The Maenad

She looked at me with wide, direct, serious eyes and another jolt of shame and lust went through me. It was like an electric shock.

'Anyway,' she went on, 'after Mum told me she'd been doing it with Aunt Linda all the time I'd been growing up, I said I needed some time to think. And that night I had a really long chat with Linda. And that was the first time she had me.'

She glanced at Aunt Linda beside her and smiled. 'And it was wonderful,' she said fondly. She put her hand in Linda's and squeezed.

'So then we both phoned Mum,' Lisa went on. 'And the next weekend she came over to Linda's place. And they both had me together. A lot.'

Lisa grinned. It was the same ferocious grin I'd seen on Mum's face.

'And that,' Lisa said emphatically, 'was even more wonderful than the first time with Linda on her own. It was fabulous. You've no idea what it's like to have two lovely women working on you. Especially when they're your aunt and your mother.'

'But you could find out,' said Aunt Linda — and she grinned at me too. Ferociously. She actually bared her teeth. She looked as if she wanted to eat me.

[LISA: It was a shock when Mum told me on the phone. Because she didn't just tell me about her having sex with Aunt Linda. She said she wanted me as well. Wanted me sexually. I didn't know how I felt at first. To start with, I just didn't believe what she'd said. I thought I'd misunderstood her. But I felt this deep stab of excitement, all the same — a hard pang deep down in my pussy. I tried to push the idea away. I was upset. It took Linda a long time to calm me down. But she was so sweet. And within a few hours she had her mouth on my open cunt, and I was thinking about Mum, wondering how her mouth would feel down there. So it didn't take me long to come round to the idea, LOL.]

[CHRISTINE: Lisa, darling, I've told you before — that first night Linda and I made love to you in Linda's bed was the most erotic moment of my life! You were so adventurous! After the way I'd been forced to bring you up, I was afraid you'd be a passive flower in bed. But you aren't, are you darling? You know how happy I am when your face is between my thighs. I adore your tricky tongue! Your inventiveness!]

*****

Mum took up the story again. The room was very still.

'After I'd been to bed with Lisa, I told your father about it. And I told him we were going to keep on doing it. He wasn't happy — he was as angry as hell, in fact — so I reminded him about the contract. Lisa was eighteen now. She could make a free choice about her sex life, and she'd chosen Linda and me. It didn't make any difference, though. That's when things really went wrong between us.'

My mother looked down at the carpet for a moment. Lisa stood up and came over to stand beside her. She placed a hand on Mum's shoulder.

'Could you have done anything different, Mum?' she asked softly.

'No,' said Mum. 'Clive broke the agreement. It was his fault.'

'Tell Jeremy the rest of it,' Lisa said. So my mother went on with the story.

'Things were pretty strained between your father and me after that — after Lisa,' she said. 'We came close to separating a few times in the next few years. But your father wanted to stay because of you. He thought he was 'protecting' you from me.'

She tossed her head back angrily.

'I had every intention of keeping to the contract. I wasn't planning to tell you anything until you were eighteen. But he didn't trust me.

'Then, when you turned eighteen last year, all hell broke loose. We had massive rows. He tried to force me to keep the secret from you. And in the end, he started divorce proceedings.'

'And that was his weapon, wasn't it?' said Lisa.

'Yes,' said Mum, softly.

She looked at me directly. 'You may be wondering why I didn't tell you about my — about our — sex life when you were eighteen. Well, it was because of the divorce. We eventually agreed to do it by mutual consent and it should have been over and done with in a few months, but I was afraid your father would drag you and Lisa into it in court if I told you. So I put it off until the divorce was absolute — but by then I was hardly seeing you. And when I did see you, you wouldn't talk to me. You'd cut yourself off from me completely.'

She shrugged. 'So there you are. That's it. That's all there is to tell.'

She looked up at me then and glared. Challenging me. Her eyes were as hard and searching as they'd ever been, but now I understood that look. I knew what her challenge was. It made me shiver. It made my toes curl.

But it made my cock throb too. I couldn't help it.

*****

Nobody spoke. They seemed to be waiting for me. After a while, when the silence was pressing down on me too hard, I asked:

'Mum, why are you angry with me?'

'Because,' she said.

'Because of what?'

'Because you're such a little wanker.'

She said it calmly. It was like a slap in the face.

'But ...' I said.

She held up her hand.

'Listen to me,' she said. 'Let me make this perfectly clear. There's nothing wrong with wanking. I knew that was what you were doing all last year. I could bloody well hear you, for God's sake! And your sheets were covered in spunk. They reeked of it.

