Chapter 6: Returning To The Womb

I returned home late that morning feeling both refreshed and confused. I found my mother at the kitchen table reading the paper so I grabbed a cup of coffee, gave her a kiss hello, and joined her.

"Mom, I really need your help. I've got so many things running through my head I can't think straight."

One look at me and she knew this was important. She put her paper down.

"Shoot and I'll do my best to help." I was already comforted just knowing I had her to turn to.

"Jeez, I hardly know where to begin." I took a long drag on my coffee and figured I'd start with my sisters.

"Well, to start with, there's Annie. She is really taken with Eric and I think if he proves to be half the man she thinks he is she would gladly marry him. Then there's Carrie. She is totally taken with me. Mom, she wants to have my baby. And now Savannah just got done telling me she wants to be my sex slave. I know I'm suppose to be able to deal with all this but I don't know where to start."

I paused and took another draw on my coffee.

"For instance, you said the women of the family always marry within the family. But I've read things about birth defects that happen when blood relatives have children. Does this happen in our family or are we somehow immune?"

I wasn't giving her time to answer. Really, I was just venting.

"And if we are immune does that mean I should give Carrie her wish and have a child with her? What about Annie, am I supposed to try to get her and Eric together? What if I don't agree and think there is someone better for her?"

"On top of all this, I've been offered a slave and even if I wanted one I'm not sure I'd even know where to start. She expects me to train her to be my perfect slave. What the hell is a perfect slave?"

"I feel like I'm drowning fast and still I'm having a great time. I just don't know where to go next. I need to sort things out and I need your help."

I'd finally released it all and sat back feeling better already just for having laid out the questions. Mom took up the reins.

"First things first. We don't have to worry about all the problems that come with a typical incestuous relationships and that includes the problems associated with making babies. Annie would be free to give Eric children and you are free to give Carrie a baby if you want."

"You should take control of both your sisters. They are depending on you to help them choose the right husband. If you think Eric is right for Annie then help them get together. If you think she should be with someone else then lead her in that direction. She will respect your choice and will thank you for it."

"Now, for Carrie. The only question here is do you want to have a child with her. Remember, the secret is to find a way to combine your desires with the desires of others. When you can do that successfully both of you will be fulfilled."

"Finally, and this is the same answer I gave you for the Carrie issue, if you think you might be satisfied having a slave then take her and let your instincts decide how you use her. She's already told you that her only real desire is to be yours. If you want her then the answer is simple. Take her and just let things develop as you wish. Actually, this could be a good thing. You would have someone to focus all of your prurient desires on and that should leave you freer to work your skills with others where both must be pleased without a clear indication of how."

"Now, I have a question for you. Do you want to have a child?" I read a sense of hope in her eyes.

"The honest answer is I do but I'm not sure if I'm ready for it. I'm supposed to be going off to college in a few weeks. How am I going to help Carrie through her pregnancy if I'm not here? And then when the baby comes how wrapped up will I be and will I have the time it takes to be a good father? I really do want children but I won't risk having them if I'm not certain that I can be every bit as good as dad was with us."

Her pride in me showed through once again. "I know you have doubts but believe me when I tell you, you are thinking like your father and all you really need to do is keep your mind engaged this way and you will do just fine. Whatever you decide will be ok and anytime you start feeling confused you have your sisters and me to help. We will always be here for you."

Well there it was. I was not as fucked up as I thought and everything had a simple solution. Just think through both sides of the problem and the solution would be obvious. If I decided not to impregnate Carrie that would be ok. I just needed to let her down carefully. The same was true for Savannah. If I turned her offer down I could still play her little games and keep her and myself reasonably happy. Best of all, Mom reaffirmed that my head was working as it should and I really was in proper control.

I rose, took her in my arms and hugged her warmly. She was and always would be my touchstone. Wait, what was this? I sensed a deep desire in her and I suddenly realized I had been ignoring her. Sure I was paying attention to her but only with those things that I needed her help to sort out. Mom wanted me and I suddenly flashed back on the party and my fleeting fantasy about being inside the pussy I came from. Our desires were in tune.

