Lot's Incestuous Children Pt. 08

Lot's Incestuous Children, Part Eight

Present day

After Jane and Iris' enjoyable, and somewhat stimulating Tuesday night meeting, early next morning on Wednesday, she found the notes taken at the symposium two years before. Jane also found Dr. Leslie Wilder's contact information, the psychologist who'd given the very informative, and eye-opening lecture on recent incest trends.

Deciding to email her, she asked the question Teri, Iris' mother had hinted at; was the doctor aware of anyone having predispositions to sleep with a parent, son or daughter, or possibly a sibling? Basically, she was asking if there was concrete evidence of a DNA connection within a family, as far as whether they were more inclined or susceptible to temptations of committing incest?

It wasn't but twenty-fours hours later, when she received a response.

'Jane, it's good hearing from you. Yes, it's something that's been nagging those of us who have been studying the taboo behavior the last few years. And even from when you heard me reveal what I had researched from the last time we were together, two years ago, the number of reported incidents are still on the rise. Even, and especially, mother-and-son incest.'

As she read the email, Jane again had thoughts, wholly impure, of her and Connor. Thinking about doing things a mother and son aren't supposed to, she felt the sudden temptation to masturbate. Aware of the moistness increasing between her legs, she did what was needed to get her mind back to the task at hand as she continued reading...

'But I can tell you that in my own personal research, we still haven't run across enough data proving there's any DNA correlation... yet. However, I have found that certain people, once they become acclimated and conditioned to the concept of sexual liaisons between family members, tend to begin displaying a more-tolerable attitude towards it; more or less, accepting incest as a normalcy, rather than abhorrent behavior. And in some recent cases, knowing taboo alliances are taking place inside the home, it's ended up serving as a catalyst, provoking someone to seek out another; mother, father, sister, etc. to become a sexual partner.'

After Jane read the email in the privacy of her home office, knowing she had about an hour of free time before her next scheduled place to be, her fingers slithered inside her now wet panties and masturbated. Unable to take her mind off the things Leslie Wilder had shared in her message, Jane Fleming slowly sank into a happy euphoric state, imagining all the potential possibilities that could exist between a sexually needy woman, such as herself, and a very cooperative male. Someone like her own son.

On Monday of the next week, still intensely driven to mentally grasp the compulsions that drives certain individuals to fornicate with members of their own family, Jane decided to call Leslie Wilder hoping to siphon as much information as she could about the taboo act.

"Yes, I'm really glad you called, Jane. What's it been, almost two years since we've talked? Because, I do have newer data I could share with you. But, because of its sensitive nature, I'd rather we do it face-to-face."

Hoping to have more erotic info she could masturbate to once the call ended, Jane wasn't happy that it couldn't be explained over the phone. With one finger already deep in her wet gash, Jane capitulated to Leslie Wilder's request, "Well, doctor, I guess it wouldn't be a problem. I do have plans for tomorrow night, but I could get away and meet you. How does Thursday of this week sound?"

The two women agreed to rendezvousing at the luxurious Hilton hotel where the symposium had been held some two years prior. And with Doctor Wilder advising she had newly discovered data, Jane's inquisitiveness was almost off the charts, intensely curious to finding out what it was. She tried telling herself there'd be something she could learn to help with Iris' and Jesse's situation. But alone in her office, on the verge of masturbating again, Jane was engrossed with thoughts of mothers and sons having sexual intercourse. Talking with Leslie during the phone call, Jane's finger continued sliding in and out of her moist pussy, sending tingly chills through her.

"Yeah, that's a great idea, that I stay over, till the next morning, I mean. After all, since it's about two hours away, I wouldn't want to drive back at night, and it just so happens I've been needing a little getaway time, Leslie. So that's great. Yes, I'll be there. Three o'clock sounds good. Yes, I'm looking forward to it."

That next evening, on Tuesday, Jane and Iris got together again, drinking wine, having as much fun as two women could, just sitting together and talking, getting to know each other even better. And, of course, Jane informed Iris about her upcoming get together with Doctor Leslie.

"Please Jane, you'll let me know if you find out anything that can help me, won't you?"