'But you were so furtive about it! So ashamed. And you couldn't look me in the eye. That's why I'm calling you a wanker. Because you don't have any guts. Not about sex, anyway.'

I must have said something, but I don't remember what it was.

'That dirty picture on your computer was the last straw, wasn't it?' Mum said. 'When I saw that pretty blonde girl with the butt plug up her bum, I was so pleased. I thought you'd left her on the screen on purpose. I thought you'd wanted me to see her. But it wasn't true.

'You went all silent and trembly, didn't you? I knew what that meant. "Please don't talk about it, Mummy! Please don't!"'

She was screwing up her face and whining at me — mimicking me. I wondered if I really sounded like that to her.

She pushed the imitation further: '"I know I'm a dirty little wanker, Mummy, but please don't tell me you know!"'

I couldn't speak now. I was blushing and shivering. Mum sat there in front of me with her legs apart, twisting the knife. And the other two just listened. It was cruel.

'And then you were so fucking useless about that magazine!'

She parodied me again, sticking her nose up in the air: '"What's this doing here, Mother? Why is there a filthy porno mag lying on the coffee table?"

'Do you want to know why it was there, Jeremy?' she asked — but she didn't wait for an answer. 'I'll tell you. It was there because I'd been masturbating to the pictures. I'd forgotten to put it away, that's all. Do you understand now? Do you understand me?'

I nodded. I was dumb.

'But that's enough,' Mum said. 'You know everything. We're completely up to date. So now you have to decide what you want to do. Do you still want to be part of this family? On my terms?'

'Yes,' I said, without any hesitation.

'You understand what "yes" means, don't you?' Mum asked.

'Yes,' I said again. 'I think I do.'

'Then take your penis out, Jeremy,' my mother said. 'Show us your cock.'

Her crudeness was like another slap in the face. But I did as I was told. I felt — I don't know ... awkward, ... dazed, ... stupid. But I did it. I stood up and unzipped myself. My cock was hard, and it was difficult to extract at first. When I finally managed to free it, it stood straight out. It was throbbing, urgent, eager.

I tried to stay deadpan, to hide my embarrassment, but whatever my face may have tried to hide, my cock was telling the truth — the whole truth and nothing but the truth.

I was quiveringly, enormously aroused.

Lisa and Aunt Linda applauded. At first I thought they were taking the piss and I blushed. But when I looked at them, I realised they meant it. They had a voracious look in their eyes.

'It's very nice,' said Mum. And she leant forward and took the end in her mouth. It felt warm and wet and soft. My entire body went rigid with shame and delight.

She stayed like that, sucking me, for about a minute. She looked up. I could see the whites of her eyes.

I couldn't tear mine away. I was in shock! My prick was in my mother's mouth! My prick was in her mouth!

'Careful, Chris,' said Linda, with an excited, dirty chuckle. 'You'll make him shoot. He must be on a hair trigger. We don't want to waste it.'

'Just like me when he walked in on us,' said Lisa, petulantly. 'I was nearly there too. I still am!'

Aunt Linda laughed again and came over to join us. She stood behind Lisa and pulled the hem of her dress up. Then she pushed both hands down the front of Lisa's pants. Lisa leant back against her breasts and turned her head. Linda kissed her on the mouth and Lisa moaned. I watched Linda's fingers working again in Lisa's panties.

Mum moved back and released my cock.

'I think I'm starting to feel better. But there's something you need to do for me first, Jeremy,' she said.

I just looked at her. I couldn't speak

'I want you to kiss my arse,' she said.

I couldn't think of anything cruder that she could possibly have said. But there was something.

'When I say my arse', she said, pedantically, 'I don't mean just a kiss on the bum.' She gave herself a smart slap on the behind to demonstrate. 'When I say arse', she went on, 'I mean arsehole. Got it?'

I must have looked completely shocked. The other two laughed.

'And when I say kiss my arsehole', Mum went on, smiling sweetly, 'I mean kiss and lick. I want to feel your tongue in there. OK, darling?'

Lisa was grinning.

'It isn't so difficult really, Jeremy,' she said. 'Mum's very clean, you know. Look, I'll show you.'

Mum stood up and turned her back to me, then bent over, legs straddled, supporting herself with her hands on the chair. She flexed her buttocks and I saw them part. Then Lisa put her hands on them — they were very firm, I saw — and pulled them apart some more so I could see Mum's anus — her dark little star.

