The Pilgrims Progress (5 page)

Traci popped her head up and gave him a
quick kiss. “No,” she shook her head back and forth. “That doesn’t
bother me. I love Mom, too, and the thought of you and her fucking,
having fun together, giving each other pleasure, well, I think
that’s kind of hot. In fact, I’d really like to watch you fuck
her.”

Tim grinned back at his sister with an
equally huge grin. “Cool,” he said, “then, maybe, we could have a
threesome? You think?”

“Yeah,” Traci responded, her eyes sparkling
with merriment. “That’s what I was thinking about. And that’s
something I think I just might be able to work out, like I said a
little while ago. And no, I won’t tell you what I have in mind”
Traci changed gears. “Except for what I have in mind right now,
that is. Do you want to fuck me again?”

Traci’s hand was still on her brother’s
cock. Between her squeezing and stoking it, as well as her
intermittent licking and nibbling of his nipple, along with the
talk about a threesome with their mother, Tim’s cock was fully
erect again.

“Because,” Traci continued, “I feel like I’m
stroking a steel bar covered with velvet.”

“Oh hell yes!” Tim responded
enthusiastically.

He rolled his sister onto her back and was
between her legs so quickly that she was still holding on to his
cock. So, she positioned it strategically, moved her hips up a bit,
then removed her hand. Tim did the rest as he shove his whole
length deep into his sister’s still very wet and very willing
pussy. They fucked liked animals and after several minutes they
came within seconds of each other, gasping, laughing, hugging, and
kissing.

Susan and Traci were both wearing oversized
T-shirts that came down to about mid-thigh and only panties
underneath, no brassieres. It was their normal sleep wear. But they
weren’t sleeping. They were on the couch in the family room
watching a “chic flick” on the big screen TV. They had snacked for
dinner and were sipping wine. Susan allowed Traci, and Tim, to have
a couple glasses of wine, or beer, if they were staying home for
the night.

As to Tim, he had gone off with a couple of
his friends to see the latest “aliens attacking the Earth” film.
This was by design. Traci had told him to be gone tonight and not
come back until late.

Susan had her legs pulled up under her, as
did Traci, who was snuggled up next to her mother. Her glass of
wine was on the end table next to her mother’s glass and, from
time-to-time, she would reach across her mother’s body to pick up
her glass. Twice, while doing so, Traci managed to very lightly,
very casually brush her arm over her mother’s breasts. Her mother’s
only reaction was to shift her body slightly, but she didn’t say
anything.

Traci was sitting to her mother’s left. She
had her right arm under her mother’s left arm and was holding hands
with her. Their hands were resting on Susan’s thigh. When Traci
wasn’t reaching for her glass, drinking from it, or setting it back
down, she rested her head on her mother’s shoulder.

“Mom,” Traci said during a lull in the
dialogue of the movie. “I think I need to talk to you.”

Susan heard something in her daughter’s
voice that concerned her. “What about, baby?”

“There’s this girl at school who, well, uh,
well, she kind of likes me, you know?” Traci couldn’t believe it
but she was actually able to blush.

“When you say like,” Susan was not fully
focused, “what do you mean, exactly?”

“Well, she’s, you know, a lesbian. I mean,
uh, she’s admitted it to me and she also told me that’s she’s,
like, really hot for me.”

“Well, I can understand that, sweetie.
You’re a very attractive young women. I imagine that a lot of, um,
well, girls who like girls, not to mention all the boys who know
you or who even just see you, would be really hot for you. So,
what’s the problem? I mean, how do you feel about her?”

Susan, herself, was bi-sexual. She liked
making love to women as well as men. There were two women in
particular that she had sex with at least once or twice a month
each for the last couple of years. One was a lesbian, but she had
taken a job in another city. The other was bi’ like herself, but
she had gotten married and now they rarely found time to meet. But,
of course, Susan knew that Traci didn’t know her mother was
bi-sexual.

Susan liked men too. As much as she liked
licking pussy she liked sucking cock, including letting a man come
in her mouth and swallowing his semen. And, of course, she liked
having her pussy being filled and fucked by a hard cock, as well as
the feeling of the man’s body over—or under her—while they were
fucking.

Susan wasn’t a prude by any means. Far from
it. She liked sex just about any way she could get it, as long as
it wasn’t intentionally painful, too rough, or purposefully
degrading. But she wasn’t about to marry again, or have a man live
with her, at least not for the foreseeable future. She usually had
a boyfriend that she had sex with at least a couple of times a
week, but right now, she was going through a “dry” spell.
Therefore, Susan didn’t get all the sex that she could have, or
would have, under different circumstances. But, all things
considered, she got enough, including pleasuring herself when that
was her only, or best, option.

Susan was afraid for a moment that her lack
of moral outrage over what Traci was telling her might seem
suspicious to her daughter.

“Traci, I don’t mean to be cavalier about
this. I mean, really, you shouldn’t have to put up with that sort
of girl. Just tell her to leave you alone. That should solve your
problem.”

There, that was better, Susan thought, like
a regular straight mom should be, she hoped.

“Well, Mom, that’s really not my
problem.”

“Oh? It isn’t? Well what is your problem
then, sweetie?”

“I was just wondering what it’s like to kiss
a girl?” Traci said innocently.

Susan’s heart skipped a beat. “Hmm.” She
hesitated a second. “I’m sure I really can’t help you with that
one, Traci,” she answered.

Susan’s body stiffened as her daughter moved
in close, her mouth but a fraction of an inch from her ear.

“I think you can, Mom,” she whispered,
“because I saw you kissing another woman, only it wasn’t her mouth
that you were kissing.”

“What? What are you talking about?” Susan
suddenly felt a knot of tension in her stomach.