As the ladies bid each other adieu for the evening, just as they'd done in their prior meetings, they came together for a parting hug. But surrendering to one more embrace, Iris was unresistant as Jane presented her with a charming mouth to mouth caress. Lengthier and more carefree than the one she'd given the week before.

**********

Just two days later, on Thursday of that week, Jane Fleming greeted Leslie Wilder in the lobby of the five star Hilton. With this being their first one-on-one meeting, it gave the church counselor an opportunity to seeing the psychotherapist up close. Noting her long hair, good looks and fine feminine curves, Jane estimated the doctor's age to probably be late-thirties, to early-forties.

But when Leslie confessed to being ravenously hungry, the doctor begged Jane to go with her to the hotel restaurant, needing to eat something before getting involved in any important conversations. However, once there, they had to stand in line to get a table. With so many others who appeared to be as hungry as they were, Leslie and Jane had about a twenty minute wait before they could be seated.

Once the hostess escorted them to their table, Jane noticed some of the other patrons, mostly men ogling them, giving them a good once-over. And as soon as they were seated, they found themselves lacking any privacy, surrounded on all sides by the many others who were there for a meal just like them.

"Wow Jane, I didn't expect there'd so many people here. It's great we finally got to sit down, but this doesn't look to be the best place to tell you about the newest findings I've run across. I'm glad you're curious about our studies of... what we talked about on the phone. But I can tell you since my latest presentation two years ago, I've done additional interviews and collected more data samples of... well, you know what. But it seems like we're here at just about the same time the dinner crowd is, too. So, if you're okay with it, after we eat, why don't we go up to your room and we can talk more privately. And then I'll be more than happy to share all my latest work and what I've uncovered so far."

With that suggestion meeting Jane's approval, after both ladies enjoyed a chef's salad along with a glass of wine for each of them, Jane began guiding Leslie, along with her briefcase full of information, out of the restaurant, further along the main floor of the hotel.

"Whew, I'm glad we didn't have to wait any longer than we did, Dr. Wilder. We'll just walk this way to the elevators, and I've already checked into room 322."

However, before they'd gotten too far, one of the guys in the restaurant, who had been giving them the eye, left his table and hailed Leslie, who walked back to him. As the two talked, they were standing about ten feet away from everyone else.

Jane couldn't help but notice how good looking the young man was. He didn't appear to be the same age as Leslie Wilder, maybe he was twenty-five years old, but no older. He looked to be about six-foot tall, with a build that didn't look massive, but she could tell he probably worked out from time to time. His longer, straight black hair which came to just above the nape of his neck, reminded her of Keanu Reeves. But his face was totally clean-shaven, with features that helped him appear more boyishly handsome when he smiled.

As Jane couldn't hear their conversation, she noticed the doctor grinning, as well as nodding her head at what she and the handsome stranger discussed. And when the man Leslie had been talking with returned to the restaurant, the doctor walked over to Jane...

"Hey, I hope it's okay, but he asked me if we'd be up to meeting him and his friend later. I did let him know we had some things we needed to go over, but that maybe, in about an hour or so, it would be alright if we met them at the bar."

Taken aback by the brazenness of not only the adventurous stranger, but also Leslie's acceptance of his offer, Jane revealed how uncomfortable she was about it.

"Join up with us? Like, how is that supposed to happen, Leslie?"

"Well, it isn't like I invited anyone up to your room, I just said maybe we'd have a drink or two with them up on the fifth-floor lounge."

"Are you kidding me? Leslie, I'm a married woman."

"Okay Jane, just so you know, I am, too. But my husband doesn't stop me from doing what I want, and I don't get in his way of having his fun, when he wants it. And if you don't mind me saying it, every time we've talked on the phone or sent emails, you never hinted about being married, or having a husband, or even what his name is. And for someone who claims she's married, you sure could've had me fooled, for Christ's sake Jane, you're not even wearing a wedding ring."

Suddenly on the defensive, knowing Leslie wasn't wrong about anything she'd said, Jane tried justifying her position, "Okay, look, it's a long story. My husband, Noel's his name, and he and I... we don't..."

"Hey, you don't owe me any explanation, as far as your personal life goes. I just thought that maybe while we're talking shop, we could mix a little pleasure into it, that's all. Tom just seemed to be a nice guy, and his friend's name is Frank. And he sounds like he's a good guy too."

