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"Honey, a watched pot never boils," Sharon said to her pacing son.

It was around 11:30 A.M. on Thursday and they were both in the front room of the house awaiting the arrival of Brenda.

"Ha-ha," said her son as he looked out the window. "You would think she'd at least be on time."

"She'll be here. I talked to her this morning and she was coming. Why don't you wait upstairs in your room? You can get ready."

Brad looked at her and gave her a smile. 'Getting ready' meant looking at some dirty magazines so he would come to the bed in an aroused state. Sharon had thought it would be less awkward for Brenda.

"O.K., Mom," Brad said. He started walking toward the way upstairs but stopped in the doorway to say, "But if Brenda chickens out, you're going to be the one on the receiving end later on."

'I almost wish Brenda does not show up, ' Sharon thought after he tromped upstairs. She put the magazine down that she had been thumbing through and walked to the window herself.

The last couple of days had been very strange. She had never needed her son like she had since she had suggested her idea to Brenda. It might have awakened some desires of her own to have another child because she had fucked Brad every day since Monday. Yesterday, she had taken him in the morning again, wanting him to have all night to build up for Brenda.

Down in the valley, a car made the turn onto their road. Too far away to tell if it was Brenda but the car was the same color as hers. Sharon walked to the front door and went out onto the front porch. She could hear the phone from the porch if it wasn't Brenda coming up the road.

But it was. Brenda pulled her car into the driveway as Sharon gave her a welcoming wave.

'My knees are shaking, ' thought Sharon. 'What must Brenda be going through!'

"Good morning," Brenda said, getting out of the car and opening the back door to pull out a small travel bag.

"Morning, dear. How are you feeling today?" Sharon said walking down the steps to meet her halfway. They hugged briefly in the sunshine.

"A little excited, actually," Brenda said when they unclenched.

Sharon hadn't expected her to be so together; she had thought she would have to bolster her courage. But Brenda was all smiles.

"Well then, come on in," Sharon said. They went inside and Sharon asked Brenda to sit at the kitchen table for a moment.

"Where's Brad?" Brenda asked, placing her bag on the table and sitting down.

"He's upstairs in his room. I thought we'd keep him there until we were ready for him," Sharon said as she poured them some ice tea. "I think there are a few things to cover before we go up."

"Sure, what?" Brenda asked as she took the glass of ice tea and Sharon sat down opposite from her at the table.

"Well, we've talked about how best to do this. You'll be wearing the nightshirt and be under the covers. Brad will get under the covers and remove his shorts. Now, he'll have a full erection when he gets into bed."

Brenda made a little smile at that and Sharon stopped.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Sharon... just hearing you talk about Brad that way... "

"I know. It feels strange, believe me," Sharon said and they both had a little laugh. "Now, getting back to the subject... uh, Brad has told me that he is... fairly well endowed."

'If she only knew how I really knew!' Sharon thought as she watched Brenda mull over what she had said. For all Sharon knew, Chris might be the same way but Sharon wanted to warn Brenda right up front so the supposed surprise wouldn't stall things once they were upstairs.

"Did he qualify that anymore?" Brenda said.

"No, but I've got some lubricant upstairs, if you didn't bring any."

"You know, I didn't even think about that... Sharon, I've got a little confession to make. Sitting here, I feel like it's the first night of my honeymoon. I mean, my body is excited... that way."

'God, she's telling me she's wet for Brad!' Sharon thought.

"Brenda, uh... that's understandable, dear. You're just thinking about being with child... that's all it is," Sharon rationalized for her.

"Yeah," Brenda agreed.

"You know, we're walking a tightrope here, dear," Sharon continued. "It's natural for us to get excited over the sexual act. That's why we do it even when we are not trying to have babies. But here we're trying to stay professional about it which is really sort of unnatural... so, don't feel bad for feeling the things you usually feel during sex. It's just natural."

"Whew! Sharon, I'm so glad you know what I'm going through... the only thing that scared me about all this was, what if... I enjoyed the act with Brad to the extent that I, um, had an orgasm," Brenda confessed.

Sharon realized there was another dynamic at work besides Brenda's babymaking desires. She could be mistaken but she thought Brenda was looking forward to getting fucked by Brad for other reasons.

