Threesome Chronicles: Sarah Knox

"Danni," I began, "do you wish to ask me something?"

"Yeah," she answered, "but I don't quite know how."

"You know you can ask me anything, don't you?" I encouraged.

"Yes, but..."

The struggle was evident, but with a little encouragement, she asked.

"Well, I... I..."

"Go on."

"I loved watching Daddy's cock. Is that wrong?"

I was the last person that question should have been asked. I knew the answer was a resounding 'yes,' Daddy's cock was off limits, but my heart and my lack of moral compass saw no reason not to look at it, or even fuck it. It WAS beautiful, and who was it hurting, as long as Mom didn't find out. I had to be honest.

"No, Danni, it's fine watching and admiring Dad's pecker. I'm sure he'd be complimented by it."

Her breathing was still rapid as she continued.

"I also liked watching your pussy, Sarah. Does that make me a lesbian?"

"No, Danni, not at all."

Another pause.

"Sarah, can I fuck you and Daddy?"

I looked at Danni. She had lowered her eyes in embarrassment at the question. When sex concerned me, there was never an angel on one shoulder and a devil on the other, but this was my virgin sister, petite and starry-eyed over the possibilities.

"When and if it ever becomes a possibility," I finally said, "you will know the answer."

I know it was a rather non-committal answer, but her breathing relaxed and she fell asleep in my arms.

Chapter 5

Mom's Conversion

Time passed and things settled down for awhile, with little opportunity for incest. Mom was a good mom, doting on her husband and her daughters. I would visit quite often for dinner after work. We were a close family, except for a degree of secrecy that existed under the skin. I can't say I really felt bad about it, but I often wished that Mom was more attentive to what was going on around her.

What I mean to say is that I wished the whole family could be open about the sexual desires and changes taking place. Mom had not lost her figure and could have easily modeled for the many fashion catalogs vying for the MILF market out there. Sis, with her petite frame, freckles, and perfect boobs, looked like she was fifteen and could have made big bucks modeling for teen fashion mags. I always felt rather plain and nondescript around them. Yet, if my family could just unleash their sexual urges, what an amazing group fuck could take place.

The question was, as always, how?

A few weeks after my thoughts of a family fuckfest had dissipated into the ether, Danni, Mom, and I were shopping at the local mall. As usual, we all wanted something different for lunch, so we went to the open food court displaying their multiple menus. I bought a hot dog heaped with relish, Danni bought a spicy burrito, and Mom bought a huge spring roll with hot mustard. I started giggling.

"Look at us," I exclaimed, "all scarfing down hot, spicy, phallic food. The symbolism reeks!"

Danni blushed and looked sidelong at Mom, waiting to gauge her reaction before saying anything herself. Mom gave me the 'look.'

"Sarah," she admonished, "you're making your little sister blush."

"She's eighteen, Mom. She should be well past the age of blushing."

Mom shook her head and went back to her spring roll, squeezing a copious amount of hot mustard on the end before opening her mouth wide and taking a bite.

"Mmmmmm!" I hummed, winking at Danni. "When was the last time you did that to Dad?"

"Sarah! That's none of your business."

"On the contrary, I think the happiness of this family IS my business. It should concern us all, and we should talk about it periodically. "

"Ok then," Mom smugged. "Talk!"

"Well," I continued, hoping to find an opening, "do you two still 'do' it?'"

Mom's eyes grew angry and threatening. I thought the conversation, not to mention, shopping trip, might end right there. But suddenly she softened.

"For your information, we have sexual intercourse periodically."

I couldn't believe she actually answered, but it was far short of the question's intended mark.

"Periodically?" I retorted. "Gee, Mom, that sounds so romantic!"

I continued.

"... and people don't 'have sexual intercourse,' Mom. They fuck."

"Sarah! You're pushing it. Mind your language around your little sister."

"Oh fuck!" Danni mumbled, just loud enough for Mom to hear.

"You two..." Mom began.

"Mom!" Danni interrupted. "We're not babies. And when I plan to finally do it, I'm certainly not going to 'have intercourse.' No, I plan to fuck his brains out!"

Mom and I simultaneously turned our eyes toward Danni. We were speechless. I reached under the table and squeezed her hand, then looked back at Mom.

"Mom," I pleaded, "just say the word."

"I can't."

"Yes you can!" Danni and I practically shouted.

"Ok," Mom barely whispered. "Fuck."

"Well," I responded, "it's a beginning."

