Keep It in the Family 03

Chapter 3 - My twin daughters

After my elder son Michael's ultimatum, that I had to persuade my twin daughters to let him and his brother fuck them the day after they got back from summer camp, I realised that I actually had had a bit of a reprieve. He was playing in a baseball game in the city, and Tony was going to watch as well, wanting to find out, perhaps, if Michael shoving his baseball bat up my cunt was going to bring him luck. Even so, it would give me only twenty-four hours to work something out, and I had no idea how I was going to do it.

The problem was that now my sons had not just pictures of me naked, but much more potent ones of me fucking him and his brother, and I was sure that he'd inherited enough of my character that he would send them to the pastor if I didn't comply. It wouldn't exactly do him or his younger brother any good, but it would destroy all of the life I had built up as and elder in our local church. Even if he didn't do that, showing them to my parents, or my sister and brothers would likely be enough to ruin my life.

I wondered if I would have told my sister, Christine, about my sons, had she lived closer to me. Twins ran in the female side of our family, it seemed. Christine and I were twins, and our mother was one of twin girls. It was often fun being a twin, as you could get away with things as no one knew which of us to punish. On the other hand, though, we sometimes lost out by being treated as a pair rather than individuals, for example having to dress the same. The best thing, though, was that we always understood each other perfectly, often seeming to know what the other would say before she said it.

We'd both married career men, and these days I suppose people would say we sacrificed our own careers for our husbands, though that wasn't how I felt about it at the time. The awful thing was, though, that Christine's husband was an oil engineer, and first they'd moved to the Gulf of Mexico with his work, and then, even worse to the extreme north of Alaska, all for oil. Even the splendid intimacy of twins couldn't survive that separation intact, and we gradually lost touch, though we had kept up intermittent telephone calls, and more recently emails.

Christine had twin boys, and a lone girl, and I wondered if she'd understand that I felt I had to give in to my sons blackmail. I wondered also if she'd understand my desire to fuck my own daughters, as I had no idea where it came from myself. Of course, Christine and I had explored each other's bodies a bit when they started to change, and I imagine every generation of girls has had a fumble or two at summer camp. However, our upbringing had been strict, and in those days, girls didn't seem to have the inclination or the ability to share images of themselves naked, nor to go further. I was pretty sure that any limited exploration I'd made of lesbian delights hadn't even involved me reaching orgasm.

Things were about to change, though, because Christine's husband had left her, though neither she nor my parents would tell me why, and she was moving back to be closer to me. She'd found a place and a good job in the next town, and it was the last few weeks of closing the deals, so that the k**s could start the new academic year in their new colleges. I was looking forward to having my sister back close to me, but it was just going to come a bit too late to help me talk things through. Indeed, would I ever have the courage to broach the subject with her, twin or no twin?

After the boys had double vaginally penetrated me: three times, actually before we all managed to come together, I'd persuaded them to let me sleep alone, to give me time to develop a plan for their sisters. So, I was laid in bed, tossing and turning, unable to get to sleep as my brain flip-flopped between fantasies of the delights that lay between my daughter's legs and how exactly their tits had developed, and desperately trying to work out how the hell I'd persuade them to let us fuck them. The former set my cunt tingling, but the latter sent shivers of fear through me, as I was sure that Michael would go through with posting the pictures of me if I failed.

I must have drifted off to sleep, but I woke hot and sweating in the middle of the night, dreaming of what I wanted to do with my little girls. Unfortunately, this only made me want them more, and I had to masturbate - well, twice actually, once for each daughter you might say - before I could get back to sleep.

When I woke in the morning it was late, and the boys had obviously gone off for the pre-match practice and the game itself. I still had no clue what I was going to do when my daughters came back, so I threw myself into the classic housewife's diversionary activities of baking and housekeeping. It wasn't such a bad idea, because all of the fucking we'd been doing had meant that between me and my sons, there was a much bigger backlog of underclothes to wash than normal, and when I looked carefully, there were rather a lot of tell-tale white stains on the floors and chairs from our activities, which I had to clean up.

I still had no idea how to approach the girls, though I'd deliberately put on a loose top and a medium-length cotton skirt, with a skimpy pair of white panties underneath, which I thought might provide an opener, and at least easy access to my bits if needed. If the worst came to the worst, I thought, I could simply tell them about Michael's blackmail threat, and leave me at their mercy. I'd only just grabbed a sandwich and a coffee for lunch when I heard the bus honk outside, and I knew that Lucy and Chloe were about to arrive, and I'd have to decide what to do.

The door slammed back as they came bouncing through it, flinging their large, soft bags to one side, and running over to hug me. When I say bounced, I mean it literally, as I could see that they weren't wearing bras under their thin tops. I could still remember when my own breasts used to bounce up as much as down when I ran, and as was the case with me, the friction of the top had made their nipples stiff, as I could see from the mobile bumps moving around in front of me.

They looked lovely in their loose, thin tops and short pleated shirts, reminding me of the way Christine used to look when she was that age. Yes, I know, as we were twins, that must have meant they looked like me, but I'd always struggled with seeing myself the way others see me.

"Hi, Mom ..."

"Where's the boys ..."

"Are we too late for lunch ..."

"We've got lots of dirty washing ..."

When I managed to quieten them down a bit, I made them each a sandwich, and after they had snaffled them down, I got them to bring the bag with the dirty washing into the utility room. Fortunately, the washing I had put on had nearly finished, so I would be able to move it over to the dryer. I opened the bag to see what needed washing, whether it would go in one load, and whether I needed to separate things out. Shit, as I opened the bag I could see it was mostly underwear, and I was almost overwhelmed with the overpowering scent of teenage cunt. I'd never been affected quite that way before, so maybe it was my reducing female hormones as I headed to the menopause which made me react more like a man, the same way I'd suddenly found myself attracted to the look of a woman's vulva.