Lisa went on grinning. 'Isn't it pretty?' she asked me. 'Tasty too!'

And she leant into Mum's bum and tongued her — on the arsehole. Thoroughly.

She went on doing it for a long time. I could see her tongue-tip lapping. Mum was giving little grunts of pleasure and encouragement.

Then Mum looked back over her shoulder — straight at me.

'Jeremy's turn now,' she said, and Lisa stood up.

'Do you think this is dirty, Jeremy?' my mother asked. 'Do you think it's obscene, this little game we're playing?'

I stared at her parted buttocks and the pucker revealed between them.

'Yes,' I said.

'Well, you're right,' said Mum. 'It is obscene. And I'm obscene, and Lisa is — and Linda is. And sex, Jeremy, is at its most exciting when it's obscene. When it's really, really dirty. Remember that. My favourite word is 'obscene'. Now come down here and lick my sexy arsehole, darling.'

And so I did.

*****

As I knelt down behind Mum and leaned in towards her bottom, I realised that there was a kind of ritual going on here. It was like an initiation. She can't have planned it — she hadn't known I'd be there — but I wondered if she'd thought about this moment for a long time. I wondered if she'd imagined her son kneeling and kissing her arsehole, to make up for everything that had happened before.

That was what was going through my mind, anyway, but my body was trembling and my prick was throbbing.

I nuzzled my nose in between her buttocks and felt her warmth against my face. Trembling — disgusted and aroused at the same time — I poked my tongue in and found her pucker. I was expecting to find something — I don't know — foul, maybe, but it didn't taste of anything really. It was just a little moist — from Lisa's spit I suppose. But I felt very, very dirty as I did it.

Mum said quietly: 'There's a good boy, Jeremy. Don't stop.'

So I went on licking; licking at her bum hole.

After a while, Mum said: 'Now kiss it, Jeremy.'

I did as I was told. I puckered my lips and kissed her there.

'Now try to get your tongue right inside,' she said.

Obediently, I flexed my tongue and pushed the tip into her hole as hard as I could. It didn't go in far, but I felt her anus twitch.

After a while, Mum reached behind her and stroked the side of my face. It was the first time she'd been gentle with me all evening.

'OK. That's enough. Stand up,' she said.

I did. Mum stood up too. She came to me and reached up to take my head in her hands, pressing my temples gently with her thumbs. She stared into my eyes — with that same challenging, searching look. Then she put her mouth on my mouth and kissed me with parted lips. Her tongue wormed in and touched mine. It was slippery wet and squirmy, like two eels copulating: a fully sexual kiss.

The first one I'd ever had.

My cock was pressing against her belly. It jerked and I almost came. There was wetness leaking out.

Mum broke the kiss and stepped back, laughing.

'We need to do something about his cock,' she said. 'He'll be cumming all over me soon.'

She turned to Aunt Linda. 'Do you think it's time for him to fuck one of us?'

But Linda laughed. 'In this condition, he won't last more than a few strokes,' she said. 'Why don't we play Russian Roulette instead?'

'Russian Roulette!' said Mum, excitedly. 'Yes! And then we can ...'

Linda chimed in and the sisters finished in unison: 'Play with his spunk!'

Linda turned to Lisa to explain. 'We used to play spunk games with the boys we shared when we were younger. We loved it. But we haven't had the chance to do it for — oh, for years!'

She glanced at me and saw my shock.

'You have to remember, Jeremy,' she said, 'Your mother and I are obscene women. She told you just now. She was telling the truth. We don't go in for 'nice' sex. We need it to be dirty.'

'Come on,' said Mum. 'My son's cock needs sucking! Who's first?'

'I am,' said Lisa, and she knelt down in front of me and took the head of my cock in her mouth, working my glans with her tongue. She took hold of my shaft, too, and began to run her fingers lightly up and down, but Mum tapped her on the shoulder.

'No cheating!' she said. 'No hands!'

So Lisa let go of me and went on sucking and licking.

They didn't let her stay there long. After much less than a minute, Mum took Lisa's place, then Aunt Linda followed her. I think if any one of them had stayed just a few moments longer, I'd have cum. As it was, I spurted just as Lisa started her second turn. I felt my cock jerk and then I was pumping sperm uncontrollably into my sister's warm, wet mouth.

Lisa looked up at me calmly until I'd finished.

The other two — Mum and Aunt Linda — cheered. Then Mum took hold of Lisa's shoulders and spoke into her ear.

'Just hold it in your mouth for a moment, darling,' she murmured.

