Chapter 4

Quick reminder of the ending of part 3:

While dancing with his mother, Anthony is shocked to learn she knows about him and his sister; he is doubly shocked with the words: "So Anthony, do you want to fuck Mommy?"

Cocksucking College Sister: Mom & Dad

Mom let her shocking question linger in the air for the remainder of the song.

My head spun with the double revelation that:

1. Mom knew about Lilly and I having sex and was not outraged by it.

2. Mom had just asked if I would like to fuck her.

My cock was instantly at launch and ready for takeoff mode at the thought of fucking mom. She had been a constant stroke fantasy throughout high school by myself and all my buddies who called her a MILF. Unlike my shy sister who had always dressed rather conservatively, hiding her nice body, mom had always dressed provocatively but classy (if that is a combination that makes sense). She had always been a dress or skirt type of woman and my obsession with nylon legs definitely began with her. I remember sneaking into her room as a teenager and using her pantyhose to masturbate myself, envisioning losing my virginity to her. My head was spinning at the possibility of making my longest running sexual fantasy a reality.

Just as the song was nearing completion, I felt Mom's hand on my cock as she whispered in my ear, "Are you hard because of me?"

My cock flinched in her hand as all I could do was whimper.

"I'll take that as a yes, Anthony," she purred.

"Oh God Mom," I barely got out.

"I have to cut the cake and dance with your father but I should be able to disappear for a few minutes in about half an hour," Mom explained, looking completely insatiable.

"Are you serious?" I asked, even though her hand firmly on my cock there on the dance floor was a pretty good indication she was.

"I plan to show you just how serious I am as soon as I can disappear from my wifely duties Anthony. I have never been hornier than I was watching you fuck your sister," Mom answered, giving my cock one last squeeze.

"Meet me in the wine cellar at 12:15 is that understood?" she asked, like she would when she was laying down the law when I lived at home.

"Yes, Mom," I agreed, still unable to fathom the reality I was currently living.

"Good," Mom smiled as the song ended. Pulling me in for a hug, her breasts firmly pressed into me, she whispered, "Now don't you be late son."

Before I could respond she was gone, and the massive tent in my pants was no longer obscured by mom. I quickly moved to a table and sat down giving my cock time to settle down and my brain time to process what had just transpired.

I was alone only a minute when Lilly joined me.

"You ok, big brother you look completely frazzled," she asked, stressing the word big flirtatiously.

"Dazed and confused," I joked.

"What's going on?" Lilly asked suddenly worried. "Did mom find out?"

"Yes, but that is not the weird part," I answered.

Instantly near hyperventilating, her face went snow white, as she repeated, "Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God."

"That's what she said," I joked.

"This is not funny, Anthony," she said, in extreme panic mode.

"We have nothing to worry about," I said, putting my hand on her leg.

"Don't you dare start with me. You are to blame for this," she snapped, slapping my hand away.

"You didn't seem too concerned while I was you were coming on my face or when you begged me to fuck you," I smirked, having fun with my high-strung sister. Although if I didn't know what I knew, I am sure I would be freaking out just like she was.

"Stop it Anthony, this is serious," she said, tears beginning to flow.

"Ok, ok, I'm sorry, but let me explain," I said, realizing I had to tell her the truth. "But you can't freak out."

"It's a little too late for that," Lilly said, surveying the area for mom.

"Mom is ok with it," I said.

"What?" Lilly asked flabbergasted by my seemingly absurd statement.

"Actually she is more than ok with it," I added.

"What the hell are you talking about?" she asked frustrated by my vagueness.

"Mom..." I began, but was interrupted.

"Mom what?" came a voice from behind us.

Lilly who had just begun to regain some color in her face again went ghost white.

"I was just beginning to tell Lilly about our discussion Mom," I answered.

"I don't recall our conversation being a tell all," Mom replied, putting her hands on Lilly's shoulders.

Lilly froze in place like a statute completely overwhelmed by the situation. Finally, Lilly spoke, "I'm so sorry Mom."

"Sorry about what?" dad's voice asked out of the blue.

It was my turn to replicate Lilly's white face.

Mom tried to cover for her children whose faces had guilt written all over them saying, "Oh Jack, she was just telling me she wasn't feeling well and may have to call it a night."

"Oh, that's ok honey," Dad said, "all that is left is cutting cake and watching relatives get drunk."

Mom laughed, her response dripping with innuendo, "Yes, all the interesting things to see have already happened."

I noticed mom give Lilly's shoulders a knowing squeeze which had Lilly's mouth drop open in shock.

Dad grabbed Mom's arm and led her to the dance floor as mom looked back at both her children with a look that implied do as you are told.

"Oh my god," Lilly began freaking out.

"Calm down we are not in trouble," I said.

"How can you say that? Mom knows we had sex doesn't she?" Lilly whispered in case anyone walked by

"Yes, but," I smiled.

"But what?" she asked, her anxiety building quickly.

"She wants to meet me in the wine cellar," I revealed.

"No way," Lilly said, the words she just heard me say not remotely possible in her mind. They wouldn't be in mine either if I hadn't just had the conversation I had with Mom just minutes ago.

"Yes," I nodded and briefly retold as best I could remember the surreal conversation I had with mom on the dance floor.