"Wow... " was all I managed to get out before Chloe interrupted me.

"Sorry, Mom, they're a bit ripe, aren't they?"

"We probably should have washed more at the camp, with all the activities we were doing."

"Oh, it's alright girls. I guess Auntie Christine and I wouldn't have been any different when we were your age. Did you know, though, that your smell is really important in determining which men find you attractive? Subconsciously, men are most attracted to women who have a complementary spectrum of antibodies, so their c***dren have the best chance of being resistant to the biggest range of diseases."

"Mom, stop it. You're just making it up. That can't be right."

"Oh yes, it is. I saw a PBS program where they did a profile of the presenter's immune system, a university professor, and of six female university students, about your age actually. They the students slept in some sort of T-shirt, and they bottled them up when they took them off. The professor then smelled the bottles, and ranked them in terms of their attractiveness. When they compared this with their immune compatibilities, he only got two the wrong way around, and these were the closest on the science, but he had the best and worst absolutely right."

"Euw, I wouldn't want to do it. It can't be right, though, Mom, surely?"

"Yes it is, apparently. There's quite a few publications now. The only mystery is how the immune profile determines the smell, and how the man can decode it. a****ls have been using scent for millennia, so why not us? I think really it must be the smell of our pussies, not underarm, because it's so much more intense and distinctive, isn't it, and I think the professor should really have smelled their knickers, not their tops. The funniest think is that a lot of women are embarrassed about the way they smell, so what do they try to cover it with? Some sort of perfume, where the base is most often something like musk, which is the anal gland secretions from a deer or some other a****l. What sort of men do they think that is going to attract?"

"Perhaps that's why so many men behave like a****ls," Lucy said, smiling.

At least I thought it was Lucy, but I found it so hard to tell when they dressed the same, as they so often did, having complaining about it for years when I dressed them that way as c***dren.

"Hang on, Mom. We're twins, so presumably our immune systems are identical. Do you mean to tell me our scents are identical, not just alike?"

"Well, I think that must be the case. But why don't we do the experiment? We'd better not use anything from the washing bag, because they have been mixed up, and may have changed since you took them off. Best take off the ones you're wearing."

There was, of course, method in my madness. Ever since I'd seen their bouncy breasts and smelled their dirty panties, my cunt had been driving me wild, wanting me to stop worrying about what my sons wanted, and just to find a way of fucking them myself. My two gorgeous daughters at first looked a bit shocked, but then they looked at each other, and I could see some of that unspoken twin dialogue between them, and they turned back to me, smiling.

"Are you sure this is just about the science, Mom?"

Damn. They hadn't fallen for it, I thought, but then one of them, probably Chloe, slowly put her hand up under her skirt. As she felt around for the top of her panties, Lucy did the same. They kept looking at me as they slowly pulled them down. Double damn, it looked as if they were going to be able to slip them down from under their skirts without even giving me the merest glimpse of their cunts. I suppose my gaze must have flicked up from sub-waist to their faces, and one of them gave me a big grin, and then hoisted up her skirt, and the other followed, drawing my eyes further south again.

Shit, I was trembling with anticipation as the waistband of their white panties went past the top of their pussy hair, then my vagina seemed as if it had sprung a leak. I saw that they had trimmed lower down, giving me a stunning view of their labia, dangling proudly down from their slits, pinker than mine.

I loved my labia. If I were upset or worried, I found that playing with my ears helped. It wasn't in itself sexual, but it was comforting in the same way as sucking a thumb, or tugging at earlobes, and I guessed it worked the same way, by releasing enkephalins, the brain's internal morphine. One of my first boyfriends told me I was deformed, and nobody would want me, but when I told my mother, she told me everyone was like that, and my sister Christine definitely was, so I stopped worrying about it.

Having been introduced to the world of internet porn by my sons, though, I discovered two things. First was that women's vulvas are much more, delightfully, varied, which was great. The second thing that wasn't, though, was how many of the really young girls seemed to have almost no lips at all, just a slit. Michael said that often celebs and rich young girls had plastic surgery to have their labia removed, as they thought they looked better, and that was what men wanted. I thought it was such a shame, and deserved the same censure as the sort of genetic mutilation which some cuItures still practice, and even without surgery, I suspected it was mostly only girls with tiny labia who were brave enough to post.

I was so fixated on their labia that I almost missed the fact that both of them had a tattoo of a blue bird just above their hair, and over to the right side. Typical twins: even where they could have chosen something different, they had the same. I remembered Christine and I going in to a clothes shop and coming out with the same thing, even when we didn't know what the first one had bought.

"Mom. Hey, Mom, MOM!" Lucy shouted, bringing me back to reality. "You're supposed to be taking these panties, and making us smell them with our eyes shut to see if we can tell any difference, not studying our cunts."

"LUCY! Wash your mouth out with soap! I thought we didn't use words like that."

"We fucking do now we're over eighteen, Mom," Chloe added, smiling.

I might have blushed I think, but I sheepishly took the panties each of them offered me. Fucking hell, as I caught hold of them and felt their warmth and dampness, I thought I was going to come, even though by then they'd dropped their skirts, unfortunately. Still, while I couldn't see their pussies any more, the images of them were burned into my brain. I looked inside the panties at the inevitable little stains, and based on this, for once I was able to work out how to remember which ones came from which girl.

I shuffled them around behind me back, and told the girls to close their eyes. I held them out, and each of them sniffed each of the panties, and so, of course, did I, drinking deep of the lovely scent of my daughters. As I confidently expected, none of us could distinguish between them. I had the extra difficulty that I was enjoying the scent of my daughters vaginal secretions so much, that I kept forgetting to try.

