Chapter 8

Dex had fallen asleep against me before we'd recovered from our first time together. The smile on my face wouldn't wash away even as I felt, again, the shame and guilt for what I'd done. I'd taken my own son's virginity, letting him put his fifteen-year old penis inside my body, in the very hole from which he'd come into the world. Even as I lay awake late into the night, holding him, my vagina felt wonderfully sore from my son's cock. My pussy had drooled down my thigh and soaked a large wet spot onto the bed.

I can't say why I wasn't more troubled than I was. Sure, I felt the pangs of judgement, of the understanding that I'd known my son, and he'd known me, in a very intimate and forbidden way. I even knew that what we'd done was illegal, perhaps immoral to the core. I found that, at least in the night, I didn't care. I loved fucking Dex, and I looked forward to doing it again soon.

I stroked his stomach as I rested in his arms, my head on his chest. He breathed easily, only lightly snoring on his back. I inhaled against his skin, the warm scents of my son's flesh intoxicating and lovely.

He is beautiful, Penelope. I see your face in his. I think that's why I find him so attractive. He looks so much like you.

I didn't respond for a while, enjoying the way Dexter's chest rose and fell as he breathed.

You were wonderful together. I've never seen anything more erotic in my life.

"Life..." I said in a very low whisper. "Are you ... are you alive, Jackie?"

I feel alive.

"I just ... can't see you. And ... you go away sometimes."

I know. I can't explain it. I just am.

"Have you always been this way, since ... the accident?"

I don't know.

"You seemed to know about Gerald," I added, referring to my ex-husband, "did you see us together?"

I'm not sure. I have memories of you and him, but ... they don't feel like the ones I've had of our last few days together. They're less ... real.

"Did you get them from my mind?"

Perhaps. I can hear your thoughts, sometimes. Not all of them. I've felt your mind for many months now. It took a lot of time to come to you ... a lot of effort.

I slowly slid from under my son's arm and left him to sleep, rising and putting on my robe before sliding from Dexter's room. "Is Kira okay?"

Yes. I was with her earlier. I made her see what she will enjoy soon, when she is ready. She loves you for this. She wants you to be there when it happens.

"When what happens?" I said quietly, going downstairs to the kitchen to make a cup of tea.

When they are together the first time. She wants to share that with you.

"No, no, that should be their time for each other. It's bad enough that I took my son's virginity, I shouldn't be there for hers, as well."

She wants that, Penelope.

"And what about Dexter," I asked, settling a pouch of camomile into steaming water, "what does he want?"

I don't know. I can only watch him. I cannot ask.

"Well ... maybe he doesn't want me there."

Maybe.

"And I suppose you think I should ask him?"

You did just fuck your own son, Penelope. There was humor in Jackie's voice, pretty sure you can talk to him, too.

I sipped the tea, mulling over my sister's thoughts. Almost on cue, my son slowly slipped down the stairs wearing a pair of boxers and a sleepy grin. His cropped auburn hair showed that he'd just come from bed, messy and uneven despite its short length. Anxiety threatened to boil into my thoughts, my stomach turning over, as I realized what I'd done with my son. I'd been his first woman. I'd let my own son fuck my pussy.

"Morning..." I said, my throat tight.

"Hey..." he said, glancing at my face a few seconds before looking away. Dex stood beside the table, opposite me, an awkward stance showing his uncertainty.

"Sit, Dex ... let's talk..." I said, unsure exactly what to say.

He pulled out a chair and settled onto it. I reached across the table and motioned him to give me his hand. Dex did so, and I could feel his nerves in the way his fingers jumped in mine. For a moment, I just held him, slowly running my fingers along his, touching the small beauty marks near his wrist, lightly rubbing the flesh near his thumb. "So..." I began, "last night was wonderful, Dex."

"Yeah ... yeah," he said quietly, "I can't believe it."

"I know ... your own mom, right?"

My son nodded, looking away, "right..."

"Never thought I'd do that with you, did you? Nothing beyond your fantasies?"

He shook his head. "Never ... like ... never..."

"Well ... I can't say I ever ... not in a million years ... thought we'd know each other that way, Dexter. Never. But..." I leaned forward, drawing his bright blue eyes to mine, "I loved being with you ... I got to be your first woman, Dex ... I hope you enjoyed me..."

"Oh," he said, eyes glancing down to where my robe had opened slightly and the part between my breasts showed just the hint of what was still covered, "definitely ... I ... it was great, Mom ... you were great ... Not that I have much to compare it too, but, you were amazing..."

"Well," I said again, pausing to shake my shoulders just a bit, letting my robe fall open a bit more, my right areola just barely remaining concealed, "I want to talk to you about something important. About us ... and about Kira."