"So, Mom," Danni piped in, " how periodical is periodically? I mean, Time magazine is a periodical, but it's only once a week. National Geographic is a periodical, but it's once a month. Which one are you?"

I was becoming more amazed by Danni's aptitude by the minute. With her as an ally, we might even get Mom to loosen up a bit.

"Somewhere in between," was Mom's reply.

"You can do better than that," I toned. "You certainly deserve better."

"It's ok. Really. Our wants and needs have mellowed over the years. We're not like you young pistols."

"That's bullshit, Mom," I retorted.

"What do you mean?"

"What I mean," I said, "is that Dad's a man, and men want it all the time. I can guarantee it."

"I'm afraid your argument is faulty," countered Mom. "With age comes wisdom. Wisdom advises moderation. We're comfortable."

"Sounds more dull than comfortable," I countered. "What if you could call for sex at your pleasure... wherever, whenever you wished? Honestly, would once or twice a month satisfy you?"

Mom lowered her eyes in thought. The question sparked a discussion in her brain, the hemispheres grappling for supremacy. Wouldn't it be nice to satisfy sexual desires whenever they arose? I saw the inner conflict in her manner, and if she was capable of entertaining the argument, she was capable of settling it. My intention was to convince her to settle on the side of instant and guilt free gratification.

"Well," she said, "hypothetically, it would be fun to have intercourse..."

"You mean 'fuck,'" Sis corrected.

"Yes, Danni," she continued, "it would be fun to 'fuck' anytime I wanted, but look, girls, this is NOT a hypothetical world we live in."

"It isn't?" I asked. "I happen to live in the same world as you, and I fuck whenever I want, and with whomever I want. Men who want to get their rocks off are not in short supply out there, you know."

"But that's different," Mom countered, trying to maintain her composure outside her usual comfort zone. "You're not married."

"And what does marriage have anything to do with it?"

"Hush, Danni. Marriage is a sacred institution."

"Oh c'mon, Mom." Danni replied. "You're agnoxious."

"The word is agnostic," Mom corrected.

"Yeah... whatever."

"The point is," I took over the argument, "there is nothing 'sacred' about marriage, and sex is simply that... SEX! Why can't it be enjoyed outside a marriage? As long as it doesn't become a web of lies and deceit, what harm is there in fucking anyone you want?"

"Yeah," Danni added, "when I start fucking on a regular basis, I intend to fuck anyone with a cock that pleases me."

"There have to be SOME rules though," my mom tried to turn the conversation. "A man's penis is not the goal. There is the heart, the mind, and the future to look forward to."

"Shit, Mom," Danni exclaimed, "we're not quoting a medical manual here. No one says penis anymore. Dick, cock, pecker maybe, but not penis!"

"Ok, ok," Mom exclaimed, a note of frustration giving an unwelcome edge to her voice, "if you must be crude... cock!"

"Calm down, everybody," I advised. "We are trying to reach a consensus here, and we won't get there by pissing each other off."

Mom and Danni cautiously eyed each other, but neither had drawn a line in the sand yet. There was still a chance at agreement, but I had to be careful, combined with a few well-placed kicks to Danni's shins.

"So," I smiled, trying to keep any thread of conversation going, "we agree that we 'fuck' a man's 'cock.' Words are words, and the only harm derives from their exploitative, or derogatory, use. So let's use them as basic building blocks of sexual communication, and no more. Agreed?"

They both nodded.

"And I guess while we're at it, 'pussy' and 'cunt' should also be appropriated for use.

Is that ok?"

Again the nods.

"Any others?"

"Boobs?" Mom replied. "Is that ok?"

"Now we're talkin'!" I cried as we exchanged a high five.

"Not to mention, tits, butts and asses," Sis contributed.

"Yes!" I exclaimed. "Now we're getting somewhere."

"In your case, Danni," Mom continued, "we can't forget 'cherry,' and while we're at it, 'asshole' might come in handy."

"Whoa, Mom," I cautioned, "no ones taking it up the ass here."

"Really? Why not?"

Our jaws dropped as we stared at Mom, unbelieving. Something strange and transforming had just occurred. Mom was no more the prudish matron, protecting her girls from the big bad wolves out there. In fact, she was anything but. She had risen to the occasion and the language, and had passed through it, coming out on top, with advice for her little fledglings about to fly from the nest.

"When your dad and I were young, we fucked quite a bit. It's natural for young people to do that. After the two of you were born, we were too poor to afford any birth control, so, during those times of the month when I was fertile, I would take it up my asshole."

