Kathy Harris - Wild easy family

Carly turned to face her son, returning his warm embrace. "And you'll forget all about that teacher of yours?"

"What teacher?" Tom asked with a grin and they both laughed.

As the mother and son hugged each other tightly, every last trace of doubt left Carly's mind and she knew that she had done the right thing in fucking her son. It had been right for him. And it most certainly had been right for her. For the first time, she really understood what had driven Ralph into their daughter's bed that fateful night.

"Mom?" Tom asked.

"Hmmm?" she responded lazily.

"What we just did… it was incest, you know," the boy said, watching her closely.

"Yes, Son, I know," she said dreamily.

"Incest. Just like it was incest when Dad and Julie fucked," the boy said.

"What are you getting at?" Carly asked, more alert now.

"You don't see anything wrong with incest now, do you?" Tom asked urgently.

"After what we just did together?" Carly laughed drily. "No, of course, I don't see anything wrong with incest. Not anymore."

"And you don't blame Julie anymore?" Tom asked.

Carly thought for a minute. She had blamed her daughter. She had almost hated her in her jealousy. But now that Carly had fucked her own son, now that she had discovered just how beautiful incest was, there was no way she could continue to bear this hateful grudge against her own daughter.

"No, I don't blame her at all anymore," Carly responded sincerely.

"Good," Tom said, letting out a long sigh. "I can blame only myself, Son, for if I hadn't come off like such a prude when I caught your father and sister in bed together, he would still be living at home and my relationship with Julie would not have become the cold, distant thing that it is now," Carly said, fully realizing the truth for the first time since she had kicked her husband out of his home.

"Yeah, and if you hadn't been so uptight, we all coulda been in bed together by now!" Tom said.

He was relieved when his mother laughed along with him and poked him playfully in his ribs.

"I'm really glad you understand it all now, Mom. You've come a long way. But you've gotta got to Julie and tell her all this, too," the boy said earnestly.

"Julie?" the woman echoed, already beginning to stroke her son's hardening prick again.

"Yeah, Mom, it's real important. Julie's been eating herself up alive with guilt ever since that night. You've gotta talk to her and tell her it wasn't her fault, Mom," Tom said, trying to keep his mind on his words instead of on the hand that was working his prick into another full-fledged erection.

"I will, Son, I promise. I know that I have to talk to Julie. I'll do it the first thing tomorrow. But for now…"

"Yeah, Mom?" Tom asked with a grin; knowing what his mother wanted now, for it was exactly what he wanted too.

"I want you to fuck me again!" she cried.

The youngster threw his full weight on top of her naked body and fucked his stiff prick up her cunthole.

Tom left the house early the following morning, telling his mother that that would give her an opportunity to talk to Julie alone with no interruptions. The young boy only hoped that, upon his return, he would find that his mother and sister had made peace with each other.

Carly was in the kitchen when her daughter returned home from her friend's house. The older woman went out into the living room to greet the young girl and to tell her that she wanted to talk to her.

"Julie, I…" Carly began, but Julie walked right past her and moved quickly toward her bedroom.

Carly looked after her daughter, not really able to blame the young girl. After all, she told herself, she had been ignoring Julie completely of late so she could not very well expect that now the teenaged girl would be very receptive to her mother's sudden change of heart.

She doesn't really even know yet how much I've changed, Carly thought. It's up to me to tell her.

Carly gasped when she reached the doorway to her daughter's bedroom. The teenaged girl was sitting on the edge of her bed, sobbing hard. The older woman's heart felt as if it would break as she saw the tears flowing down Julie's face.

"Oh, Julie! What's wrong?" she asked warmly as she moved toward the girl's bed. Carly sat down next to Julie and put her arms around the weeping girl.

Julie was shocked by her mother's behavior. At first, she began to pull away. But it felt so good to be embraced by her mother once again, and she felt so miserable that she did not need to be held and so she remained within the circle of her mother's soft comforting arms as her small body heaved with the force of her sobs.

"Try to calm down, dear. Tell me what has you so upset. You just came from Linda's house. Does it have anything to do with her?" Carly asked.

"In a way," the teenager choked out between sobs.

"Did you two have a fight?" Carly asked with concern.

"Oh, no, it's nothing like that," Julie said, struggling to stop crying. "It's just that well, you may not understand this, but Linda and her parents and sisters are all so close, just the way we used to be."

"Yes, dear, I know. Why has that upset you?" Carly asked, feeling a pang of guilt at her daughter's words.

"I was just so jealous! I couldn't stand to see all that… that… closeness and love when we've all been so unhappy here in our own home," Julie said, beginning to cry again as her mother's arms tightened about her.

"Oh, Julie, darling, you're wrong when you say that I don't understand. Since last night, I understand everything a lot better than I did before," Carly said softly, feeling a twinge in her pussy as she remembered how good it had felt, and what a liberating experience it had been, to fuck with her son.

"I-I don't understand, Mother," Julie said, hiccuping a couple of times as her sobs subsided.

"Of course, you don't, dear. I haven't really explained anything yet. Now dry your tears and I'll tell you all about it," Carly said, still embracing the girl.

"Okay," Julie said, wondering, what could have happened to make her mother so warm and loving again.

"First of all, I want you to realize that the unhappiness we have all felt lately is not your fault," Carly began.

"How can you say that?" Julie cried, looking at her mother incredulously. "You found me in bed with Daddy and that's why you threw him out of the house."

"Yes, Julie, but your father was right when he called me a prude. If I hadn't been so uptight and so afraid of my own feelings, I could have accepted the beautiful love which you and your daddy shared that night, and we would all still be a happy, loving family," Carly said, giving her daughter a little hug. "So, you see, darling, all the misery we've been feeling around here is entirely my fault, not yours at all."

For a few minutes, mother and daughter sat there in silence while the teenager tried to take in all of this startling information. She wanted to believe her mother. She wanted and needed to believe that she had absolutely nothing to feel guilty about, but it wasn't that easy. She had suffered far too much lately to be able to do a hundred-and-eighty degree turn and suddenly feel okay again.

"What did you mean when you said you were afraid of your own feelings?" the girl asked finally, remembering everything her mother had said in her impassioned speech.

Carly took a deep breath to steady her nerves. This would be the hardest part.

"Well, darling, I guess I've always been sexually attracted to your brother but I tried to deny those feelings, not realizing that they were natural and good, just like the feelings you and your daddy have for each other," Carly began.

"You're kidding! Are you telling me that you've always felt hot and horny for Tom's cock?" Julie asked, hardly able to believe her own ears.