"OK, Mom. You've made you're point - but maybe we couldn't smell the difference between anyone else's either."

"No, Mom, Lucy's right. Given that you started this, how about you letting us smell yours? After all, we're half you genetically, so if we can tell ours from yours, we'll believe you totally," Chloe said, with a wicked grin on her face.

They were certainly going to get the full scent of me, as I felt another gush of cum leak out of my slit, making my panties even damper than they were before.

"Lucy! Chloe! I'm your mother! You can really expect me to let you sniff my knickers."

"Oh, but we do Mom. After all, you've just sniffed ours, and I wouldn't mind betting it wasn't the first time you've done it."

I was, of course, going to let them, but I wanted to draw it out as long as I could. I put my hand up my skirt and tugged the waistband down a little, before acting as if I was embarrassed, only starting again when my daughters urged me again. I tried to look as if I was trying to keep my skirt covering me, but that I was a bit clumsy, but I made sure that so they got a good look at my pussy before my skirt dropped down again as I pulled my panties down to my ankles, and stepped out of them.

I was starting to tingle some more, conscious that now all three of us were naked under our skirts and T-shirts, but I picked up one of their pairs, and shuffled it and mine behind my back.

"Shut your eyes girls, and tell me if you can smell any difference, and tap which hand you think has yours."

They did as I said, and I had a quick sniff myself, before holding out my hands under their noses. There certainly was a difference. My scent was fresh and strong, and as ever was full of musk and spice, with an overtone that I could only describe as sharp and slightly acrid. The nearest I can think of is the taste of a caper, with that not-quite-vinegary tartness. I hadn't noticed it before, but the girls tended more to the slightly fishy end of the spectrum, though pleasantly so, rather than spicy.

"God, Mom, you smell gorgeous."

"And we can tell which is ours," Lucy said, tapping my right hand. She was correct, of course.

"Right, girls. If we wait for that load to finish, we can put all of these in after I put that load in the dryer."

I was tingling all over, but I was still struggling to work out how to move to the next stage with my daughters; but then they took the initiative.

"We've proved that twins smell the same, and different from their mother. This wasn't what the girls at camp wanted to find out, though. They've always been fascinated with us being twins, and one evening, when the instructors had left us in our tents, someone started talking about how all of our cunts were different - you know, the ear and lip sizes and shapes, and the colours. So, we had to prove that despite that, ours looked the same, though we knew it, of course," Chloe explained.

"What we didn't know, though Mom, was how much of the way we are we inherited from you, or whether it just random," Lucy added. "Here, we'll show you ours, then we can look at yours."

The girls used their arms to get themselves up on to the work surface, and they opened their legs, and pulled their vulvas wide open. I could also see that under their T-shirts their nipples were as stiff as steel rods, and their tits were still jiggling slightly from the way that had sat themselves up. It was all I could do to stop myself dashing over and licking and playing with them.

"Wow, girls, I haven't seen those for a good few years. They're gorgeous. I think your lips are even bigger than mine, but the inside of your slits, and even your assholes are so much paler than mine."

I started to reach out my hands to touch them, but the girls batted my arms away.

"No, no touching, Mom."

"Not yet, anyway. You've got to show us yours, Mom. Come on, we came out of it, so don't be shy. Stop shaking."

Oh, I wasn't shy, but I was having trouble containing myself, and my mind was in a turmoil. I was the one supposed to be doing the seducing, not them. Somehow, they had grabbed the initiative somewhere along the line, and I still had no idea how I was going to get them to agree to letting their brothers fuck them.

Still, the sight of my two daughters' wide-open cunts had really got mine excited. I just wanted to find somewhere to sit, pull myself open, and let my daughters see the inside of my slit and up into my vagina. I turned around, and hoisted myself up on the first space I could find. I pulled my skirt up, opened my legs, then used my hands to pull my lips as wide as I could, letting my daughters see every little detail of my vulva and asshole. I was a bit surprised, if pleased, to see one of them whip out their iPhone and take a quick picture.

What I hadn't realised was that it was the washer I'd chosen to sit on, and even if I had, I'd never have anticipated that it would chose that very moment to start its final, high speed spin. I suppose it was the combination of the view between my daughters' legs, the touch of my fingers opening my own cunt for their inspection, and the powerful vibration of the washer up through me that sent me over the top.

"For God's sake finger me and play with my clit," I yelled, starting to obey my own order, masturbating like crazy in front of my teenage daughters.

For a split second I thought they were going to just watch, but then I saw them look at each other and smile. They then bounded over to me, and almost at the same time they both rammed two fingers into my vagina, and started rubbing my clit with their thumbs, pushing my own fingers out of the way. Not only were my beautiful daughters fucking me with their hands, but they were doing it in one of my favourite ways.

Not so many women realise that most of the clitoris is hidden away between the vulva and the vagina itself, with only the very tip visible and accessible. I discovered a long time ago that if I put a couple of fingers inside me and pressed hard against my thumb which was working my clit, the feelings as I masturbated were so much more intense, and I could come really quickly.

The way the girls were stood in front of me put their hands just at the right height and angle to do this perfectly. And they did. I managed to reach under both their T-shirts, and grab one of their breasts, enjoying the feeling of the nipples pushing against the palm of my hand. The washer had been pretty loaded with my undies and the boys', but maybe it always vibrated the way it did on the final spin. Whatever, the frequency and intensity seemed to resonate right though me, and I knew that however much I wanted not to come so soon, it was out of my control. The girls must have been able to sense it as well.

"Put your fingers in your cunt next to ours, Mom."

I didn't really know which of my daughters had said it, but I let go of her tit, and shoved two of my own fingers up me, joining theirs pressing down from the inside, and I even tried to get my thumb alongside theirs on my clit. Shit, it was just too much, and way too soon, but I fucking came on their fingers. I could hear my cum squelching as they kept playing with me as I wriggled around as I came, and I struggled not to fall off the washer.