"Ew!" Danni cried. "You let Dad stick his pecker up your asshole."

Mom eyed my little sister. Having gained the ascendent position, she wasn't about to step down.

"Well, Danni, you don't see any little brothers or sisters running around now, do you?"

"But Dad's huge!" I said, before realizing it was last thing I should have mentioned. Mom gave me that stare that only a mom can give. I blushed.

"And how, pray tell, would you know that?" she queried.

"C'mon, Mom," Danni came to the rescue, "he walks around in his briefs all the time. How could we not notice his package? Geez!"

"Well, I have to admit, as far as men go, he does have quite a... 'package.'"

Mom began to giggle, which became infectious. Soon we were walking around the mall like three giddy schoolgirls, laughing and window shopping and scoping out good looking male mall denizens. We went to a fancy lingerie store and pretended that we were shopping for a liaison with a particularly hunky young piece of meat we saw, and purchased some very naughty things. Mom didn't realize though, that Danni and I had Dad on our minds while purchasing lace bustierres and crotchless panties. It was all great fun, and I think it was a moment in time that I'll remember with warm and close thoughts.

Another gain from that day was that Mom viewed us no more as children, but as adults, invested with an adult vocabulary, and performing adult acts of our own choosing. We gained a great respect for her as a woman, and a mother, and a fellow adult friend. Where all this would manifest itself was anybody's guess.

Chapter 6

The Three Muff-keteers

"Why is it ok for Dad to traipse around the house in his underwear and it's not ok for us?" asked Danni one morning. I had come over to spend the weekend, and celebrate Dad's birthday. I usually shared Danni's bed when I slept over.

"Well, maybe if you were eight years old, cute, innocent, and pre-pubescent, I might have an answer for you, but you have far too much post-pubescent gear to be parading it around so recklessly."

"You can't be serious," Danni cried. "Like Dad doesn't have a shitload of post-pubescence that he shouldn't be parading around?"

"Danniii..." Mom was about to explode.

"Wait," I intervened between the two. "As obnoxious as Sis can be, she does have a valid argument here."

"Oh please, Sarah, don't encourage her."

"No, really, Mom, it's like he's a man and this is his fucking castle, and he can do anything he damn well pleases? If he has the right, why shouldn't we? It's our castle too."

"Look, you two keep ganging up on me, and I'll have to start pulling rank. Besides," Mom pulled up closer, "I don't need any competition. We're up to once a week... twice last week. I've been wearing some of the lingerie we bought, and it seems to be working."

Mom was revelling in her secret, smiling like a kitten licking cream off its whiskers. Danni and I leapt up and down, squealing and hugging Mom.

"See," I exclaimed, "I knew it would work. Keep it up, Mom, and he'll be tossin' his balls three or four times a week. I just wish I could have some of it. You think there's enough in him to go around?"

"I'm sure there is," Mom replied, still smiling. "He does seem to have an overabundance of sperm, but I don't think he's going to fuck his own daughters."

Danni and I exchanged glances. It was now or never to bring the subject up.

"And what if he did?"

All of a sudden you could hear a pin drop. Mom was in a state of liberal transformation, seeking more sex, practicing the art of seduction quite successfully, and trusting her daughters in confidence. The sudden introduction of incest with those daughters, far from shocking her, made her pause and seriously think. I felt that this was a GOOD thing, as she could have cut us off to the quick, not making a conversation about it even possible.

But there she sat... thinking.

"I don't know," she cautiously put forth. "Incest is problematic at best."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Problematic? Not 'Hell no,' or 'absolutely forbidden,' but simply 'problematic?' I had to blink a few times to make sure this was Mom. Or had some alien creature replaced her? Problematic? Damn! Of course, Danni took advantage of the opening offered.

"So... what exactly is the problem?"

"Uhm... he's your father?"

"Really? Sounds more like a solution to me."

"Well," taking my turn in the conversation, "I personally believe that problems exist to be solved. So, let's skip to solving. Ok?"

Mom asked me what I was suggesting. I knew how essential my next few words would be for everybody present and one who wasn't. If my reasoning stumbled, a life of deceitful liaisons with my father would be my only choice. I would rather not do that to Mom. I had, in fact, decided to break it off, rather than continue. I wanted to be open and fully transparent in this relationship, and had put a lot of thought into it.

"Firstly, we're family, and we all love each other dearly. Nothing will destroy that. Are we all agreed?"