"Brenda, it could happen and there would be nothing wrong with it if it did. I don't have to tell you how good it can feel. You're not going to be up there shaking hands!" Sharon joked and Brenda laughed again. "Besides, you could be fantasizing about Chris, right?"

"Sharon, you're so cool," Brenda said. "I'm glad I married your son."

"You know how much I like having you in the family," Sharon responded, patting her hand. "Ready to go up?"

"Sure." Brenda stood up with her bag and they headed upstairs.

Brenda pulled the nightshirt down over her hips and reached up to pull her hair from out of the neck of the sleepshirt. The shorts and blouse she had worn were stacked neatly on the counter in Sharon's bedroom bath.

"God, calm down," she whispered to her reflection. Her nipples were more than apparent through the nightshirt's fabric. She wished she had brought a bra. And under the shirt, her womanhood was tingling with moisture.

'This is not going to be like your dreams, ' she told herself.

She opened the door and walked out into Sharon's bedroom, where her mother-in-law sat on her bed.

"That shirt will do nicely," Sharon said. "Brad won't see a stitch of you. Come on and get into bed."

Her mother-in-law held the sheets up and Brenda crawled into bed.

"Now, there's some lubricant here," Sharon said, motioning to the bookcase headboard of the bed. She saw a small bottle of oil sitting there. "My suggestion is use a lot... we want things to go right the first time. We should bring Brad in, then I'll take him out afterward so you don't feel uncomfortable."

"You'll take him out?"

"Yes, I'll be over in that chair."

Sharon tilted her head toward a chair on the opposite side of the room beyond the foot of the bed.

"So, you'll be in the room during... ?!" Brenda was a little surprised. It wasn't that she was against the idea. Maybe not being alone with Brad was a good idea really. Having his mother in the room would keep Brad in line she supposed. But she was surprised that Sharon would want to be... it was sort of weird.

"Yes," Sharon answered, "I thought that if I were in the room, I could monitor things. I think Chris, if he ever were to find out, would appreciate me not leaving you two alone. Does that make any sense?"

"Yeah, that does make sense," she conceded. "Brad knows about this?"

"Yes, I told him and he didn't seem to have any problem with it. I'll be way over there and with the covers over you, I won't see anything."

"Oh, I know that," she said. "It's fine with me."

"Good, I'll go check on Brad and let you have a few moments. I'll come back to see if you're ready and then go back and tell Brad to come in when he's ready... oh, let me get a towel for you."

Sharon walked into the bathroom and came back with a towel.

"Spread this under you so the oil doesn't get all over... I'll be back in a few minutes." Sharon went out, closing the door behind her.

Brenda threw back the covers and arranged the towel perpendicular to her body under her bottom. She pulled the covers back over her and raised her legs so her knees made a tent. She took the bottle of oil, carefully opened it and poured some on the fingers of her left hand, transporting the oil between her legs that way.

She worked her fingers into the soft, neat folds of her sex. She had freshly shaved the area the day before, leaving only a tuft of dark hair near the top. She took Sharon's advise and used a lot of the oil, enjoying having to use her fingers to hold herself open so the oil would slicken everything up.

'God, bring Brad on!' she half-joked, sitting the bottle back on the headboard.

'Look at those fucking titties, ' Brad said to himself. They defied belief. Big, round jugs with nipples that stuck upward, instead of straight out. He turned the page of the Hustler magazine as the door to his bedroom opened and his mother walked in without knocking. She closed the door behind her and leaned against it.

"She here?" he asked, laying the magazine down. He saw her looking at his hard cock as it lay on his belly before she answered.

"Yes and, in a few minutes, she's going to be ready for you," his mother said, walking over to sit by him on the bed. "I can see you're ready for her."

"So, what kind of a mood is she in? She nervous?" he asked.

"Hardly!" his mother said with a short chuckle.

"Whatthehell does that mean?"

"I think she's looking forward to it," his mother said, lifting her hand to slowly trace her fingers on the bottom of his erection. "She admitted that she was excited and she was looking for excuses if you got her off."

"Mother, don't fuck with my mind!" he said, looking at her to see if she was pulling his hog. He couldn't see any deception.