"Aaghh! Stop!" I heard myself yelling.

"You're a fucking dirty slut, Mom, and we're not stopping until the washer does."

I never quite realised before just how long the final spin lasts. I came, then came again, and as I felt the washer turn off the spinner motor, I fucking came again, this time even harder than before. I completely lost control, and I suspect that my daughters, and maybe me as well, pressed harder on the wall of my vagina above my bladder, because I squirted. It wasn't a trickle, or even a gentle spray, but a massive jet of liquid which, with my wriggling around, managed to drench the front of my daughters' T-shirts and skirts.

"I'm sorry, girls. Mommy's really ashamed of herself."

I was. Actually I was trebly ashamed. Primarily ashamed at myself for coming so soon the first time. Less ashamed for peeing all over my lovely daughters, but most of all ashamed of the fact that I wasn't ashamed of just having had hot sex with my teenage daughters.

"Don't worry, Mom. We love you, and we loved playing with your cunt. Just be careful that we don't get you back, though, when you're least expecting it."

Oh, I did hope so. The thought of seeing my daughters' pee coming out of their holes and covering me almost made me come again.

"Get those wet clothes off girls, and I'll put this load in the dryer, and put as much as I can of your dirty stuff on to wash straight away, so they don't stain."

"Alright, Mom. We're hungry now as well, so we'd go and see about doing some pasta for us all while you look after the washing."

The girls whipped off their wet clothes all too quickly, giving me only quick flashes of their pussies and their bouncing breasts, before they ran out of the door, leaving me with a retained image of their beautiful, tight butts. Somehow, I'd managed to avoid getting my own clothes wet when I squirted, because my skirt was pulled right up, and pushed under my top. I changed the washing over, though I was unable to resist inhaling deeply on my daughters' recently removed knickers again, then went to join them in the kitchen.

I was pleased to be able to keep my clothes on, because I still had no plan to get them to fuck their brothers, and I wasn't sure how I was going to explain the nail marks Charlie had given me over my tits and my back. When I got there, they were already well down the path of making us a carbonara pasta, from a packet sauce, and some frozen Quorn, which we often used to reduce out meat consumption, and was easier and safer to thaw in a hurry.

I was a bit surprised, though, that they were still naked. I sat at the table and studied them. They looked so beautiful, that if there hadn't been a strong facial resemblance, I'd never have believed that I could have partly made them. They had short wavy hair, similar to my own, but several shades lighter. That had to come from Charlie, who was the classic blue-eyed blond, whereas I was a green-eyed brunette.

The same genetics must have explained the colours of the other areas I couldn't take my eyes off. Their breasts must have easily been a C-cup, but they were what I could only describe as 'perky', the way they defied gravity and bounced around as they moved around to set the table, boil the pasta, heat the sauce, and then serve everything up. Maybe mine had looked like that at one time, but gravity and feeding them and their brothers had taken a toll on them now.

Apart from the fact that my breasts were fuller now, and distinctly saggier, the most obvious difference was the pale brownish-pink of their gorgeous nipples. Their areoles were at most the diameter of an espresso cup, even when their nipples were relaxed, as they were now, while mine were larger and much darker in colour. I shouldn't have been surprised, of course, given the image of their cunts and assholes, etched into my brain, which were so much paler than my own. Fuck it, I was going to have to stop thinking such thoughts, because I was starting to get wet again, and I needed to keep my mind on coming up with a plan which ended in my sons fucking them both, with me watching. I still hadn't come up with anything, when the girls plonked a plate of pasta, a glass of white wine, and a couple of bread sticks in front of me.

"I hope you can see something which takes your fancy, Mom," Chloe said, smiling, and I'm sure, deliberately drawing my attention back to their naked bodies.

"We all certainly got the voting right, Luce, didn't we?"

"Absolutely, Clo, but I think we still underestimated just what a slut our Mommy really is."

"Hang on, girls," I said, almost choking on a mouthful of pasta as the implication of what they had set caught up with me. "What do you mean, 'voting'?"

"Come on, Mom, surely you did it when you went to camp yourself? We voted for which of our mothers was the biggest MILF, and you won by a mile."

"Shit, you can't be serious ... But how could anyone make any sort of judgement, because not everyone knows me, and surely everyone would support their own mother?"

"MOM! Get with it. You know how everyone famous seems to send selfies of themselves naked, or almost naked, or someone else puts them out? Well ..."

"No! Don't tell me you sent pictures of me?"

"Don't be silly, Mom. Tony's always telling us about taking care on hacking and what we send to people. No, but we showed them those pictures of you naked that Michael took, just on our phones. Mind you, quite a few of the girls did send us pictures of their mothers, one way or another."

"But how on earth did they get them?"

"Probably they crept up and took them through the crack of the door, or maybe in a mirror or something, or perhaps they even found them on their mother's computer. Do you want to see them?"

I knew it would be totally wrong for me to look at nude pictures of my daughters' friends mothers, not least given my position in the church.

"Come on, then, show me."

They started with the one of me, and I was relieved that it was just of me naked, and not one with the dildo dangling out of me or anything. I couldn't believe it, though. There was Enid Kobzina, who didn't look bad, Fran Macintosh who I didn't find attractive clothed, and I found even less so naked, and lots more. From now on, there were an awful lot of women I was going to have trouble looking in the eye, having seen them naked, and I just couldn't believe the number of tattoos and piercings.

The best one, though, was Betsy Martin, one of the few black women with c***dren at the camp. Her breasts looked even fuller, and her nipples were even darker than her body, and they were stiff, making me wonder what she'd been up to just before her daughter caught her on camera. She, apparentl,y was the runner up, though I thought she deserved to beat me.