Mom and Danni, all ears, nodded their agreement.

"Secondly, and this is ABSOLUTELY essential, if Dad chooses to fuck his entire family, will you agree to it, Mom?"

Surprisingly, she nodded without hesitation. I wish I could have climbed inside her head to see what she was thinking, but for now, she approved of us fucking Dad, which was the one insurmountable hurdle in our path, and we had left it behind. Danni and I stared at each other in disbelief.

"What?" Mom inquired. "Does my answer surprise you?"

"Duh!" Danni said. "Yes."

Mom was wary of her words, and bid us to be patient while she explained.

"It's important to know that I'm inviting you both into a fully adult world as an equal. With that invite comes a bond of secrecy, and you must swear to me that what I say here is not ever breathed outside this conversation."

We nodded, not quite unaware of the outcome.

"Well, to cut to the chase, I've been regularly fucking your father's brother, practically since I was married to your father."

Mom finished her sentence by looking at the ground, unsure of our reaction. I chose to make a decision, based on the fact that the truth should prevail, if we were to go on.

"Mom, I... uh, let Uncle Bob pop my cherry the day after my eighteenth birthday."

She raised her eyes and stared deeply into mine. The thought running through my mind, as well as hers I am pretty sure, was that our cunts had repeatedly been penetrated by the same cock. I felt a surge of warmth in my pussy. I was wondering what Mom was feeling.

We hugged each other and both started crying. I'm not sure why, but I think it was the trust it took for both of us to confide such a secret, and the closeness we felt through our shared experience.

"So," Mom continued, "what are your suggestions?"

I already had a plan if things ever reached this point. I never realized I'd be called upon to carry it out so quickly.

"Ok then," I took a deep breath and plowed on, "I have a photographer friend who owes me a favor. I was thinking we could pose together in our new lingerie and make a birthday card to give to Dad... and see what happens from there. What do you think?"

"But your father's birthday is tomorrow," Mom retorted. "Can he do it that quickly?"

"Like I said, Mom, he owes me big time."

"For what?" Sis needled. "Did you fuck him?"

"Danni!" scolded Mom.

"She's such a slut, Mom."

You could see Mom's face grow red every time she was riled enough to kick back. This was one of those times.

"I'll say this once and once only," she started through clenched teeth. "No one in this family is a slut, and if you call Sarah one, you call me one too. Sarah may be active along those lines, but I can assure you, when I was her age, I gathered far more rosebuds. I was certainly not a cherry when your Dad first fucked me. Far from it!"

I never thought I'd be defended in my sexual proclivities by my own mom, but here she was, like a mother bear protecting her cub. I was actually proud to be one of those cubs.

"It's ok, Mom," I assured her. "I did fuck him, but that's not what he owes me a favor for. He's kind of a geek, and it was his high school's tenth reunion. They were having a dance with a high school prom theme, and he had no date. I work next door and we had talked occasionally. He's very shy, and told me he had no date for his reunion the next night. I went out and found the most revealing, sexy prom dress money could buy, and walked into his shop the next day and asked him to take me to the prom. Ha! Needless to say, he was much envied and admired... and I had a great time. Such a great time, in fact, that we fucked twice that night."

I giggled.

"It was a hell of a lot better than my actual high school prom, which was a fucking disaster. Anyway, he told me that if I ever needed a favor, he would put everything aside to grant it."

"When can he do it?" Mom asked.

"I texted him while you were responding to Danni calling me a slut. He's canceling his morning appointments, and we'll go as soon as we finish breakfast."

A scurry of activity followed breakfast, consisting of showers, pubic trims, hair drying, leg and armpit shaves, as well as make up. We looked, no, we oozed sexiness. Danni and I both donned crotchless panties. She wore a lacy red bustierre. I wore a thin silk bra that accented my puffy areolas and nipples. Mom wore a tiny, see-through negligee with a white thong. Shit! We were hot!

We all met at the front door, ready to step out.

"Is everybody ok with this? Danni? Mom? Am I crazy for suggesting it?"

"Hehe. All for one and one for all!" Mom exclaimed.

"Yeah," Danni laughed. "Three fucking Muff-keteers!"

We all covered ourselves with loose cotton pullovers and headed out the door. I couldn't believe we were actually doing it, driving down the road to pose for pictures, the object of which was to exhibit mostly bare pussies before a photographer, then give the picture to our dad for his birthday. Fuck! This kind of shit only happens in erotica!