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 Archive name: Sorded2.txt
 Authors name: Chili Repost
 Story Title : Sordid Conception - Part 2/7
 (inc, mother/son)

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 SORDID CONCEPTION - PART 2
 BY CHILI PEELER 


     "How do you want it tonight, Mom?" he asked up at
 her.
     "I'll let you decide, baby," she said, smoothing
 his hair off his forehead in a motherly instinct. She
 could almost bet money on the position he'd choose.
     "In that case, Mother dear," Brad began, a big
 smile on his face, "Assume the position......of doggy
 submission!" He pulled his fingers from her pussy and
 sat up on his haunches, his hard peter sticking up
 from his hairy pubes like a Stonehendge monolith. 
     Sharon's bet would have paid off. Her son just
 loved to take her from behind. She liked just about
 any position if the truth was known.
     "You're so predictable, Brad," she teased, sitting
 up and then twisting her body over so she was in the
 position he wanted, crouching on her hands and knees
 in front of him. She began stacking the two pillows
 just in front of her as Brad moved between her calves,
 his right hand coming up to stroke her puffy pouch of
 pussy nestled between the top of her thighs while his
 left hand lay on her butt.
     "I can't help it if I love seeing your ass like
 this...you got a great ass, Mom," Brad said compli-
 mentary. His knees spread her legs wider and his
 fingers dipped back into her slippery slot. "I love
 to drive my hips into it while I fuck you."
     Sharon finished stacking the pillows, smiling at
 Brad's bawdy talk and the way he was massaging the
 inside of her cunt with his fingers. Her husband never
 would have been able to use such language and she
 never would have experienced it if she's settled down
 with some older suitor from town.
     "You like to watch it shake while you screw me?"
 Sharon asked, giving him tit-for-tat. She looked back
 at him and could almost see his mind trying to think
 up a comeback.
     "You know it, Momma.....it real shakes when I'm
 throwing Big Chubby to ya!" His left hand squeezed
 her asscheek to punctuate his statement.  Big Chubby
 was the affectionate nickname for his penis which he
 used with all too much regularity.
     "Oh Brad, you're such a rude thing!" Sharon said,
 moving her pussy back and forth suggestively around
 his digits, fucking herself on them.  She was more
 than ready for Brad to put Big Chubby to use.
     "You love my rudeness, Mom. So prim and proper by
 day but when we get in this bed....man, you like it
 down and dirty, don't you?" He was almost laughing at
 her as he drew his fingers from her satin-slick slot
 and moved even closer behind her, his figure now
 seeming to loom over her upthrust ass. His eyes were
 on her face as he dipped his knees slightly and
 slapped his stiff prick up against her womanhood. It
 was apparent that he wanted an answer before he con-
 tinued.
     "You know I'm no angel, baby. An angel doesn't
 sleep with her own son." Her words pleased Brad; he
 began to smile. She went further. "An angel doesn't
 get down on her hands and knees and let her son fuck
 her all night!"
     That got him. She turned her face away from him
 and held her breath as he directed the tip of his
 cock against the flower of her pussyhole and pushed
 strongly. After all the times he had done this, he
 knew just the right pressure to apply to sock the
 fat head of his fucker past the resisting ring of her
 pussy portal.
     His hearty cry of "I'm going to fuck you all
 night!" completely covered her "AAAAHHHHHHH!" of
 pleasure and pain as he entered her. She closed her
 eyes and bit her lower lip for the few seconds of
 discomfort but it went away quickly.
     "Oh yeaaahhh!" Brad gasp. "Get ready to get
 fucked, you dirty, dirty angel." 
     Sharon's mouth fell open as her son began pushing
 the rest of his thick fuckstick through her splayed
 cunt lips. It felt like a fire hydrant being stuffed
 up her pussy but she was used to it, welcomed it.
     "Shit, I love your pussy, Mom....you take it so
 easy," Brad grunted as his strong hands held her ass
 and he shoved his hefty schlong in inch by wide inch. 
     "Uh....it's not that easy, baby," Sharon said
 through gritted teeth.  He always compared her to
 girls his own age that he dated and fucked; those high
 school honeys with their thin hips sometimes hadn't
 reached to the point of maturity where they could
 accommodate her son or just didn't want to try. She'd
 been only too happy to cure his blue balls after those
 occasions.
     "Sure it is....Tell me this isn't easy!" With a
 big final push, he sank his last three inches into her
 begrudging cunt in a bull rush.
     "Oooooooohmigod!" Sharon squealed at his impolite
 charge up her. Normally if he'd tried something like
 that, she'd have tore into him about being crude and
 uncaring for her feelings. But she was so randy that
 she didn't want to make a point of it. 
     "Sorry, Mom," Brad said lamely.
     "It's all right....just leave it in for a moment,"
 she asked. She wanted her cuntal sheath to fully
 expand before her son started banging away.
     As they stayed still in the center of her bed,
 she dipped her head down to look back under her body.
 One thing about their taboo sex that she loved was to