"What else have you got on here?" I asked, snatching the phone out of Chloe's hand. Fucking hell, the next run of pictures was cunt after cunt after cunt, all pulled wide open, showing every variation of labia size and colour. I automatically assumed that they were of the girls at the camp, as now I was easily able recognise Lucy's and Chloe's. My mind was whirling as I tried to guess which girl each of the others belonged to, though.

"Oh, sorry Mom, those were from when we were comparing each other, and trying to work out how much was inherited. Trouble was, we didn't have any close-ups of any of our mothers," Lucy explained.

"But now, of course, we've got yours, so we just need a few other girls to come up with the goods," Chloe added.

"What are all these then?" I asked, because then there was a run of erect penises, and one, I was pretty sure, belonged to my elder son, Michael.

"Oh, we also had a vote about our brothers, to decide who was the BILF..."

"... Michael won, or course, Mom."

"BILF? You're not really going to tell me you'd like your brother to fuck you, are you girls?"

"Well, Michael maybe, eh, Luce?"

"Yeah, but he's fucked so many of the girls older sisters, and I don't think he'd lower himself to nineteen year-olds ..."

"... and everyone knows that Tony's got a tiny dick, so we wouldn't want him, and no one else voted for him."

"But come on, Mom. Surely we're your loving DILF's, and as we're naked, why have you still got your clothes on ..."

"... yeah, come on, Mommy dear. Come and fuck us. You must need to, because we used to hear you coming when Daddy fucked you, and we haven't heard it lately."

Damn, my mind had been so occupied trying to come to terms with seeing so many mothers I'd known for years without any clothes on, and then the glorious selection of their daughters' pussies, that I'd let myself get distracted. Not only was I ignoring my naked daughters, who I had been lusting after so much, but I'd let them take the initiative, and I still had no idea how to avoid my sons having a big disappointment when they got home. And me potentially getting my naked pictures sent to everyone as well.

Before I knew what was happening, my daughters had pulled me to my feet, and while one undid my skirt, the other pulled my T-shirt up over my head.

"Fucking hell, Mom, what on earth have you been doing?" one of my daughters asked, as they both stared at the trail of scratches over my tits, then turning me around and looking at more trails down my back and over my butt.

For a while I'd forgotten I'd have to explain, but all of a sudden my brain seemed to start working again, and I had an idea how to deal with them and my sons. And it was a cracker!

"You're right, girls, your father did seem to have lost interest in me, but while you've been away, we tried some bondage games, and well, this is the result. I came so loudly, I'm surprised you didn't hear me even as far away as you were at the camp. And yes, you certainly are my DILF's, but why don't we go up to the bedroom, and you can try some bondage on me?"

I put my arms around them both and pulled them to me. The feel of our breasts pressing together was delightful, and I kissed them both in turn, pushing my tongue into their mouths while I put one hand between each one's legs, and pushed my fingers into their slits, finding their impressively large clits. I didn't think they'd be able to resist an invitation like that, and they didn't. One of them led the way up the stairs, her gorgeous little butt wiggling invitingly in front of me.

I just hoped that I could remember where I'd put the ropes and restraints that Charlie and I had experimented with years ago, until the novelty wore off. I had to open a few drawers and cupboards until I found everything, and then my daughters took over again.

"Right then, Mommy. You're our fuck slave now," Chloe said as she grabbed my arms and snapped the padded handcuffs on them, behind my back.

"Look at those fucking tits, Clo. I think Mommy needs them tied up, don't you?"

God, the internet has a lot to answer for. I could only imagine that they had learned from watching porn how to rope up a woman's breasts, and they must have paid plenty of attention, because between them they managed to tie a rope around my body, then wind it round each of my tits, squeezing them hard, making them stick out with my nipples proud and engorged. They also found a dog collar and lead which they fitted on me, and a whip which I feared was going to be used. The two of them stood in front of me, one holding the lead, and the other the whip, while my cunt was tingling and leaking cum as I imagined what they intended to do to me.

"What are you, Mom?"

"I'm your Mom, silly," I replied, knowing it wasn't the answer they wanted, but wanting to find out what they'd do.

I'd lost track again of which twin was which, but whoever was holding the whip snapped it up between my legs, hitting my cuntlips and making them sting like mad.

"Ow! I'm your Mommy slave, Mistresses."

"That's right, Mommy. Your body is ours, and you're going to let us do whatever we want to you ..."

"... I suppose you'd like to lick our lovely pink teenage cunts, wouldn't you Mom?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Yes PLEASE, you mean, Mommy" the whip holder replied, giving me another stinging slap on my cunt.

"Yes please, Mistress," I said, and I wasn't acting: I really, really wanted to taste those slimy slits whose flavour I had enjoyed from their warm knickers.

"Well, you can't Mommy. I don't think mothers are supposed to lick their daughters pussies, do you?"

"But you can lick and suck our assholes, Mommy, and if you do it well enough, maybe we'll let you put your tongue in our vaginas."

I didn't think mothers were supposed to lick their teenage daughters assholes either, but I was so aroused I was ready to do whatever they wanted. Lucy, I think it was, knelt down and bent over the foot of the bed, pulling her ass cheeks wide, exposing her crinkled pink asshole. Down below, I could clearly see the line of her lips along her vulva, and a shiver went through me as I saw that they were glistening. Yes, my daughter was as excited about me fucking her as I was.

I knelt down behind her. As I bent forward, my nose was flooded with the scent of her, and I could hardly control myself as I put my tongue out and started to lick around her asshole.

"Not her cunt, Mommy bitch," Chloe snarled as I let my tongue slip down to Lucy's other hole, and I felt the sharp pain of the whip across my butt.

