. When I came in here and saw your...wee wee..." she snorted again and broke into another fit of laughter.

"Mom! You're giving me an inferiority complex!"

"Oh, Tommy. Quite the opposite. When I saw...it...the first thing that went through my mind was, 'wow, some woman is going to be very satisfied!'"

Tommy smiled, nervously. "So...you're kinda laughing at the irony? Is that it?"

"Exactly!" she smiled. "Here I was admiring you and then you tell me that she was unsatisfied, just the opposite of what I had been thinking."

"Okay, since we're having this awkward conversation, let me ask you this. Do most women want a big one?" He blushed again.

"I have no idea what most women want. Seriously. But, from what I have seen online I think it's more of a visual thing than anything else. A man with a big one just seems move virile."

"Well, I know that mine is bigger than anyone else's when I shower at practice. I feel like a freak. Girls like it. But then, they complain about it. They would rather just look at it or play with it... Shit, Mom. I can't believe I'm telling you this, but who else can I talk to?"

"You can tell me everything or anything. And, from what I saw, I am not surprised that you are the biggest in the shower. But you're the opposite of a freak. That just means that you're the most potent and virile man of them all! You inherited that from the Lancasters," she told him frankly.

"Are you serious? How do you know?"

"Jackson's my twin brother. We shared a bathroom. And my daddy would just pull it out to pee in the barn. He didn't know I saw it, but I did."

"And they were bigger than others you saw? Mom, how did we get to talking about this?"

"I have never seen any as big as either of them except in porn videos - and most in them are not that big. You get it honest, believe me." Her curiosity had been piqued. She couldn't shut up. "So you haven't done it very many times?"

"Not many. But I've done...other stuff."

"And did they like that? Did they complain about that?"

He chuckled. "No. They didn't."

"I totally understand," she blurted. She could feel herself blushing. "I mean, I have to admit that I like the way big ones look - that's one thing I miss about watching porn." She was digging herself deeper into a hole. This was getting too uncomfortable. She could feel herself blushing.

"Well, you shoulda just come and looked at mine and you wouldn't have had to watch porn," he grinned. Seeing the look that came across his mother's face, he said, "Mom, I'm kidding! Not funny, huh?"

"I hate that I interrupted you, Honey. But I don't like you watching porn. I know I ruined the mood."

"Well, you nearly made me shit myself, but after we got to talking about all this...the mood is back."

"Oh, yeah? So now you're going to be proud, instead of ashamed? Instead of turning your back and covering yourself up, let those boys see what you have. Let them be the ones who are ashamed!" she teased.

"I'm going to be proud, Mom..." he said as he drew the sheet back, revealing his fully engorged manhood.

Jennifer gasped. "Tommy, cover yourself up," she stuttered, unable to take her eyes off her son's erection.

"You said to be proud of it, Mom," he grinned, sardonically.

"What are you doing, Tommy?" she gasped.

"Let's be totally honest, okay, Mom? I've seen you peeking around the corner at me when I got out of the shower. I'm not suggesting that you have any motives, but I know you're curious. Admit it."

She swallowed and met his eyes. "It's so beautiful, Son. Forgive me, please, but..."

"Touch it. I know you want to," he told her.

"Tommy, this is wrong," she whispered.

"Nobody will ever know, Mom. I want you to touch it."

As if she had no choice, she reached forward and grasped his cock. It was a perfect replica of his real dad's - Jackson's! She gripped it and,expertly and gently, stroked her fist down it and into his pubic hair.

"Oh, Tommy, you're so...MANLY! You are perfect, Honey." Her eyes roamed over his hair-covered abdomen and his bare, muscular chest. Just like Jackson's. Her pussy ached for him. Her mouth watered. Oh the things she could teach this man-child!

"Kiss it, Mom. Please? Nobody will ever know," he urged her.