Dexter's eyes were wider, the bright blue orbs darting from my chest to where I still held his hand. "Yeah ... okay..."

"I hate to say it this way, but ... this has to be our secret, Dex ... you can't tell anyone what we did ... It must stay between the four of us."

"Okay ... uh ... between ... between the four of us?"

I realized I'd included Jackie in my count. "I'll get to that. For now ... only you and I and Kira can know about this, alright? I don't like it that way, Dex ... I really don't. But that's reality. You can't tell anyone. Not Donnie, not anyone. If someone else found out ... I'd go to jail."

"Yeah ... I know. I guess I know." He looked at his lap as he spoke. "That sucks, Mom. I'd ... I'd love to be able to tell Donnie..."

"He has fantasies of his own mother, right?"

Dex looked at me through narrowed eyes, "how'd you know that?"

"We'll get to that ... For now ... just accept that I do." I knew this conversation was becoming confusing since I'd not mentioned Jackie or the conversations I'd had with her. It was getting off track. "But let's talk about us a moment..."

"Okay..."

"I loved what we did, Dexter. I want to be with you again."

"Yeah ... me too..." my son said, eyes starting to rise back to my chest.

"Good. But it goes further than that. I know you and your sister's games with her panties have gone beyond just innocent fun. I know you like to sniff her odors, and she is eating the cum you leave there when you return them, something she enjoys."

He nodded, looking down again, blushing.

"That's okay, alright? I've made peace with that, and ... and I know it won't just be games much longer. I know you have thought of your sister ... of what she looks like naked ... what it might feel like to be with her ... and she has had the same thoughts about you."

"What? Really?" Dexter said, looking at my eyes, "I mean ... I knew we were having fun and all ... I thought ... I thought maybe it was just a game to her..."

"It was, for a while. But, she's grown up a lot in the last year or so. She's started to think about you in ways that ... well, normally she shouldn't. But ... she has, and we've talked about it some. She'd really like you to be her first man."

"Oh, Jeez..." Dex said, his cheeks rosy, "are you serious?"

"Yes ... but you should know more..."

"Okay..." he replied. I wished I could see beneath the table to where I was certain my son's cock had risen at the idea of fucking his sister.

"She and I have shared a few moments together..."

He looked at me quietly, then asked, "like ... together together?"

"Yes ... we've made love together. Just recently. She and I ... shared something which ... brought out old feelings from me, and let me see that Kira had those same urges." I was growing wet just thinking about it. "So ... we were together."

"That's so hot," Dexter stated evenly, then added, "uhh, I mean ... you know..."

"I do know. And ... yes, it was hot. Your sister is wonderful, Dexter. Yeah, she's shy and introverted, but she has a tremendous curiosity, a need to experience and explore, and ... I admit that I have enjoyed coming to know her ... intimately."

"How ... why ... I mean," my son stammered, "what has started all this, Mom? I mean ... just a couple of weeks ago ... you were furious at me for taking your panties ... now ... last night you had sex with me, and I'm learning you had sex with Kira, too. Why?"

I let out a long breath, uncertain exactly how to talk about Jackie. Unlike when I'd discussed her with Kira, Jackie had not been able to talk to him the way she had with my daughter. Even as I tried to fashion an explanation in my head, I knew it would make no sense and offer only more confusion.

I can show him something, Penelope.

"Jackie?"

My son looked at me oddly. "What?"

"Oh, uh ... well ... I—" I stammered.

I cannot talk to him yet, but I can show him something that might help.

"Okay..." I said, watching Dexter as he stared at me with confusion, "there's ... there's something you should see, Dex..."

Kira was on her back on her bed, nightshirt pushed up to her waist, her hand moving slowly between her legs. I was an observer again, watching as my daughter began to masturbate. Kira sighed as her eyes closed, her fingers dancing through her wet slit, drawing moisture up to circle her hard little clit. I saw her pull back the hood and expose her nub, slipping a finger underneath to tease her womanhood before moving down to gently probe her vagina.

"Oh..." she sighed.

I knew my immaterial body was becoming aroused, and I wished I could touch myself as I looked on. I also understood that Dex was watching his sister, though I could not feel his presence.

Kira hunched her shoulders, drawing her knees up, her feet just inches from her ass. My daughter spread her thighs wide, one hand massaging her breasts through her nightshirt, the other moving rapidly along her slit. She started to hump her hand quickly, breathing harder.

"Oh ... Mom..." she breathed. I could smell my daughter's wet genitals, her arousal matching my own. Kira dipped a finger into her pussy, only sliding a couple of inches inside, teasing her swollen cunt as she started to push back against the penetration. I longed to be there, to sink between my daughter's legs and to lap against her maturing flesh.