I was tempted to take the pain, and just keep licking Lucy's slit, but Chloe had obviously decided it was her turn, and she took Lucy's place in front of me. Her asshole was every bit as fragrant and delightful as her sister's, but what made it was even better was that Lucy put her hand under me, and started playing with my own asshole and pussy as I continued to lick as I had been ordered. As my cunt got wetter and more aroused, I realised that my bound tits were starting to ache.

"Stand up, Mommy," Lucy said.

When I had got stood up, she walked around to the front of me, and used the whip on the exposed areas of my breasts, which were now a deep pink where the ropes were restricting my blood flow.

"Fuck!" I yelled as the pain shot through both breasts.

"Bad Mommy. Say sorry." I heard as Chloe grabbed both of my throbbing nipples and squeezed, pulled and twisted them.

"S...s...sorry, Miss...tr...ess" I struggled to gasp out through the pain in my breasts.

"Look at her, Luce. What a fucking slut our Mommy is, isn't she? Who'd have thought she'd fed us with those swollen tits, eh?"

"No, but I bet you'd like to suck mine, now though, wouldn't you, Mom?"

I was ready to say 'yes, mistress', but before I could, Lucy fell backwards on the bed, pulling me over on top of her. Another jolt of pain went through my breasts, but I ignored it, and concentrated on wriggling around so that I could reach Lucy's lovely pink nipples with my mouth. The sight of them sent a thrill through me, as I saw they were so tight her areoles had virtually disappeared, and her nipples were now longer than any I could ever remember seeing. When I closed my mouth on one, and ran my tongue around it, it was as hard as rock.

I heard noises behind me, and tensed, expecting a lash from the whip, but it was another sort of sensation I felt. I realised that the noise I'd heard was Chloe searching through the drawer where I kept my sex toys. I felt something hard and vibrating ram into my asshole, and then something similar penetrate my vagina, but in this case it was vibrating all along my vulva and over my clit. Shit, they had filled both my holes with vibrators, and from the feel of it they were set on high.

After I'd done a thorough job on both of my daughter's breasts, my other daughter took her place. You can't believe how wonderful it was to suck on my daughters' tits, having seen them grow from nothing to the fully sexual mature state they were now. Only if they were full of milk, so they could genuinely feed me could it ever have been any better.

I was trying hard not to come too soon, but I had a sudden flash of inspiration, and I bit and sucked as hard as I possibly could on the side of one of Chloe's delicious breasts. If I managed to give her a good enough love bite, I was going to be able to tell them apart for a week or two, and maybe after that I'd get an opportunity to refresh or add another mark on one of them. I heard Chloe squeal as she felt my teeth close on her, and realised what I was intending, and at the same time I felt Lucy whipping me hard across my ass. Oh, I'd teach my daughters that Mommy was still in charge, I thought, and I fucking came with the dildo's in both my holes, the whip slashing my ass, and my mouth biting down on my daughter's tit.

"You stupid fucking cunt, Mom," Chloe yelled, pushing me away and leaping off the bed and looking at her tit, even as my orgasm was still not over. "How am I supposed to explain that to my boyfriend?"

Oops! I hadn't thought about that. She'd have to tell him she hit herself on a door handle, the way I had to my mother when I was Chloe's age, I suppose. When I glanced at the clock, I saw that I needed to move on soon, else my plan would be blown apart.

"I'm sorry, Mistress. Please let me repay you by sucking your cunts until you come."

Fortunately, and I suspect partly because of having seen me come already, they thought that was a good idea. I wasn't quite sure how it was going to work, but my daughters made the decision, by laying on top of each other on the bed, while I knelt at the end. With my hands bound behind me, all I could do was to put my head between their legs, and use my mouth on the two identical vulvas of my twin daughters.

They helped me by pulling themselves open, but I was reminded of the way they always used to argue with each other when they were younger, as they fought to get my tongue on their cunt longer than their sister's, falling back to use their own fingers when they lost out. I knew as I was doing it that it was a form of i****t, and my mortal soul was in even more peril than when I had let my sons fuck me. In that case, they had blackmailed me in to it, but I was the one who wanted to fuck my daughters.

God, their cunts tasted wonderful, though, and I didn't care what the consequences would be. Their lips and ears were gorgeously moist and rubbery in my mouth, and I just loved nibbling along them, feeling them squirm around, letting out little squeals as I sent little spikes of pain into them. Each time I send the jet of pain, I pushed my tongue between their lips and licked and sucked on their clits. I just wished I had my hands free so that I could invade their slimy vaginas as well, and my own cunt was crying out for someone to play with it.


I'm not sure which daughter I was sucking when she came, but the other one immediately started playing harder with her fingers, and I moved rapidly between the two as they banged up and down on the bed and against my face.

"That was wonderful, Mommy slut, but I still don't think we've plumbed the depths of your sluttiness. Come on Clo, let's see just how wide we can get that cunt we came out of."

My whole body started to tingle when they said that. My sons had seen right up to my cervix, and it seemed only right that my daughters should too. They practically threw me on to the bed in their place, my arms hurting as I fell back on the handcuffs behind me. My roped tits were now red and thrusting up in the air, but to start with they weren't their target. They pulled my legs wide open, and each put a handful of fingers inside my cunt, and pulled me open. They slid their fingers down to the opening of my vagina, slipping them inside, and then pulling my hole open. With their other hands, they started playing with my clit.

"Look at all that cum in her, Luce, and see how more is oozing out of her now we've started playing with her."

"I bet you could get your whole hand up her, Cho. Go on, shove it in, and I'll work on her swollen tits."

I knew for sure that Chloe's hand would easily fit in my vagina, having had mine and Charlie's up there in the past. I revelled in the way her hand stretched me out, sending wonderful feelings up me, and all the time she kept playing with my clit. Lucy, meanwhile, had started sucking my engorged nipples, but as soon as Chloe's hand was right inside me, she started biting them hard, making me twist and turn, forcing Chloe's hand further in to my vagina.

