Chapter 4

I worked the next day at the store. The old man insisted I take a skin mag but I wasn’t interested. I picked the first one on the shelf and left, in a hurry to get home, but was disappointed not to see Mom’s car in the driveway.

“Hey Dad,” I said when I got in the house. He was in his chair watching a baseball game. “Is Mom home?”

“Nope.”

“Is she going to be home soon?”

“She went to visit Jane. She just left so you’ll have to make your own lunch.”

“Oh, okay.”

I made a quick sandwich, grabbed a coke out of the fridge, and sat down to watch the game while I ate it. However, I felt uncomfortable sitting near Dad knowing he had been wacking off to pictures of him getting blown by his mother, and fucking her. It was nothing I wouldn’t do but it bothered me anyway so I took the rest of my sandwich and coke and went upstairs.

I finished the sandwich in my room and was polishing off the coke when I remembered the big soother Dad had put in Grandma’s mouth. I wondered if he still had it. I mean, how could he throw away a memento like that?

Sneaking down the hallway, I listened to make sure Dad was still watching the game. Carefully, I opened his bedroom door and slipped inside, going directly to his bedside table. There wasn’t anything in it of interest. I looked around. In the closet, I searched for an old shoe box that might hold old stuff but there wasn’t anything like that. Wandering back into the room, I looked around until my eyes settled on the dresser.

Dad had a tall chest of drawers and the uppermost layer was split into three half-height drawers. The soother was in the back of the middle one. I turned it over in my hands, surprised that the plastic wasn’t brittle and cracked from age. It was slick as if it had been recently oiled, like a gun barrel. Someone had taken great care to preserve this ancient artifact.

I stuffed the soother into my jacket pocket, carefully pushed the middle drawer closed, and left Dad’s room. I went downstairs and told Dad I was going out.

“Will you be back in time for dinner?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“What time should I tell her you’ll be home?”

The question caught me off guard. It wasn’t something Dad usually worried about.

“In case there’s anything she wants you to do,” Dad added by way of explanation.

“Uh, well, I have to work at the store this afternoon so it’ll probably be late.”

“Okay, son.”

I hadn’t meant to lie to Dad but I didn’t want him to expect me home soon. I wasn’t going anywhere but downstairs to the hideaway and I didn’t want to be bothered. Walking around the side of the house, it struck me that the reason Dad gave for wanting to know when I’d be home didn’t ring true. If he thought Mom had something she wanted me to do he would have told me to be there. It seemed more like he wanted to know for himself when I would be home, or more specifically, when I wouldn’t be.

I shrugged and pushed the half-height basement window open, then shimmied through it backwards and dropped on the mattress in the hideaway. I reached up to pull the window closed.

“Holy shit! ... Mom! You scared the shit out of me.”

“Shhhh. You’ll wake the dead.”

“I thought you went to Jane’s.”

“That’s what I told your father. Do you have more of these?”

Mom held out one of the plain incest story magazines.

“Uh, yeah.”

Mom smiled sweetly. “Well, can you get me one?”

“You’ve read all the ones here,” I pointed at the pile beside the mattress.

She just smiled and kept holding out the magazine so I took it, bent down to pick up the rest, and exited through the narrow bookshelf into the rumpus room. I don’t know why but I didn’t want to let Mom see the where the magazines were stashed but there wasn’t any way around it. I pulled the little drawer out of the table beside Dad’s chair, removed the fake floor and pulled out a half dozen magazines, then replaced the used ones and the drawer.

Mom eagerly took the pile of magazines and immediately started reading the first one. I laid down beside her. I didn’t feel like reading so I just watched her read. She ignored me. Quite a few minutes passed before I worked up the courage to put my hand on her. It was silly after what had happened but there it was. I only put my hand on her hip but as soon as I did she flipped over onto her side and my hand slipped off.

She was intent on the magazine so I put my hand back on her hip and slowly patted her hip, then slipped my hand down to pat her waist. Mom totally ignored what I was doing so I returned to her hip and ran my hand down the outside of her thigh and then back up, making sure to drag her dress up her leg. I kept this up for several minutes until Mom’s dress had been pulled right up onto her hip.

I was now stroking her bare thigh, at least down to the tops of her thigh-high stockings. I dipped the tip of my fingers under the edge of the thigh-high and used that as an excuse to slip around the inside of her thigh. When I traced a path back up her leg, but this time on the inside of her thigh, Mom didn’t even flinch. I cuddled closer to her, pleased with the tacit permission to fondle her leg. I soon moved onto her ass.

I hadn’t been able to play with Mom’s ass before. I had grabbed it only in the passion of fucking her but now I was able to play with it to my heart’s content, caressing her thighs and then each cheek, slipping my fingers into the crack between and slowly urging the panties lower and lower on her buttocks.