 watch her pussy getting fucked by Brad. Watching his
 man-cock pump into her welcoming womb was so erotic!
     Taking him on her hands and knees was her least
 favorite position for viewing the penetration but,
 through her dangling titties, she could watch his nuts
 and that held some charm.
     'They're going to give Brenda what she wants... a
 big load or two of potent baby cream," Sharon thought.
 Brad just exuded virility and she was sure in her mind
 that he could knock up his sister-in-law if given the
 chance. She knew another thing that kept Brad coming
 back for more, besides his natural Oedipallic yearning,
 was the opportunity to fuck her without a condom; she'd
 had her tubes tied after he was born. He swore her
 pussy was the first and the only one that he'd cracked
 his nuts in. 
     She steadied herself on her left hand as she
 reached back between her legs with the right. Her
 fingertips roamed over her exposed clit for a few
 delightful strums before she dipped her shoulder a
 little more and took Brad's balls in the palm of her
 hand.
     "You're ready," she heard Brad say from above and
 behind her. His heavy balls slid off her hand as he
 pulled his cock out of her cunt halfway and then
 pushed it back in strongly. Sharon made a grab for his
 swinging scrotum as it bumped up against her fingers
 but he was already into his second thrust, his balls
 escaped her as they swung away. She satisfied herself
 with feeling the underside of his moving shaft and her
 bulging, sparsely-haired labia as Brad slid his hands
 forward to grab her waist, his fingers digging into
 her skin.
     "MMmmmmHHmmm.....yesssss....uhhh....uuhhh," she
 trilled and puffed and grunted in front of her hung
 son as he fucked her like a cur in the middle of her
 bed, the same bed where his father had lain with her
 for years and years. God help her, Brad was better,
 so much better!
     Her bed began its familiar squeaking, the rhythmic
 squawking of the mattress coils heralding another hot
 coupling of mother and son. They fucked silently for
 several minutes, each content to just enjoy the act
 without expounding about the shameful sensations
 emanating from their sex organs.
     "You got hot pussy...." Brad finally grunted
 behind her in imperfect English, "...fucking awesome!"
 His erection plumbed her nice and hard, the only speed
 he seemed to know.
     Sharon steadied herself on both hands again,
 closing her eyes and tilting her head back toward her
 shoulders. Brad's hips smashed against her bottom
 again and again, sending her soft ass rippling and
 shaking just like he'd wanted as his rigid rod flashed
 in her oozing quim.
     "Yesssss....uhhh....uuhhh...get me off....baby,
 get Momma off!" she pleaded hotly, wiggling her ass
 prevertedly, goading her young lover to fuck her
 harder. Brad didn't rise to the bait - he get fucking
 her hard but didn't shift into the higher gears she
 knew he had.
     He did however dip his hands under her hips, his
 body leaning over her slightly as his fingers tortured
 her unhooded clit. His fingers were clumsy, riding on
 her supersensitive knob of nerves, pulling and pushing
 her slick downy-soft cunt lips to and fro but he knew
 the extra stimulation would put her into orbit.
     "Ah...fuck!" he hissed close to her ear. "Squeeze
 my dick....yeah, that's it, Mom!  Ah, fuck yeah...make
 it tight....then let it cum...aahhh ....aahhhh."
     Sharon used her deep cunt muscles on her son's
 pounding pud, squeezing the front half of his horse
 cock when it delved between them. His words and fingers
 were sweeping her toward a great orgasm where control
 of her cunt would be lost.
     "Fuck me.....do it harder!" she croaked as she let
 her face and shoulders fall into the stacked pillows
 before her, afraid her arms were going to give out any
 second. Her son's legs pushed her knees forward a few
 inches, making her arch her back and raise her ass
 higher. He quickly straightened up, grabbing her
 jiggling cheeks with his strong mitts as he shifted
 into overdrive. 
     "AAAHHH.....yeaaaahh!" Brad groaned. "Hold that...
 pussy up! FUCKIN' YOUR TIGHT CUNT!"
     Sharon hugged the pillows as her fiery fuck-furrow
 exploded in a juice-squirting, topsy-turvy climax. She
 fought to even breath as her sex jerked and shimmied
 around Brad's unrelenting barrage of cock thrusts.
     "UUUUUHHHGGHHHHAAAAHHHHH!" she moaned in release,
 just blown away by her son's powerful fucking.
     Things got confusing for awhile, she lost track of
 time but she came out of the fuck funk feeling Brad's
 hands under her armpits, pulling her upper body upward.
     "Get up..I want you up," she realized Brad was
 saying. "Yeah..I want you just like this!"
     No sooner had she gotten her arms under her, than
 Brad grabbed her by the shoulders and began lunging
 into her still-shivering sex. He was laying into her
 so hard and pulling back on her shoulders so powerfully
 that Sharon thought the back of her head would bump
 against her tailbone!
     "TAKE IT.....TAKE IT, MOM!.....AAAAAUUUUGGGGHHH!"
     Mercifully, Sharon felt hot rush of her baby's cum
 in her stretched cunt as he shoved in deep. His twitch-
 ing tool sent her into a follow-up mini-orgasm, the two
 of them panting in her bed while his cream mixed with
 her juices in the confines of her cunt.
     The world outside spun on unknowingly.