"Brad, I'm not kidding about this. I'm only telling you so it doesn't surprise you. If it happens, if you get her off, don't make a big deal out of it in front of her. I want you to be a gentleman... if you screw this up, it's going to be quite some time before we sleep together again."

"Mom, don't worry. I know the drill. She's O.K. with you in the room?"

"Yes, she saw the logic in that."

"I wonder what she'd say if she knew you just wanted to hear her squeal when I lay the pipe to her!"

That had been the thing that he had learned on Monday morning. His mother was turned-on by the whole baby-making thing. She'd finally admitted that watching them would be a real turn on. Brad and she had finally worked out the sitting-in-the-chair-to-protect-Chris plan. She wasn't going to be able to watch but she'd hear most everything - the squeaking bed, her groans and this loud, finishing grunt that he had auditioned for her so she would know right when he was cumming.

"Be nice, baby," his mother mockingly scolded him as she got up. "I'll be right back, so get your shorts on." She went out of his bedroom, leaving the door open.

'Mother's gonna need a fucking herself after this!' he thought gleefully as she pulled on a ratty pair of Bermuda shorts and zipped them up carefully to avoid catching himself in the zipper. The shorts did little to hide the big bulge but he'd chosen them for that reason. 'Give Brenda a little idea of what she's gonna be getting!'

He went to his bedroom door and looked down toward his mother's bedroom. Her door was closed, so he hung out in his doorjamb.

Her bedroom door opened and his mother leaned out to him. She motioned him with a forefinger and a smile, out of Brenda's sight, to come to her room.

"He's coming," her mother-in-law said as she turned back to her.

"Here goes nothing," she said and Sharon smiled at her.

Then Brad came through the door. He was wearing a pair of old shorts and Brenda couldn't help but notice the tent in the front. And Brad didn't try to hide it, she thought. He just stood there with his hands on his hips as his mother closed the door behind him.

"Hi, Brad," she said, not looking away.

"Hey, Brenda," he said nicely as he walked to the other side of the bed and crawled under the sheets. It was a king-size bed so he was still some way from her. "Ready to make a baby?"

"Brad!" his mother said, looking away miffed as she walked to the foot of the bed.

"Mom, that's what we're here for, right?" Brad said as she felt him removing his shorts.

"Just keep the talking to a minimum," Sharon told him. "This is a stressful situation, especially for Brenda."

"I'm sorry if I offended you, Brenda," Brad muttered as he threw his shorts on top of the covers.

"It's all right, Brad," she said, "Your mother is trying to watch out for me. But everything's O.K., Sharon. Brad and I will just do this and that'll be that. Right, Brad?"

"Nothing to it," Brad agreed. "People been doing it forever."

Brenda liked that thought. Brad seemed to be at ease and ready to do his duty for their family.

"Well, I'll be over here," Sharon said and she walked over and sat in her chair.

Brad slid closer to her and Brenda lay down fully, using her hands to pull her hair up so it wouldn't be under her. It was a motion she usually did in her bed with her husband but now she was doing it for his younger brother. And it excited her.

Brad then moved over her. He supported his weight on his hands, holding his chest about six inches above her as his knees found the space between her legs. She made the space wider and raised her knees. She started to inch up the hem of her nightshirt with her hands to expose her womanhood.

All of a sudden, Brad leaned back on his knees, his upper body moving up as his hands grabbed the sheets like a cape. Looked down without thinking and she was looking right at Brad's erection.

"Oh," she said in surprise. Brad was hung like a pony! She'd never seen an organ that thick!

Then, just as quickly, Brad lowered himself back over her, pulling the covers up around their shoulders.

'Brenda took the bait!' Brad thought, unable to stop a big smile. He'd been thinking about that maneuver since they had set down the rules of the session. 'Dangled Big Chubby in front of her and she got an eyeful!'

His mother, sitting back behind them in her chair, would not have seen anything. As far as she knew, he was just going to get in and get out. But he wanted to test his sister-in-law, especially if she had told his mother she was excited. The next couple of seconds would tell if this was going to be fun for both of them or just a great masturbation for him.

Brenda looked up at him again and her face had lost that detached, all- business look. She looked turned on! Brad decided to press the issue immediately. He lowered himself down on her until his chest was pressing against her shirt-clad bosom and erection was digging into her shrouded crotch.