I worked my free hand under Mom’s neck and curled my finger around to slip between her lips. That’s when we heard footsteps coming down the stairs.

“It’s Dad,” I whispered.

Using my left hand, I leaned over Mom to pull the blanket back so we could peek through the bookshelves. When Dad came in, I returned my hand to Mom’s ass and pushed her panties all the way off her buttocks, then began massaging her cheeks.

Dad put a tape into the video player, settled into the lazy boy chair, and pushed it back to lift the footrest. Mom was still reading but when the video came on she let the magazine dangle and her gaze shifted to the screen. I ducked my thumb into my palm and pushed the edge of my hand between her cheeks and scraped it through her crack, rubbing the bump beside my index finger along her dark hole.

Grandma wandered into her bedroom which I recognized now as Mom’s except the furniture was really old fashioned and the carpet was replaced by a hardwood floor. She seemed oblivious to the fact that she was being filmed. Calmly, she walked to her dresser and removed her earrings, then kicked off her slippers and unzipped the back of her dress. With a shrug, it slipped off her shoulders and fell to her waist, revealing a white, cotton under garment. Grandma pushed the dress over her hips and down her legs, looked at her reflection with some dissatisfaction, and starting undoing the severe bun constraining her hair.

Grandma shook her head and tossed her long hair around in a semicircle. Her hands lifted it up the sides of her head and threw it backwards. She arched her back and thrust her small breasts against the cotton under garment. Clearly, she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

I leaned against Mom’s hip and pushed. She twisted forward, lifting her upper leg. My hand now slipped easily between her legs, inside her panties, and my fingers stretched upward, sliding on either side of her slit. Mom leaned right over onto her tummy. I was so excited I could hardly breathe.

My hands slid back to fondle the twin apples of her butt, which were round and firm, then down between her legs to probe her slit. I watched for any sign I had gone too far but Mom was watching Dad, or rather, the movie of Grandma.

Grandma was removing the cotton underwear now, far more slowly than she had doffed the dress. One shoulder was already bare and as I watched she pushed it off the other. I waited for it to fall, eagerly awaiting the appearance of her small tits, but the cotton sheath caught on Grandma’s nipples and hung there. It was an amazing picture. It was hard to reconcile the awesomely sexy woman on the screen with the old woman I had known as a child.

The sound of creaking vinyl grew louder as Dad also became more excited by the film of his mother. Mom was breathing faster and I was torn between watching her and watching my grandmother. Mom won but when she suddenly sucked in her breath I looked back at the screen.

Dad had appeared behind Grandma. He reached around and flicked the under garment off her nipples. It slipped easily over the smooth skin of her tummy, past her hips and down her legs, leaving her stark naked. She was a gorgeous woman with a big head of hair, her slender body embossed with perky tits capped by substantial nipples.

Dad reached around and Mom sucked in her breath again, as did I, expecting him to cup those beautiful tits and tweak the nipples but he didn’t. Instead his hand covered Grandma’s mouth and pushed his long middle finger inside.

I was stunned. Dad had just done to Grandma what I had accidentally done to Mom to start the amazing series of events that had occurred over the past few weeks. I was about to slip my finger into Mom’s mouth but Dad’s next move stopped me in my tracks. His other arm reached over Grandma’s shoulder, his fingers slipped out of her mouth, and he pushed something inside to fill the vacated orifice.

Dad slipped his hands over Grandma’s shoulders and down her back, caressed the upper swells of her buttocks and slipped around her waist to the front, then up to cup her tits like I had first expected him to. His thumbs flicked Grandma’s nipples as he hung his head over her shoulder to nestle against the side of her face to watch. Then they both looked in the mirror and stared at the big handle of the soother hanging out of Grandma’s mouth.

It may seem silly but that picture was tremendously exciting. Dad fiddled with Grandma’s nipples, squeezed her tits, and rubbed himself against her ass while she sucked on the soother. Several times, he released a tit and used the handle to steer the soother around in Grandma’s mouth. When he did, she pushed her ass back and appeared to grind against his cock with the same motion that he was imposing on the soother.

As Dad became noisier in the Lazy-boy, I became more aggressive. I slipped the fingers of one hand inside Mom’s pussy and the other into her mouth. I tried to move them in unison with the soother and Grandma’s ass on the screen.

I pulled my fingers out of Mom’s pussy and dragged them up the crack of her ass. I was going to push her cheeks apart to rub them with her juices but the tip of my index finger got caught in her little hole. She started for a moment, pulling away, but then pushed back. I pushed the finger in her mouth deeper and at the same time poked my index finger back into her little hole. She moaned around the finger in her mouth so I pushed a second in to help block the sound. Thank God for the squeaking Lazy-boy.