     "Brad, I want you to do something for me," Sharon
 said later as they lay on their backs beside each
 other.
     "God, Mom. Are you horny tonight or what?" Brad
 misunderstood what she'd meant but neither had to get
 up early in the morning. Another go-round would
 probably occur if her pussy could take it.  She rolled
 on her side toward him, raising up on her elbow and
 draping her arm across his chest.
     "I didn't say 'something to me', I said 'for me'
 but I think you'll enjoy it as much.....we've got a
 crisis in the family."
     "Yeah, what might that be?" he asked, rubbing her
 arm.
     "Brenda and Chris have been trying to have a baby
 for quite a while and Brenda's found out that Chris is
 the problem."
     "What? You mean he's got no pop-in-the-pistol?"
     "Well, he's got some 'pop'," Sharon said mimicking
 him, "but the odds aren't good and Brenda wants a baby.
 ...even if it's not Chris's."
     Brad looked from the ceiling to her face.
     "Brenda has agreed to let you impregnate her....
 that is, if you want."
     "No shit!"
     "I'm not joking," Sharon assured her lucky son,
 "We were talking about it when you came in today. I've
 seen the way you look at Brenda... I hope you don't
 mind me volunteering you for the task."
     "And Chris is in the dark about this?" Brad asked,
 trying to hide his obvious interest.
     "Yes. It has to be that way too. He can't ever find
 out."
     "So, Brenda said it was O.K. for me to fuck her?"
 Brad's concern about Chris's feelings disappeared fast
 enough.
     "It's not going to be like you and me, honey. It's
 going to have to be done with, uh, some detachment.
 She's just looking to get pregnant...it would be a no-
 frills thing." 
     "My cock's going to be shooting cum in her pussy
 and you call that no-frills?!" Brad said with a naughty
 gleam in his eyes. "I'd call that frills deluxe!"
     "I didn't say you weren't going to enjoy yourself,"
 Sharon said, kissing him tenderly for a moment. "You'll
 just have to act like you aren't."
     "That'll be hard, Mom. Brenda's such little sexpot.
 ...almost as hot as you," he added, his fingers moving
 up her arm and onto her right breast.
     "Brad, you say the nicest things," Sharon sighed,
 moving her hand down his stomach to touch his hardening
 prick. "Is this because of me or because of Brenda?"
     "Both of you," Brad said, rolling her on her back
 and moving over her. "But Brenda's not here, so you'll
 have to do."