"If we whisper, Mom won't hear us," he said very softly.

"We shouldn't talk," Brenda whispered back but it didn't sound fully sincere.

"Brenda, I want to be honest with you... I've wanted to fuck you for a long time. I want you to fuck me back... not just lay there."

Her eyes widened a little and her tongue tip wetted her lips.

"I don't want to cheat on Chris," she whispered finally.

"This is cheating. Don't kid yourself... let's enjoy it, Brenda. It's like a 'One Free Cheating' card in Monopoly." He rubbed his erection against the soft splay of her legs and she drew in a little shuddering breath. Oh, see wanted him all right. "Brenda, I want you to let yourself go. This is going to be our secret."

She remained silent but her hands came up to softly hold his sides.

"Did you see my cock?" he continued softly.

"Yes."

"You're going to love it in your pussy," he whispered confidently.

"Brad, you shouldn't talk like that," Brenda said weakly, closing her eyes.

"All right... act like you don't want it," he whispered, "but pull your shirt up just the same." He waited a few beats, wondering if she'd call the whole thing off just to try and prove to him that she wasn't hot for it.

But then her hands moved down and he felt her shirt being dragged upward under his erection.

Then, he felt hair and the soft, warm feathery folds of her womanhood touching the bottom of his manhood. He was surprised by the textures; he'd imagined Brenda would be more Au natural like his mother. It felt like Brenda had shaved herself bare!

'Man, I wish I could do the whole nine yards on her. I'd love to get a look at that pussy... work her over with my tongue a bit!' Brad wished but he knew he'd never get the chance. Still, he was going to bang her pussy!

He worked his hips back a little and felt the head of his prick slide down out of hair into hot fleshy skin, the inner labia of his sister-in-law. Somewhere in there was her pussy hole and he prodded her crotch several times looking for that sweet spot. But he was so erect, he couldn't get it down far enough; he kept rubbing into what had to be her clit because he kept feeling hair too.

"Lower," Brenda whispered.

He had reach back between them with his right hand and push himself down. He was pressing into her skin, pushing down and then it found the mark. Most of the head slid into her oiled groove and then, when he felt the going get a little tough, he stopped. He wanted to be sure he went slowly as always.

"I'm gonna take it slow. Ready?" he said in a normal voice. It was O.K. for his mother to hear that. In fact, he wanted her to. He hadn't forgot she was back there.

Brenda didn't say anything, just kept her eyes closed but her hands gripped his sides a little harder.

'I'll take that as a Go-Ahead.'

He pressed forward and he felt the flared head of his cock pop through the gateway of her pussy. The ring of her pussy portal clamped around his shaft as he inched it in.

'How did he know?... Could he see it on my face?' Brenda wasn't able to answer the questions in her mind. Not with Brad's thick member sliding into her excited body. All she knew was that Brad stirred her up even more the way he had talked to her.

'I'm going to cum... I know I am... he's going to start fucking me and I'll cum... he'll feel me cumming!'

He was just opening her up, pushing his surprising fullness slowly in. She tried to relax her loins but, instinctively, they cramped up in delicious shivers around the intruding but oh-so-welcomed cock of her husband's brother.

"You got it all," Brad whispered above her and she felt his pubic bone pushing into her and what she knew must be his balls against the lower swells of her flattened asscheeks. "God, you feel good, Brenda."

'So do you!' she wanted to tell him but she bit her lip. It was going to be hard to be around Brad as it was after all this was over.

He left himself all the way in her and it was all she could focus on. If he'd started moving it in and out, she could have gone on to something else, kept her mind out of things. But he left it in and it burned a hole in her mind.

The dream came back to her, his girth was like that in the dream, his skin was pressing on her exposed clit, his heavy scrotum against her ass, full of baby-syrup, he'd be spurting it in her!

Her skin went all prickly all of a sudden. The nightshirt, the thin cotton nightshirt, suddenly felt like a wool blanket, her body was burning up. The heat was mentally generated, not real.

'No... not yet!!' she managed to think right before her pussy started convulsing around Brad's cock. She'd cum and he hadn't even started fucking her!