As she listened, Jane suddenly realized she was beginning to see the doctor in a new light. The woman she had first assumed to be all business, was turning out to be quite different than she originally pictured her.

"C'mon Jane, don't be afraid to let your hair down. Believe me, we professionals need to unwind now and then. And what can it hurt? He told me they're here for a couple of nights on business, and they just want to have somebody they can have a few drinks with and maybe get in some dancing, too. I did see a sign about a live band playing tonight. Come on, it isn't wrong to mix a little fun in with all the tedious data collecting we're going to be talking about."

Leaving the decision whether to meet up with the two men for later, Jane escorted Leslie up to her hotel room to talk. The doctor was the first to break the ice, concerning her research.

"Jane, before we get started, I'm sure I don't have to remind either one of us as to the discretion we need to have with this information. And if you don't mind, can I ask why any of this is so important to you?"

"Yes, of course, you can ask me. But just like you're needing to be careful with what you're going to share with me, I do have someone I'm working with that's been involved in an incestuous relationship with a close family member. And I don't think she'd mind if I told you, about having a baby with this... relative of hers. But, for now, that's all I can say about it."

"Of course Jane, you're doing the absolute best thing by keeping this person's business as confidential as you can. Maybe later, once you feel you can trust me more, we'll be able to discuss your friend's situation, and how I can help her."

"Thank you Leslie. One of the questions she had was the one you answered in your email. But since you said you had more to tell me, you piqued my interest, as well. And that's why I agreed to meet you here today."

"I do have more... much more, actually. I know you're aware I've made it my life's work to study human sexuality. And with the questionnaires that have come back to us, there's mounting evidence the percentage is rising of those who reported they've been in some kind of an intimate relationship with a sibling, a parent, and even an offspring."

"Okay doctor, but let me play devil's advocate here. Am I just supposed to believe that people are freely answering these surveys, without any concern about their private lives being exposed to prying eyes?"

"Of course, that's a real concern. But with the way we've set up the questions, the one giving the answers knows they have total anonymity, and no one's the wiser as to who they really are."

"If that's the case, then yes, I could believe your findings can be trusted to have a high accuracy. Much more than if you were doing a one-on-one measurement of what identifiable and trackable subjects are doing. And, if that's the case, I'm ready to hear what you've got to share with me, Dr. Wilder."

"Good. Now I need you to understand, even with the validity we have with our research, we believe there still could be up to a two or three, maybe as high as a four or five, percent actual variance on our numbers. But we're pretty confident that's the absolute maximum.

"And with the data we've collected, I can tell you the situations where mother-and-son sexual relationships take place, they're definitely on the rise."

Sensing her pussy moistening, Jane hoped the doctor couldn't read her arousal hearing that. "Yes, you said that two years ago, and when we talked a few days ago, I had an inkling it might still be the case. But what is it about your research that's so sensitive you couldn't share it with me on the phone."

Dr. Wilder had a very serious look come over her, answering her colleague, "Jane, I hope I can trust what I'm going to tell you, for it to stay with you for the time being. Because what it is, if it were to get out, it could totally ruin what we've accomplished so far."

"Okay Leslie, I know how to keep a secret. And, by the way you're telling me this, I can tell there's something extremely pertinent about it."

"Yes, there is. With our incest research set up the way it was... we wanted to have a way, a surefire method to test the accuracy of the results we were getting. So we set up a totally separate test group. And this one we did via live internet chats."

"Yes, go on, Leslie, I'm listening."

"And with this second test group, all the initial participants went into it fully committed to see how easy it would be to establish an incestuous relationship with a member of their family."

"Oh my God, Leslie! Are you really telling me what I think you are?"

"This is why I couldn't reveal any of this to you over the telephone, Jane. Something momentous as this, requires the testing is able to continue without outside interference. Because the fact is, we're getting some great samples of data from those test subjects."

"Yeah, I guess you would be. Everybody loves how they're getting to screw somebody in their own family. That's it, isn't it, Leslie?"

"Okay, I can see you're not totally onboard to how we're collecting data. I want to assure you that everyone who's participating in this is above the age of consent. There aren't any minors involved whatsoever, Jane."

"Well, thank God for that, at least. But Leslie, what you're telling me... I don't know, it just seems so..."