She knelt and brought her lips close to Lisa's.

'Kiss me,' she said. 'Dribble the nasty mess into my mouth.'

I saw my sister's mouth open. When Mum pulled away a few seconds later, there were glistening strings of saliva and spunk between her lips and Lisa's.

Mum stood up. She looked at me, with her mouth closed. I was excited and disgusted at the same time — the two feelings curdled together. Her lips were shiny with spittle and cum. I knew her mouth was full.

She didn't take her eyes off mine. She raised her hand — her right hand — to her chin and cupped her palm beneath it. Then, very carefully, very deliberately, she parted her lips and let the silvery spunk drool down into her hand. It came out as a heavy, viscous string.

When she'd finished, Mum glanced down at the slimy pool in her palm. There was still a string of sperm connecting it to her lips. She raised her left hand to her mouth and delicately broke the string. Then she licked her sticky fingers.

She glanced at me again and smiled.

'Do you like spunk games, Jeremy?' she asked. 'Have you seen them before, in porno films online?'

I nodded, dumb.

'I'll bet the girls in them weren't as dirty as I am, though, were they?' she asked sweetly.

Suddenly she feinted with her hand — her cum-filled hand — towards my face. I stepped back, horrified. Mum laughed. The other two laughed too.

'Mmm,' grinned my mother, 'you like to watch girls do it, don't you? But the thought of having your own spunk on your face revolts you. I'm right aren't I?'

'Yes,' I mumbled.

'Well, watch this, Jeremy,' said Mum, and she held out her hand to Aunt Linda. And Linda bent her head and lapped up the mess from Mum's palm. Then they kissed, and I saw my spunk go back into Mum's mouth. Then she drooled it out again, back into her hand.

'And now it's your turn, Jeremy,' she said. 'Come on now. Don't be a baby.'

She stepped towards me again, but slowly this time. Then, very slowly, very deliberately, she raised her cummy hand and smeared the spunk onto the side of my face. I felt the sticky wetness trickling down.

Mum turned to the others. 'Isn't he pretty?' she asked.

She turned back to me and kissed me and licked my sticky cheek. When she broke away, her lips were shiny.

Linda came next and did the same, licking the mixture of spit and spunk off my face. Then Lisa did it too, softly and lovingly. When she'd finished, she kissed me on the mouth. I tasted salt. Then she stood back and turned to the others.

'I really need an orgasm,' she said. 'Can I have one now please, Mum?'

And my mother stepped across to the coffee table and picked the dildo up from where it had fallen on the floor.

'Yes, of course you can, my love,' she said. 'Do you want this big boy in your cunt or up your arse?'

'Both, please,' said Lisa, simply. 'Fill me up both ways.'

And my mother strapped the dildo on.

*****

Linda and Lisa stripped, then took my clothes off me too. I didn't resist. I couldn't. I just let it happen. Then Linda and I sat on the sofa and watched Mum fuck Lisa. They did it doggy style. First Mum fucked her in her cunt, then she pushed the dildo into Lisa's arsehole. I was amazed at how determined she was — and how practised she looked. After she'd lined the dildo up with Lisa's hole, she went straight in. It wasn't gentle. Once the dildo was inside, she buggered Lisa hard, slamming her hips against Lisa's bum as she buried the dildo all the way up her arse at every stroke. It looked painful. Lisa gasped and moaned. Her face contorted. I couldn't tell what she was feeling, but she didn't ask Mum to stop.

After a while, Linda knelt down beside them and slid her hand under Lisa's belly, in between her thighs, to masturbate her. She wasn't gentle either. Lisa moaned at the pressure — and eventually she shuddered and jerked and came. Her face and neck were blushing red. Her body twitched for a long time afterwards as she came down from the orgasm.

Mum looked up at me as she drew the dildo out of Lisa's arse.

'Would you like to clean it, Jeremy?' she asked me, with that sweetly challenging smile she'd used to taunt me before.

They all laughed at what must have been the look of sheer horror on my face. Then Linda winked at me and leant towards her to take the dildo in her mouth. Mum laughed again.

'You see?' she said. Just that - just those two short words, as if another point had been proved. I wondered if she was like that in court when she won a case.

What happened next? Well, Mum fucked Linda — with the strap-on, in her cunt and arsehole, just as she'd fucked Lisa. It seemed to go on for hours. I remember Linda grinning all the time as Mum slammed into her — until her face screwed up at the end and she came hard, gasping. And then she went as limp as a rag. I saw the sweat gleaming on her skin.