For a minute or two, I was too focused on coordinating the movement of my fingers, and thrilling to the small backwards movements of Mom’s ass, to pay any attention to what was happening on the screen. Then, Mom’s concentration drew me back.

They had moved to the bed. Grandma’s torso was lying across it but her feet were still on the floor. I couldn’t understand how they could still be on film ninety degrees from the action at the dresser. Had they taken time to reposition the camera—not so easy I’m sure with ancient film equipment—or had there been two cameras filming in the first place and this was a spliced film?

I was leaning toward the latter explanation and at the same time wondering why I should care when I realized that my father had entered his mother from behind and was still manipulating the soother in her mouth with one hand while the other gripped her shoulder.

Dad pulled his hand away from Grandma’s shoulder and slid it slowly down her back, scratching along her spine. There wasn’t much of a reaction until the hand reached her buttocks and then, after a brief pause, she arched her back and lifted her head. I wished the film had sound because I’m sure there would have been a loud groan, a groan of pure, raw pleasure judging from Grandma’s body language. The Lazy-boy rocked and Mom moaned. She was so ready.

I stripped off my jacket and then my shirt, struggled to undo my pants and hurriedly pushed them down, suddenly afraid that Mom would come before I could get into her. Leaning above her ass, I started to line my cock up with her pussy but changed my mind. I wanted to be completely naked on top of her and wanted her to be the same way. Stark naked, lying together, fucking, just feet away from my father.

I rolled onto my back, lifted my knees and pulled my pants and undershorts down my legs and off my feet, then peeled my socks off. I felt a lump pressing into my back. I was lying on my discarded jacket and in the pocket, I realized, was the giant soother, probably the same one plugging Grandma’s mouth in the film.

I pulled my jacket out and got the soother then straddled Mom’s thighs. She was still intent on the film and I could see why. While slowly fucking her from behind, Dad was working something into Grandma’s butt, by the looks of it, his thumb. I had intended on putting the soother into Mom’s mouth stopped mid-reach, captivated by the sight of Dad working his thumb in Grandma’s ass. Suddenly, his hand rose to Grandma’s mouth, yanked the soother out, and disappeared with it behind her back while he filled her mouth with two fingers from his other hand.

My own arm dropped slowly until my hand rested on Mom’s back, between her shoulder blades. It slid down to the middle of her back. I looked down, feeling kind of stunned, and watched my hand pull up the rise of Mom’s buttocks and slide along the crack of her ass, dragging the soother with it. Still feeling disconnected, I twisted the soother until it’s rubbery tip was pointing straight down between Mom’s cheeks, then pushed.

It bent and flopped around but after several attempts it found the notch I was seeking, the entrance to my mother’s most secret of places. I pushed but the resistance was too great. I pushed again and wiggled the soother while keeping up a steady pressure. The resistance was still too great to overcome but then suddenly, the soother plunged forward. I thought it had bent and slipped from between Mom’s cheeks but then realized Mom’s head had lifted and was slowly lowering back to the mattress. The soother had plugged itself into Mom’s butt!

My hand fell off the handle and I stared at the soother, wiggling as Mom’s cheeks clenched and relaxed, then tightened again and released. I leaned forward and found the zipper at the top of Mom’s dress and dragged it down slowly to minimize the chance of being heard. Mom wasn’t wearing a bra which was strange because, to my knowledge, she always did. Carefully, I peeled the dress off her shoulders and slid her arms through the sleeves, then pulled the dress over her hips, down her legs and off. We were now both quite nude.

I retook possession of the soother’s handle and started manipulating it in Mom’s ass. Taking a cue from the film, I reached forward and slid two fingers into Mom’s mouth, then synchronized the movements of both hands. Wiggling forward, I managed to get my cock between Mom’s legs and nudged it against her very wet pussy. Without really meaning to yet, it easily slipped inside so I shoved it all the way in.

I sat astride Mom, fingering her mouth and wiggling the soother, while I fucked her from behind. I didn’t look again at the film though Mom watched it intently, sucking on my fingers and pushing her ass up in response to the constant motion of the soother. I especially loved the squeezes from her cunt because it made me feel good to know she appreciated my cock.

I fucked and fucked, as quietly as I could, and in no hurry. I wanted to enjoy this for as long as I could. Mom came at least once and possibly a second time, turning her head into the pillow and forcing my fingers out of her mouth. I didn’t replace them but satisfied myself with stroking her back, mostly along her spine, but also across her shoulders. Once, I dragged her head back but it didn’t look comfortable for her so I eased it back onto the pillow.