"UUUHHH!" she gasp loudly before she could stop herself.

Sharon was wondering what was happening under the covers of her bed. Things seemed to be taking an awfully long time to get started. She hoped it was just Brad being very careful with his sister-in-law's feelings and body.

"I'm gonna take it slow. Ready?" she heard her son say from under the covers.

Sharon sat back in her chair.

She knew what was happening now. Brad was working himself into her body. Sharon crossed her legs, feeling a warmness growing in her own loins. She knew what Brenda was feeling right at that moment, she knew the satisfying feeling of having Brad as a lover.

She thought she heard some whispering from under the covers after a moment. She began to lean forward when a loud "UUUHHH!" filled the bedroom. It was definitely Brenda and Sharon took it for what it was - an expression of sexual stimulation.

The covers over their legs began moving but it wasn't the thrusting motion she had been expecting; it was more of a thrashing motion. It quieted down after a few seconds.

'Is that it?' Sharon thought. 'I would have thought Brad would have lasted longer than that... but it is Brenda and he might have gotten too excited.'

She was thinking about speaking out but then the covers started moving the way she had envisioned. Brad's ass was pumping.

'She is fucking hot!' Brad swore to himself as Brenda's pussy jerked around his skewering prick. 'Cumming all over my cock... oh, I'm gonna take her there again... gonna fuck her good!'

She was working her cumming cunt in a circle under him, her sharp fingernails were digging in his sides, her thighs squeezing his hips tightly. Her pretty face was all scrunched, mirroring the sexual turmoil in her now juicy twat.

And then... right there... a slight, slight smile on her lips as her face began to slacken and her climactic movements ended.

'Oh yeah! She enjoyed that all right... God, I can't believe Chris gets this whenever he wants!' He let his weight down on her, wanting to feel her curvaceous form all up and down his torso. Her round tits squashed themselves out and he could feel her hard nipples through the shirt. His face slipped past hers, his cheek rubbing hers. He could smell the fruity variety of shampoo in her hair which was fanned on the pillow under her head.

Her hands slipped around his back, holding him to her. And then he felt her face turning to him slightly, pressing itself against his hair. Then he felt the kisses she was making, her lips rooting through his hair, coming upon his ear, kissing his ear!

"Yeah," he said softly and began fucking her.

Her pussy was stretched by that time and only clung a little as he rolled his hips, withdrawing only about two inches from her hot, rich confines on each slow piston-like pump.

Brenda's hot breath blew in his ear every time he pushed in as far as he could. He began to mix up his rhythm, sometimes doing his thrusts quicker, sometimes slower, sometimes with no rhyme or reason. Always, her breath filled his ear when he filled her.

Her hands did not stay on his back. They started doing circles, rubbing him, always moving a little lower. They were almost to the swell of his ass when he gave her a really hard thrust. Just like he'd hoped, her hands grabbed his dimpled asscheeks.

With Brenda's small hands clutching his naked ass, he began to really fuck her. She started moaning loudly, right into his ear. It sounded deafening to him but it was certainly loud enough to fill the bedroom.

"Uuuuuhhhh... uuuuUUUGGGHH... Oooohhhh!"

Brenda wasn't even aware she was making those noises. All she was aware of was Brad's husky prick pounding her pussy like she hadn't had in years. Oh, Chris got her off and she was always satisfied but... this fucking was torrid.

It reminded her of the high school days. She'd been popular back then because she had developed early and because she'd been a "loose" girl. There'd been a line of seniors waiting for her every year and she'd called a lot of their numbers. All those nights in the back of cars, guys so horny they'd just pull her skirt and panties off and mount her. No finesse back then, they'd stop thrust as fast and as long as they could. Their weight pinning her, hard cock slamming in her... she'd loved it.

The irony was incredible - by some miracle, she'd hadn't gotten knocked up in her backseat ballets and now, here she was, mostly clothed, holding the churning ass of a teenager, hoping that his sperm was going to create a life in her belly!

Sharon Larrington sat in her chair, a hand on her throat to represent the shock of hearing Brenda getting so excited by her son's fucking and the other hand under her skirt for the same reason. The front of her panties were damp, her fingers rubbing the material into her own sopping slit.