I was so aroused that my whole body felt on fire, though I was managing to control my orgasm, forcing it back, because I wanted the experience with my daughters to get even more extreme.

"I love you, girls, but Mommy wants you to humiliate her even more. I want both your hands in my cunt at the same time."

"But, Mom ..." Lucy started to say.

"Just fucking do it, Lucy. Ram your hand up me alongside Chloe's, let me feel the gorgeous pain of having my two daughters hands inside Mommy's cunt."

Lucy lifted her head from my breasts, and looked into my eyes. I could see a mixture of lust and fear in her face, but I knew the thought of what her mother had asked her to do would dominate. I blew her a kiss, and that decided it. I felt her hand move off my clit, and slide along to the opening of my hole. She kept her gaze fixed on mine as she forced first one finger, then two up inside me next to Chloe's hand. The feeling was unbelievable, and I smiled at her and blew her another kiss.

That smile rapidly turned to a grimace as she added the rest of her fingers and thumb and pushed hard. Fuck, that hurt, but it was a delicious, arousing pain. I gritted my teeth, and kept looking into Lucy's eyes as the entry to my vagina was stretched further and further. Then I saw Lucy smile, and I knew that the widest part of her hand must have passed through. The look on her face was almost frightening, full of lust and sex and absolute decadence as she realised that her hand as well as her sister's hand were now both inside their mother's cunt.

"Make Mommy come on you, please Mistresses."

I saw Chloe looking at me as well, as they both started to play with my clit.

"Fuck yourselves as well, so Mommy and her daughters all come together."

We were a bit short of hands, of course, but I knew my girls were inventive. Chloe put her head back down and started licking my clit, which was stood proud and clear where my hole was forced so wide, but rather than playing with themselves, they played with each other instead. It was absolutely divine, knowing that my daughter's hands were inside my cunt, the way their two brother's cocks had been just a few days earlier. I just loved my k**s fucking me! Thoughts like that were dangerous, though, and I lost control. As I came, their fists were punching into my belly, and that set them off as well, and they both came, throwing themselves further on to the bed, and each one sinking their teeth into my abused nipples.

The worst experience was when they pulled their hands out of me, which was a bit too soon after my climax for the pain to fully become pleasure, and once they were out, I felt totally empty. But I needed to move on to the final part of the plan.

"Right then girls, you've had your fun with me, now it's my turn to tie you up."

They looked slightly surprised, as after all, we'd come two or three times already, but I had judged right that they couldn't let their mother show more stamina than them. I'd looked at the clock again, and knew we didn't have long if my master plan was going to work. They took the ropes off my tits, sending pins and needles through them as the blood started to flow properly again, and their colour stated to fade back to normal.

"I want to be able to see and get at you both at the same time," I explained, perhaps unnecessarily, but I was nervous that they might get a hint of what I had in store for them.

I handcuffed two of their arms and legs together, then I made them lay on the bed, and I tied each of their legs and arms that were on the edge of the bed to the legs at the corner. They were now spread-eagled on the bed, tied together, and to the bed at each corner. They looked so lovely, their nipples stiff in anticipation, and the pink lips between their legs shimmering with their cum. It was all I could do not to change my plan, and fuck them again myself. However, whilst I was tying them up, I'd heard a car, and I knew my sons must have come home, perfectly on time.

"Come on sons, come and fuck your sisters," I yelled, pushing the bedroom door wide open.

"MOM! You can't be serious!"

"This is fucking ****, and we'll tell."

"Oh dear, daughters. And here was I thinking you were as big a sluts as your mother. I've let your brothers fuck me, and I think it only fair you let them fuck you. Anyway, remember that everything in this room is being recorded on camera, and you wouldn't want people seeing you tying your mother up and fucking her, would you?"

"Alright, Mom, but Michael maybe ..."

"But not tiny-dick Tony ..."

While we'd been talking, the boys had first just looked at their naked sisters in amazement, thought satisfyingly, they'd also looked at me, and especially my tits, which still showed some rope marks on them. I was sure from their faces that they hadn't really believed their mother was going to deliver her daughters for them to screw, but then they started to undress. As Tony pulled down his boxers, I caught hold of his cock, and pulled him over to the bed.

"Look, girls, look at how your younger brother grows as I stroke him."

They held their heads up, and watched in amazement as Tony's cock just grew and grew until it was even a bit bigger than Michael's.

"Go on, sons, screw your dirty whores of sisters who tied up and fucked Mommy. Fill their tight little cunts with your spunk."

I pulled a chair over and watched as my two sons climbed on top of my twin daughters, my hand already working on my slippery clit again. I loved the sight of their big cocks pushing against their pink little cunts, forcing themselves inside, and forcing open their vaginas to receive them.

What the hell had happened to me, I wondered? Only a few weeks ago, the thought of watching my c***dren having sex would have horrified me, and I'd have been absolutely appalled by the thought of my sons fucking my daughters. But here I was, watching, enjoying, practically coming, and every one of my c***dren had fucked me as well. I knew I truly was a slut as I came as I watched my sons empty their spunk into my daughter's vaginas.

"Oh dear, Mommy, I'm afraid we've made a bit of a mess of our sisters," Tony said after he'd pulled out of Chloe, and turned to look at me smiling.

"Yes, Mom, I think you need to clean up after us," Michael added, as he walked around the bed and put his dripping cock into his sister's mouth.

"Come on, Tony, let me clean you like Lucy's doing to Michael," Chloe added in the sort of sultry voice that indicated she'd loved him fucking her after all, and was hoping he would again.