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     'I should have my head examined for even thinking
 about this,' Brenda thought as she drove to her mother-
 in-law's house the next afternoon. But she had made up
 her mind to go through with Sharon's solution. It made
 sense in every way.
     And there was that illicit element that made it
 even exciting. She could use some excitement if the
 truth be known.
     Chris was a very predictable sort in bed. There
 wasn't a lot of variation in their lovemaking. He
 wanted to be sucked for awhile and then he got on
 top and went as long as he could. That had been very 
 exciting when they were dating but, after years of
 marriage, the luster was wearing off.
     Brenda thought again about Brad. He had a lot of
 growing up to do but there was something that was very
 exciting about his untamed manners. It was like having
 Tarzan in the family.
     She squirmed in the car seat as she recalled the
 wild dream that she'd had about Brad the previous
 night. She knew enough about dreams to know that
 things seen or heard in a previous day often made
 their way into dreams. So she shouldn't have been
 surprised she'd have a sexual dream. But her part in
 the dream had shocked her.
     In the dream, she'd practically raped Brad! The
 scene had been his mother's bedroom but she wasn't
 covered up, hiding her body. She'd been naked and
 pulling off a pair of shorts that Brad had on at the
 beginning of the portion of the dream that she could
 remember. The shorts had come off and Brad had had
 this super cock. Obviously, he couldn't have one like
 the one she dreamed up - it was maybe eighteen inches
 long! She'd pushed Brad on his back on the bed and
 climbed on top of him, steering his unbelievable organ
 right up into her ready pussy, sinking down on it
 until it was somehow all the way inside her. Then
 she'd bounced on it like a banshee until it unleashed
 a huge blast of sperm right where she needed it.
     But she hadn't stopped there! She'd dismounted
 from Brad's wilting surrealistic dick and scooted back
 until she was straddling his knees.  Then she'd taken
 that big, slimy dick in her mouth and sucked and
 jacked on it like a porno star.
     She'd wanted it to get rock hard again so she
 could get more of his seed in her fertile womanhood.
 But the damn thing had gone off in her mouth, shooting
 blasts of wasted cum right down her throat. Whimpering
 in disappointment and disbelief at Brad's ability to
 produce so much sperm, she'd swallowed it down and
 kept right on sucking. 
     Brad's monster staff of life had stayed hard and
 she'd pulled him on top of her, spreading her legs
 wide, letting Brad ram his long prong impossibly deep
 in her cummy cunt. She'd started having orgasm after
 orgasm as he pounded her. It had been so unbelievable
 but so real!
     Finally, Brad had hosed her innards with what felt
 like a quart of baby juice. Almost immediately, Brenda
 had felt that she was pregnant, that a new life was
 being born. Even before Brad had pulled out, her belly
 had started to grow, bulging to full-term shape in
 about ten seconds. Then all at once it had snapped back
 to its original flat state and Brad was presenting her
 with her baby. She'd taken it with tears in her eyes,
 pressing a nipple in its mouth, feeling it beginning
 to nurse.....
     That's when she had sat up in bed beside her
 sleeping husband, her breath coming in waves, her body
 tingling with excitement.
     'Brenda, you've got some imagination!' she told
 herself, seeing her mother-in-law's house come into
 view. 'This is just about getting pregnant and that's
 all.'
     But deep down, she knew parts of the dream weren't
 about just having a baby. 

     The doorbell rang and Sharon headed downstairs to
 answer it. It was most likely Brenda, come to discuss
 things with her and Brad. 
     "Brad!" she called down the hallway as she stopped
 at the top of the stairs.
     "Yeah?!" he called back and then stuck his head out
 of his bedroom.
     "That's probably Brenda. Come down when I call
 you."
     "Gotcha."
     "And comb your hair!" she said before heading
 downstairs.
     Entering the front room, she saw it was Brenda
 though the sheer curtains on the inside door.
     "Hi, Brenda. Come on in," she said after opening
 both doors.
     Brenda came in and she said to come into the
 kitchen and have some ice tea that she had made. Brenda
 and she went into the kitchen.
     "You must be working today," Brenda said as she
 sat down at the kitchen table. Sharon was wearing her
 nurse's uniform.
     "Yes, I'm working the overnight shift. Here you
 go." Sharon sat a glass of tea in front of Brenda and
 sat down at the table.
     "Well, what did Brad say?" her daughter-in-law
 asked.
     "Brenda, I must tell you that I have never seen
 Brad so serious as when I told him about your
 problems," Sharon began. She had to lie to Brenda to
 keep things on track. Telling Brenda the truth, that
 Brad was only interested in slipping her his salami,
 would have blown everything. "He sees the reasoning
 behind it. He said he'd would help us and he'd keep
 our secret."
     "Do you trust him, Sharon?" Brenda asked.
     "I do, dear. Brad puts on an act sometime but he
 understands what could happen to our family if this
 gets out. Don't worry about that."
     "Then I guess, if Brad tests O.K., we should plan
 for this coming Thursday. That's the next big day."
     "Let me call Brad down and you can talk to him
 about it," she said.  Sharon walked over to the stairs
 and called up, "Brad! Brenda's here!"  She then walked
 back to the table. "He'll be right down, honey."
     Sharon thought Brenda would be a little nervous
 talking with Brad now that it looked like he was going
 to know her so intimately. But Brenda looked totally
 at ease, even eager to see Brad.
     'Could it be that she's convinced herself so
 totally that this is the right thing to do?' Sharon
 wondered.
     Brad came down the stairs, looking much more
 presentable than usual.  His hair was combed back in
 a ponytail and he was wearing a tennis shirt and nice
 knee-length shorts.
     "Hi, Brenda," her son said with a smile. Then he
 slipped into his usual comedic self, putting on a
 serious voice, he said, "You all know why I've called
 you here today."
     "Brad!" she said exasperatedly. He was going to
 joke his way right out of his chance to lay with
 Brenda and deny her a grandchild.
     "Sharon, it's O.K.," Brenda said, waving her hand
 at her. "Some levity is what we need right now. Sit
 down, Brad."
     Sharon was impressed by the way Brenda was acting.
 She seemed to be in control of the situation. Brad sat
 down at the table and managed to control himself for
 the next half hour that they talked.
     Brenda impressed on Brad what a baby would mean to
 her and Chris. Brad laid it on a little thick, saying
 that he just wanted her and Chris to be happy but
 Brenda seemed to buy it.
     So their pact was sealed. Brenda would stop by in
 the morning to pick up a sperm sample and take it to
 the out of town clinic for analysis. Sharon was a
 little surprised when Brenda kissed Brad on the cheek
 when she left. It went against the impersonal tone
 they had all put on the actual event.
     