I kissed her gently at first waiting for a response and her reaction was immediate. Her mouth opened and her tongue slid gently over my lips until I parted them to let her in. We quickly rose to a frenetic level as we explored each other's mouths and stoked our mutual desires but this was not the way I wanted her. I realized this was a fantasy and an important part of that fantasy was to take her in the bed where I had been conceived.

"Let's go upstairs" I took her hand and led the way.

When we got to her room I slowly turned and lock the door. I wasn't so much that I wanted the privacy but I sensed that this was one of dad's little quirks. I took her in my arms again and picked up where we left off but now I was trailing my hands down to her lovely ass. She was almost as firm as my sisters

My cock was responding and as she felt my firmness pressed against her she began grinding her hips to increase the pressure. I broke away. I wanted to see her naked and part of my fantasy was to slowly strip her. I grabbed her tee shirt and eased it up as she raised her arms to assist. I guided it over her head, then drew it down over her arms and tossed it over on the chair near the bed. She was wearing a white lace bra with a small rose embroidered in the middle of the cups and the slightly sheer material allowed just the hint of her nipples and areolas to show through. I needed to uncover them and suckle them as I had when I was a baby.

With light kisses covering her exposed skin I eased each strap off her shoulders and then reached behind and undid the clasp. I discovered I was pretty talented undoing bras with one hand and a quick snap of my fingers.

As her bra fell away I caught it and tossed it over with her tee shirt. She had the fullest breast I had yet seen and while they did not defy gravity they sagged only slightly. Her nipples were distended to about a quarter inch long and about the same around. Her areolas were the color of light chocolate and fairly small and the rest of her skin was lightly tanned with tan lines that showed the outline of a bikini top that was slightly more modest than the one Carrie had worn at the party.

I took both in my hands to test the weight and then leaned in to tease each nipple before I began feeding. I don't know how to explain just how erotic it was to suckle those breasts once again. I suddenly found myself wishing she were lactating. I really think I would have cum then and there had I drawn her milk once again.

As it was, I was enjoying this tremendously and Mom began responding with light moans of pleasure. I traced every inch of her breasts with my lips and tongue and eventually found enough will power to draw myself away from those delicious globes and begin working my way south. Her belly was flat and firm and quivered just a bit as I traced kisses over and around her belly button and as I did this I undid the button on her jeans and slid the zipper down. The jeans fit her like a glove and sliding them down proved to be a task best accomplished one inch at a time until they slid over her hips and down her thighs.

Her panties matched her bra and again the thin material provided just a hint of her bush and labia. I skipped over her life-delivering core and eased her pants off each leg and flung them over to join the rest of her clothes before I headed back up.

I skipped over her pussy once again and rose to stand and as I did I spun her around. My kisses began to dance over her shoulders and back as I cupped her breasts from behind. She was squirming in response as I eased down again to devote appropriate attention to the ass I had been admiring as she danced with Jake.

Her ass was every bit as enticing as I had imagined. She was firm and round. Her skin was smooth and lightly covered with very fine hairs that would have been unnoticeable without the proper light. The bottom of each ass cheek held firm so there was no hidden crease between each and her upper thigh. In short, she had the ass of a teenager. I moved her panties so they were set in her crack and showed my admiration for that fine piece of work by kissing every succulent centimeter.

She reached back to stroke my hair as a sign of her appreciation and I took that as a sign that it was time to ease her out of her panties. They were moist and the scent that escaped with them was enthralling. I needed to taste her so I rose once again and eased her back to the bed. I guided her down gently so she was lying on the bed with her legs hanging off the side and dropped down to my knees.

She had shaved her pussy clean with the exception of a small blonde v-shaped patch marking the proper direction. It was both sexy and totally unnecessary. Her labia were full, colored a deep pink and were moist with her juices. I reached in and spread her open a bit to find her inner labia and the hood of her clit and I was lost. I came out of this impossibly small hole to join the world and now I just wanted to climb right back in. I settled for a taste instead and then another and another until I was eating her pussy with feverish intensity. By the time her clit popped out to join the fun she was dripping and as I took that nubbin between my lips she grabbed my head and began grinding her pussy against my mouth and chin.