For better or worse, I realised I had actually made my daughters as big a sluts as me. I demonstrated yet again what a disgusting mother I had become, by walking over to them, in turn licking my son's spunk from their cunts, then opening them up, and getting as much out of their vaginas as I could. I'd come to love the taste of my sons' spunk, both slightly different, but equally pleasant, but it really made it so much more delightful to be taking it out of my daughter's equally tasty pussies. I took care, though, not to lick so much that either of them came, because my plan wasn't quite finished.

"How about fucking their tight, little pink assholes now, sons?" I said, after I had finished cleaning out the girls, and they in turn had cleaned their brothers' cocks, which by now were already almost fully erect again. "Are you going to behave if I release you girls?"

Not surprisingly my sons liked the thought of their sisters' assholes, as I could tell by the fact their cocks were not only stiff now but throbbing. The girls also agreed to my proposal, which I was less sure about, and I undid their handcuffs and ropes, and they came over and hugged and kissed me.

"Oh, Mommy, you're so fucking bad ..."

"... so much sluttier than even we ever imagined ..."

"... we'll let our brothers fuck our asses, if tomorrow we can watch them fuck yours ..."

"...and we love you so much, Mom."

Shit, the thought of them watching their brothers fuck my ass was turning me on again, but that wasn't for tonight. I grabbed Michael's arm, and whispered my plan in his ear.

"You dirty bitch, Mommy," he whispered back, smiling, and he said something to Tony as they approached the girls again.

I took my place back in the chair, and started gently fingering myself again, as my sons made my daughters bend over the end of the bed, and they each held their cocks as they positioned them over the girls assholes. It was clear that the girls had been fucked before, as they were anything but virgins, but I wondered if they had taken it in their ass, or if this was their first time. Just in case, I leapt up and grabbed my bottle of lube, squirting some on each of my daughters crinkly pink rings, helping their brothers force their cocks into their tighter holes. I couldn't believe how wonderful they looked with their brothers deep inside them, pulling them wide. I went back and sat down for a while, as I watched my sons fuck my daughters assholes, thrills rocketing through me as I played hard on my cunt.

Then, as I'd told Michael, the boys pulled out, and changed position. They lay back on the bed, side-by-side, and my daughters lowered themselves back on their erect poles, letting them slide back into their assholes, facing me. Fuck, the sight was even better, as I could see my daughters' lovely pink breasts, and their clean, pink cunts as well as the boys cocks going in and out of their assholes.

Can you guess the rest of my plan? If you can, they you are obviously as dirty and degraded as me. I stood up and walked over the bed.

"I'd love to see each of you with a cock in your cunt as well as your ass, but that's another thing for the future. So here's the best I can manage, girls."

I'd put a bit of lube on my hands before I got up, and I pointed my fingers and thumb on each hand, and I rammed one into each daughter's cunt. And when I say rammed, I really mean it. I pushed fast and as hard as I could, enjoying the sound of their screams as the opening of their vaginas was suddenly stretched, and my whole hand exploded inside them. Shit, I could feel my son's pricks just a few layers of flesh away, and I punched my fist in and out of their cunts in time with my sons' thrusts into their other holes.

I knew I wasn't going to come myself, as no one had any hands close enough to play with me properly, so I contented myself with enjoying sucking my daughters' breasts when I could reach them, and the feel of my hands inside them, feeling my sons' cocks in their assholes. They didn't last long, of course, and then I got my just desserts, pardon the pun, as I licked the spunk out of my daughters asses, while my two sons used their hands on my two holes. I definitely came then, I can tell you.

By the time it was all over, we were all pretty shattered. I don't know whether my sons went to be with my daughters, though I suspected not, and I certainly went to bed on my own. It had been a hell of a day. I'd started out trying to find a way to get my daughters to let me fuck them, but in the end, they had turned the tables on me, and the way I arranged for my sons to fuck them owed at least as much to this good fortune as any great plan of mine. Still, it all worked, and now I had a few weeks to look forward to unconstrained sex with all four of my c***dren.

I knew it would be interrupted to some extent by our period, though. You probably know that when women live together, their cycles synchronise? The pill overrides that, but I found out that I felt weird if the girls were on when I wasn't, and they felt the same the other way around. In the end, we tweaked the dates of our pills so we were all on the same cycle. My poor sons were going to have to live with all three of us at least partly out of operation at the same time. I never really felt like it so much when I was on anyway, although I knew from my counselling work at the church that some women feel the opposite. The shame was that Charlie was due back the same week. I was pretty sure that Michael was fucking a few other girls, so at least he'd probably be fine.

A few weeks of unconstrained sex would be great, but as I lay in bed, I started to worry what was going to happen when Michael went back to college, and would be away for weeks, and the girls went back to theirs, when at least they'd be back at weekends. Then I'd be left with just Tony in the evenings. At some point he was bound to find a partner, and he wouldn't want to be fucking his old mother, and so would the rest of them. All I'd be left with was a husband who seemed to have gone cold on me, even though he'd promised to be home more, and the church. but this was the life I was getting bored with before. Maybe Christine, my twin sister, moving near would help? The close relationship we'd had as k**s faded as we both got married and moved apart, but perhaps we could take up knitting together or something?

I decided that I really had better make the best of the time until Michael and my daughters went back to their studies. They'd had my tits, cunt and ass, and they could have them all as often as the wanted. After all, without those bits of me, none of them would exist. However, I wished I could have not just their fingers, hands, tongues or cocks up me, but tuck them all up inside me, their Mommy. I fell asleep crying gently, as I looked forward to a far less exciting future with just my younger son in the evenings, and my husband when he could make a break from work. I guess it was just my hormones.

However, I couldn't have been more wrong. My time with my younger son was going to bring me new experiences, and change my life more than I could ever have imagined.

To be continued.......