“It was before Tim came to live with us. I
came home early one day. Your car and another one was in the
driveway, but the front door was locked. I thought that was odd.
When I let myself in, I was going to call out for you, but I heard
a strange noise, like a moan. I thought to myself, oh wow, Mom’s
getting laid. I crept upstairs and down the hall to your bedroom.
The door was open. I peeked around the corner and there you were,
kissing, or rather, licking another woman’s pussy. Imagine my
shock.”

“Oh my God! Traci, I’m so sorry…” Susan
began. All thought of the movie they had been watching was
gone.

“For what, Mom?”

“That, that, well, what you saw… that”

“Mom, I don’t care if you’re lesbian. I
still love you.”

“I’m not lesbian, Traci.” Susan protested.
“I’m, you know, bisexual. I do like men, too.” Susan blushed as she
realized what she had just admitted to her daughter.

“Okay, bi’, les, it’s all the same to me. I
still love you, Mom. I do. Really I do.” Traci squeezed her
mother’s hand and gave her a peck on the cheek.

“Okay. All right. So, why are we having this
conversation? What was it that you wanted? Susan was starting to
feel a little peeved.

“Mom, I want to know what it’s like to kiss
a woman!” Traci said as though exasperated.

Traci, who had already kissed a girl, three
actually, on three different occasions and had made love with them,
was trying to see if she could seduce her mother. After talking to
Tim about him wanting to make love to their mother, Traci had spent
some time thinking about it. How could she get her mother to want
to or, at least, agree to fuck her son?

Traci had actually caught her mother making
love to two different women on two different occasions. After the
first time, Traci had purposely come home at unusual times whenever
she could. She also knew that her mother like men, too. That hadn’t
been hard to figure out.

After pondering the mother-son-sex-problem
long enough, Traci realized that if she could seduce her mother,
then she could probably talk her into having sex with Tim. At first
there was the “but she’s my mother” factor. But, by thinking about
it objectively and logically, Traci realized that what it all came
down to was having sex with a sexy and attractive woman, mother or
not. Traci was sure that she could handle that when it came down to
it, if it came down to it. Besides, she was having wonderful sex
with her brother. So a little mother-daughter incest shouldn’t be a
problem. Right? Especially since they were both bi-sexual.

She really did think her mother was
beautiful and sexy. And, after having sex with those other girls,
liking how their loving had made her feel, and how pleased she had
felt when she had made them come with her mouth, she was sure that
it would be just as exciting with her mother. In fact, she was sure
it would be even more exciting because it was her mother.

“You mean,” Susan was shocked, “you mean,
you want to kiss me?”

“Yes, Mom,” Traci said softly. “I would feel
safe kissing you. And, well, I know that you have kissed another
woman and, so….” She paused. “So I think that you should be the
first woman that I kiss. Please, Mom, please,” she added, giving
her mother a very soulful look.

“Oh, Traci, I don’t know.” Susan was feeling
confused. Her daughter really was a very attractive young woman. If
Traci hadn’t been her daughter, well then, hell yes she would be
more than willing to kiss her, as well as make love to her.

“It’s because I’m your daughter, right?”
Traci asked.

“Well, yeah. And I’m your mother. I mean,
that’s called incest, Traci.”

“Yeah, I know, Mom. But I’ve thought about
it a lot and, and, well, I’ve even fantasized about us making
love.”

“You’ve what?” Susan exclaimed, not
believing her ears, but at the same time wondering just how
explicit her daughter’s fantasies had been. Did she imagine her
mother going down on her and vice versa? Susan’s heart was thudding
hard in her chest and she could feel a vein throbbing in her
neck.

“I’ve fantasized about you and me making
love, Mom… making love completely.”

Actually, Traci hadn’t. She had thought
about it in passing after her bisexual affairs, but she had never
thought about it seriously until Tim told her that he would love to
fuck their mother.

“You have?” Susan nearly gasped. Now she
knew the answer to her question. What she didn’t know was if she
should be disgusted or flattered. After a moment’s reflection she
decided that she couldn’t be disgusted. Her daughter was one
beautiful, sexy young woman and, except for Traci being her
daughter, Susan would have been extremely flattered at the
revelation that she fantasized having sex with her.

But Susan was flustered. She didn’t know
exactly what to say to her daughter. She could just say no and we
won’t ever talk about it again. But then there was that part of her
mind that, having had enjoyable sex with other women, was intrigued
with her daughter’s request for a kiss.

“But, Traci,” Susan blurted out, “I can’t
kiss you. I mean, not like that, uh, you know, sexually. I’m your
mother and I don’t think of you that way!”

“Okay, so close your eyes, Susan,” Traci
said.

“Susan?” her mother questioned.

“Right now Susan you’re not my mother.
You’re my friend Susan, okay? Pretend you’re kissing someone else,
one of your women lovers. Don’t think about who you’re kissing.
Just do it and feel it. It’ll be all right. Come on, Susan, please.
Close your eyes.”

Susan didn’t know why she did as her
daughter asked, but she closed her eyes. Her pulse throbbed in her
ears. Her heart thudded hard against her breastbone. Her stomach
had that feeling of nervous excitement that you get when you’re
about to do something new and aren’t sure if you should be doing
it.

Traci took her mother’s face in her hands.
“Keep your eyes closed, Susan. And don’t think about what we are
doing, just let yourself feel it, Okay?”

Susan, nodded her head, then gasped as she
felt her daughter’s soft lips on hers, felt the tip of her
daughter’s tongue run back and forth across her lips.

Susan, with butterflies in her stomach,
opened her mouth a bit more and felt her daughter’s tongue enter
it. Susan allowed the tip of her tongue to touch the tip of
Traci’s. Then her daughter’s tongue was all over inside Susan’s
mouth and all around her tongue.