"I can't believe it," Lilly said looking towards the dance floor to our parents dancing and laughing.

"It's the truth," I said.

Silence lingered as Lilly processed the stunning reality. When she did speak she continued the avalanche of bizarre conversations. Her tone was insecure. "So are you already planning to replace me with mom?"

"What?" I gasped looking directly into her eyes.

"Are you going to do it?" she asked, suddenly seeming possessive of me.

"I don't know," I answered, which was the truth. The thought of fucking mom was exhilarating, yet the thought of making Lilly sad, especially after how intimate we had become, tore me up inside.

Lilly turned away and back to the dance floor and a couple of seconds later she gasped.

I turned to look and mom was pointing at her and then me, seemingly implying we were both to meet her in the wine cellar.

To clarify, I pointed to me, then Lilly and then to the vicinity of the house where the cellar was.

Mom gave a slight nod in the affirmative.

"Well, apparently mom wants a threesome or she just wants to talk to us," I said, hoping for the threesome.

"You are not serious?" Lilly asked.

"Half an hour ago no, but now I really have no clue," I admitted, realizing for once that I may be in over my head.

"What are we going to do?" she asked, clearly getting really stressed out.

"Meet her," I said, although clueless to how to play the actual meeting when it took place.

"I can't," Lilly said shaking, "I can't look her in the eye knowing she knows what we did."

"Lilly, she just asked if I want to fuck her. She is not mad at us," I replied, trying to comfort her.

"I just can't believe mom would say that," she said, in disbelief.

"Did you think you would let me take your virginity?" I asked, trying to put it in perspective.

"That is different," she said.

"How?" I asked.

Standing up, she said without any logic to back it, "It just is." She stomped away leaving me alone my head spinning and my cock pulsing.

I finished a drink at the table that wasn't mine before heading to the free bar and getting a double whiskey. I shot that down rather quickly before getting another. I surveyed the party and saw mom was cutting the cake with dad's arms around her. They both seemed so happy. I knew instantly I couldn't have sex with my mom. I loved my dad and would never do anything that would ever hurt him. My cock shrank as the excitement I first felt at the thought of fucking mom shifted to anger at the thought that she would betray dad.

Once they were done cutting the cake, I watched mom feed dad before heading to the secret rendezvous with mom and Lilly, hoping Lilly would be there.

I quickly texted her for confirmation she was coming, hoping if temptation got too hard to resist, me being a guy who often thinks with his other head, rather than the one between his ears, that she would be there to protect me from myself.

Lilly didn't respond to my text, but she was already at the wine cellar when I arrived, pacing back and forth.

"You are here, thank god," I greeted.

"I am really freaking out," she said, continuing to pace.

Trying to relax her I joked, "I can see that. You are making quite the pathway."

"Shut up, Anthony, this is serious," she snapped.

"I need your help," I said.

"Isn't that what got us in this predicament in the first place," she replied, which was kind of funny but her tone implied she was not going for humor.

"Don't let me do anything with mom," I said.

"Do what with mom?" the voice asked from behind, the voice of my father.

If I thought Lilly went pale when she learned of Mom's knowledge of sexual impropriety that was nothing compared to the ghostly sick near death white she went when she saw dad.

I am sure I was a similar white as I turned around and saw dad behind me. "Um nothing," I lied, not even remotely able to come up with a reasonable lie at the moment.

He laughed, "Shit, you are as terrible a liar as your mother."

Neither Lilly nor I had anything to say as we tried to interpret dad's odd facial expression ... as if he knew something.

After a long nerve-wracking silence, dad continued the domino of shocking revelations as he said, "So your mother says you two are having sex."

My mouth dropped open and Lilly's tears began instantly, yet again neither of us said anything.

Dad laughed, "I guess it's like father like son."

"W-w-what," I barely got out getting even more confused.

Lilly through sniffles and tears said, "I am so sorry, daddy."

Looking at Lilly he said, "Come here, my sugar boo."

Lilly went to dad's arms and broke down completely.

Compassionately, he said, "It's ok, Aunt Sarah and I have been intimate since we were about your age."

It was yet another stunning revelation in a day full if them. It was like bring a detective in a James Patterson novel, every time you think you had solved the crime another plot twist occurs. I looked at Lilly who was looking at me, both of us with bewildered looks on our faces.

"Let me explain everything," he said, in his usual calm soothing way. "Your Aunt Sarah, Uncle Walter, your mom and I have been having sex with each other since college."

I couldn't believe that mom and her sister were having sex, never mind Aunt Sarah's political aid husband who always seemed like such a stiff.

Lilly pulled back from dad and looked at him, while I gasped, "No way." Aunt Sarah was slightly chubby but with the biggest tits I had ever attempted to see (she loved wearing cleavage enhancing blouses or dresses that were like magnets to any man's eyes).

"Really?" Lilly asked, her tone unbelieving yet curious.

"Wanna hear another secret?" Dad asked.

"I am not sure I can handle many more surprises, daddy," Lilly said, although it was obvious her attitude had quickly shifted from embarrassed to curious.

"Your mother and I had planned to tell you guys next month at the cottage of our incest past in hope..." he said, allowing the sentence to remain unfinished for us to finish.

Silence lingered between us until I finally asked, the words sounding rather blunt, "Dad are you implying you want to fuck Lilly?"