Grace Wilkinson - The family reunion book II

"John… I… I heard what you said when you were cumming in me. Do you know what you said?"

John was slow to answer, but finally he realized he had to admit it… had to get it off his mind or go crazy… even if it meant an end to him and Carrie!!

"Yes… yes I know… I called Tricia… God forgive me!"

Carrie sighed heavily. Her original confusion and shock at her husband's words were turning rapidly to something else. Could it be… she wondered, that just as she was attracted to their son… John was attracted to their daughter, Tricia??

Suddenly she saw a way out… her actions thought still reprehensible, seemed to lose some of their horror as she realized that she was not the only one in the world who had such desires. John had always been a little too fond of Tricia she realized now… clearly his "fondness" had gone a little too far… It was very similar to her case… although not exactly the same… and she intended to tell him so… Of course she wouldn't tell him everything… just enough to extract a promise from him!

"John, darling, don't feel bad," she whispered. She could feel his heart beating hard against her naked breasts. "I have a confession to make… I… uh… understand… yes, believe it or not… I do understand why you could want to do it to our daughter."

"But why… how how could anyone…!!!"

"Shhh! Let me talk… let me finish… I myself have felt certain feelings about Jamie… I think perhaps its a natural thing… I mean psychologically speaking… perhaps mothers and sons and fathers and daughters always feel these things!" She paused, thinking fast. "The thing to do," she continued, "is to ignore them… we must ignore them!"

"Yes…" John replied, hesitantly, seeing a glimmer of hope for the first time since his confrontation with his daughter the day before. "Ignore them…" he repeated.

"You must promise me… just as I will promise you… to ignore them in the future…for the sake of the family!!!"

"Oh Carrie… I promise… I promise!" John sobbed. He meant it sincerely and tears of relief slid down his cheeks. He realized he would not have to admit to Carrie what he had done. How Tricia's fresh pink buttocks had waved before him, twisting and turning his mind as surely as if he had been brain-washed. How he had fucked her over and over, his rampant cock smashing into her hard, slamming against her… How she had cried out and he had shouted her name to the trees… He would not have to tell Carrie any of this! And what was more, he wouldn't have to tell her what he had found their daughter doing in the bushes. He was glad to be able to promise Carrie anything! And he felt within his heart that he would never… never touch his daughter again.

"I promise!" he repeated to his wife, hugging her nakedness to him.

Carrie felt her husband's prick begin to thicken again within her, and a bolt of pleasure skipped through her. She felt good… almost elated.

"And I promise… I'll never think such things about Jamie again!" she sighed. "Never never again. After all… they have their families… their own families. We have to let them go… we have to…" She stopped, realizing that she was about to say too much. After all, she didn't want John to know exactly what had happened. She didn't want him to think that anything had happened at all!

Heaven only knew what he would do if he knew that she had not only allowed Jamie to watch her being made love to by Tricia's husband… their own son-in-law… but that this sight had so unbalanced him, that he himself had made love to her! And she had let him! Let her own son's hard cock fuck her between her widespread legs until she had almost passed out! How could she ever admit to anyone, even herself that she had never felt anything like it before in her entire life??

She was bouncing up and down a little on John's swelling penis. She lifted her head up, rearing backwards and shaking her head. Her piercing blue eyes met John's.

"Oh, darling… fuck me good… let's do it again! We need each other… we really do!!"

John's cock leaped to full erection high inside her warmly quivering pussy, and clenching her vaginal muscles tightly around it, she took that for his answer.

Carrie was hopeful that she was making the right impression. She had worn the most matronly clothes she owned, a conservative deep blue two piece suit. As she stood at the head of the table, she tried to surmise the effects of the speech she had just made. The members of her family sat quietly enough, and she felt that she had won them over. At the beginning of the lunch in the spacious private dining-room of the big house, both her son and daughter had declared their intentions of leaving directly after the meal.

She looked at Jamie to see his reaction. He was looking sullenly down at this plate. Beside him, his wife, Susan sat with an indecisive expression on her face. She looked as if she had been crying, Carrie noticed, feeling another stab of guilt as she thought of what havoc she might have caused in her son's family. Their child, little Nancy, seemed happy enough though… that was one thing, that Carrie felt thankful for…

"Jamie?" Carrie said, boldly trying to get her son to look back at her. "Shall we rise above the problems we've had…? Shall we all try to triumph over our differences?" Without saying anything too specific Carrie had tried to appeal to everyone's sense of family unity.

Jamie looked resentfully at his mother. "We'll stay until the end of the week!" he growled. She had some gall he thought! But he had to give her credit. Her talk had done a lot to calm him down… and she was right… they would all have to somehow survive what had happened yesterday. He could not control the shaking of his hands, and had finally given up trying to eat anything at all. He sensed his wife's anguish as she sat beside him. He had given her a hard time, he knew… he'd left his mother and Ike and run out of the house… screaming. He'd gone straight to their cabin and spent what seemed like hours in the shower, futilely trying to cleanse himself of what he had done to his own mother. It felt as though her scent had been burned into him. No amount of washing had gotten rid of it, and he could still smell it, sitting there at the table. His mind had almost succeeded in blocking out the shame he felt… but that scent lingered! It was that mixture of her musky perfume and her sensual sexual odors that kept coming back to him at the most unwanted moments. He realized now, that all his life his mother's smell had haunted him, and now… at last, at least everything was out in the open. Clearly, he had always wanted to do to her what he had done yesterday, when placed in the incredible position of watching his mother being royally screwed by another man, his own sister's husband, he had intervened and taken her himself… brutally true, but with more pleasure than he would have dreamed possible!

Jamie wondered if his father had any idea about what she was capable of! But his searing resentment of his mother and her "modern" ideas was somewhat tempered by what he himself had been "forced" to do… Really, he was hardly any better than she was! He thought back upon his life… his marriage to his wife Susan was practically meaningless, their sex life almost nill… He'd been fucking that little secretary from the office in just about every weird position she could think of… and that was enough satisfaction for him. He found their daughter, Nancy, sullen and unresponsive to him… sometimes he even suspected that the little girl hated him! His wife, Susan, in any case had every right to hate him, he thought, the way he treated her, neglecting her, criticizing everything she did! But he couldn't seem to help it. He had stubbornly refused all offers from his parents to come up and help manage the successful resort… preferring to try to make it on his own in the advertising world. But that was easier said than done, and sometimes Jamie wondered if it was worth it. Still, he had yet to reconcile himself to returning to his parent's summer resort, Livingston's'… largely because he didn't want to be that close to his father and mother!