     "How was I, Mom?" Brad asked his mother when she
 came back from walking Brenda out to her car.
     "You were fine, dear," his mother said as she
 cleaned the table.
     "Did you see that kiss she laid on me?" he said
 with a smile. 
     "Honey, that was a very innocent kiss," his mother
 said with a small laugh.
     "Yeah, but you didn't see her grab my ass, too!"
     "Brad, I just don't know about you sometimes," she
 said shaking her head but smiling. "I better head to
 work."
     Brad wished she didn't have to run off. His mother
 looked pretty hot in her nurse's uniform. He made a
 mental note to see if she might go for wearing it one
 night.
     "What are you going to do tonight?" she asked be-
 fore she left.
     "Nothing planned. It's a Sunday, so there aren't
 any parties. Maybe I ought to study."
     "Study?" his mother said in surprise. Hitting the
 books was not what he did and it was the summer anyway.
     "Yeah...for my sperm test!" he said, springing the
 old joke on her.
     "You are a comedian," his mother said sarcastically
 as he laughed at his own joke. Then she said, "I don't
 think you have to worry. From someone who's been on the
 receiving end, I'm betting you'll test just fine."
     "Oooh, Mom. You sure you have to go to work right
 anyway?"
     "Yes. So keep it in your pants." 
     He managed to give her ass a quick feel when she
 kissed him good-bye. She told him where dinner was in
 the fridge and then she was gone, leaving him to think
 about Brenda and what was to come.

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     It was eight o'clock the next morning when Sharon
 pulled her car into her garage and went inside her
 house. She'd been on duty for fourteen hours at the
 hospital, although she'd been able to sleep for three
 hours during the night thanks to a rotation they had
 worked out among the nurses on duty. She was a little
 fatigued but she would wait until after Brenda stopped
 by to pick up Brad's sperm sample.
     She entered the kitchen to find the empty cartons
 of two twelve-paks of Olympia near the sink.
     'Looks like Brad had some company last night,' she
 thought.
     She looked in the livingroom and saw empty potato
 chip bags and beer cans on the coffee table. It looked
 like Brad and some of his friends had spent the night
 drinking and watching TV.
     She checked the rest of the downstairs for any of
 Brad's sleeping friends but found none. She then went
 into the kitchen and took a wine glass out of the cup-
 board. Twirling the thin stalk of the glass between
 her fingers, she made her way upstairs.
     She went into her bedroom, kicked off her rubber
 soled nurse shoes and went into the bathroom and
 brushed her teeth. Doing the overnight shift, she had
 drunk a lot of coffee and it always left a taste in
 her mouth.
     Taking the wine glass, she then walked down the
 upstairs hallway. She looked in the guest bedroom and
 found it empty. Likewise, the small den where she did
 the family bookkeeping. That only left her son's room
 to check out.
     She knocked very lightly and then opened the door.
 Her son was sprawled on his bed, face down and naked.
 He was alone which was something of a relief. There
 wouldn't be any girls to chase away.
     Sharon walked to the side of his bed, enjoying the
 sight of Brad's nude form yet again. He was 19 but he
 had a more mature body. She was a very lucky woman to
 share a bed with him frequently.
     She sat the wine glass on his bedside table as she
 sat on the side of the bed and shook his shoulder.

 Continued in part 3...

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