'Oh Brenda!... I know!... I know!' Sharon said to herself.

In front of her, her bed was squeaking away as it always did when she and Brad made love. The covers were lifting and falling in the familiar hurried heaving of her son's ass. Brenda kept moaning and huffing.

'I've got to get a hold of myself, ' Sharon realized, pulling her hand from under her skirt. In a few minutes, she'd be shooing Brad out and trying to present an impartial, caring front to Brenda.

Under the covers, Brad could feel his balls aching to unload in his brother's wife. Fucking her was better than he'd imagined it could be - she was fucking him back, throwing her cunt up at him and pulling him into her bald box at the same time.

And he was taking liberties as well - his left hand was up under her nightshirt now, squeezing and kneading her right breast. His tongue was in her left ear. He was using his erection like a spade, sending it almost straight down into Brenda, the top of his shaft rubbing her clit just like Mom had taught him. Brenda tossed her head away from him, her groans whipping upward, building to a crescendo.

"UHHHHH... Oooh... oOOOHH... HHHHHUUUUUUU!"

Brenda's body torqued under him as her pussy blew up in a second orgasm, this one much bigger than the first.

It was just the excuse he was looking for. He shoved into her as deep as he could and let loose.

"OOOHYYEAAAAHHH!" he shouted, totally forgetting the grunt he'd told his mother he would make. His cum jetted into Brenda's roiling vagina in shuddering spurts, each feeling better than the first.

'Oh, God help me, that was so good, ' Brenda thought as they became still. She could feel her womb awash in Brad's seed and she said a quick silent prayer that she would become pregnant. She'd wanted the actual conception to be memorable and this certainly would be.

"Thank you," she whispered toward Brad's ear.

"Have you two... finished?" Brad's mother's voice called.

'I forgot all about her... she heard everything!' Brenda thought, her face becoming red with embarrassment. She gave a push up at Brad to get him moving out and off of her and she pushed at the inside of his elbow, trying to get him to remove his hand from under her nightshirt.

"Yes," she answered Mrs. Larrington's question.

Brad pushed himself up off her, going back on his knees as his deflating cock slipped out of her, the covers falling down behind his ass. His eyes dropped down and Brenda realized he was staring right at her spermy sex. Quickly, she pulled the nightshirt down just as his mother came into sight on his left.

"Are you all right?" his mother said kindly.

"Yeah... " Brenda answered, "uh... Brad did his job."

"I certainly did!" Brad said, not even moving to cover himself. And in front of his own mother!

"Brad, get your shorts on and let us be alone, if you don't mind," his mother said, keeping her gaze averted.

"All right," he said toward his mother. But before he moved off the bed, he reached down to rub her left knee and said, "I hope that gives you what you want."

He said it was such sincerity, Brenda thought, and in the emotional state she was in, she teared up.

Brad climbed off the bed without putting on his shorts. He just picked them up off the bed and walked out of the room.

"You sure you're O.K.?" his mother asked, sitting beside her to stroke her forehead.

"I feel good, Sharon, really I do."

"Well, let's get your hips elevated," Sharon said, taking some of the pillows in her hands. In a few moments, they had several pillows and the towel under her.

"I know this is a position feels stupid but I want you to stay like this for about an hour," Sharon said, again sitting down beside her to rub her arm. Mrs. Larrington had a look on her face like she had at her wedding to Chris. "I'm very proud of you, Brenda... you're doing a good thing for the family."

"Sharon, I hope I didn't embarrass you before... " Brenda started, then trailed off.

"No, why would you think that?"

"I didn't maintain much control before... I was too verbal, wasn't I?"

Sharon laughed softly. "Brenda, I've had two kids. When you make a baby, it's always like that. We talked about that before. Now, I want you to just relax and think good thoughts until I come back. Who knows, something could be happening in you right now."

Sharon leaned over and gave her a kiss on the forehead. Then, she stood and headed to leave the bedroom.

"I'll be back in a bit," she promised as she closed the door behind her.

Brenda closed her eyes and daydreamed about the baby... and Brad.

'Brad's going to be impossible to live with, ' Sharon predicted as she walked down to his bedroom. 'He'll be cockier than ever after his performance with Brenda.'