"Dirty... sinful... outside the mainstream? Yes, maybe that can be said about our studies. But you have to understand, we're looking into human sexuality. This is a real, and for what it's worth, legitimate test of what some people will do to have a loving and consensual sexual relationship with another human being. It just happens to be with someone inside their family."

"A human being who just happens to be their brother, or their father, or maybe their daughter or their son. I hope you're not ruining lives by this research of yours, Leslie. I really do."

"I can tell you that we had some test subjects, whose entreaties to those they reached out to, were... unresponsive. However, that number's been extremely small.

"Jane, I'm happy to tell you that no one, absolutely no one, was forced to do anything against their will. All of our volunteers are adults who came into this with their eyes wide open, with full recognition of what they were getting involved in. And that's the case with both groups."

As she sat there listening, Jane thought of Iris and Jesse, about the two of them being given an opportunity to become involved in Leslie's research. And if they did... what the consequences of it would it bring?

But she continued her conversation with the doctor, trying to come off skeptical, but inwardly... kept thinking about Iris and Jesse's situation. But as her pussy moistened, she thought of Connor, too. What would something like that do to their relationship, the two of them doing test studies relating to mother and son incest...?

"Yeah doctor, I guess it's easy to be callous, heartless, or even unemotional if you don't have family or friends involved with this... research, if that's what you want to call it."

After she said that, Jane noticed a sly looking smile come across Leslie's face. "And how do you know that? What makes you think you know exactly who's involved in our research? The fact is Jane... you don't."

"Well, I just assumed you wouldn't have someone..."

"Jane, when it comes to scientific testing, we're to assume nothing. And I'll just tell you this, I've always been one who's put her money where her mouth is... so to speak."

"You can't tell me that you've..."

"Again, we need to stop assuming any-fucking-thing when it comes to something this monumental. Why would I even ask something significant like that of anyone else, if I wouldn't be willing... in a manner of speaking... to having my own horse in the race?"

Not exactly sure if she should be shocked, or impressed, by the doctor's boldness, or maybe both, Jane decided she was ready for the challenging conversation to be shut down. For, at least, the time being anyway.

"Okay, I think I've heard enough for now. It looks like I am going to need that drink you talked about earlier, or maybe even something stronger than that."

Noting how beautiful Leslie Wilder looked when getting her own way, the doctor answered, "Yes Jane, that's an excellent idea. Why don't we go on up to the bar? Tom said he and Frank would meet us there, just about now. I think I'd like to have some entertainment. And getting a drink, as well as some cheek-to-cheek dancing wouldn't be so bad."

Taking a second to think over the implications of Leslie's mischievous statement, and what she might be implying, Jane did a quick look in the mirror, primping herself.

"Well, I don't think I'm even dressed appropriately to go out. I only have this flutter-sleeve dress, with some slacks and a blouse I brought along. After all, I only planned on staying one night you know."

"Nonsense, you look fine. I know you saw all the men looking at you, in the restaurant earlier. Of course, I don't think they were looking at what you had on. I'm sure they were more interested in what's underneath. If you know what I mean?"

"Yes, I do, Leslie. I gotta ask, with you doing this human sexuality research, is that just about all you think about?"

"If you must know, it's my strong sexual urges which led us to begin doing our polling and field-work studies when we started this years ago."

"You said 'we,' are you working with a partner on this?"

"Of course, I am. My husband, Paul, he's been my biggest encouragement to keep going with this. For the time being, he and I are responsible for all the polling, testing and research. After all, Jane, there's no way in hell I could do all of this by myself. Even our son has begun assisting in our research."

"And your husband's good with everything that's going on with your second test group?"

"Actually, more than good with it, Jane. It was his absolutely brilliant mind that came up with the idea of matching me with my test partner."

"Hmm, your test partner? And that would be?"

"Tell you what, how about we take a break for now, and head on up for a drink? I can't wait to wet my whistle with a scotch and soda. And since the first round's on me, you can have whatever your heart desires. And I'll even be happy to buy you a drink too, ha-ha!"

Noting again, Leslie's double entendres relating to sexual matters, Jane and the doctor left her hotel room and then walked to the elevator to get them to the fifth-floor lounge.

*****

When they arrived, they didn't see the two men who had agreed to rendezvous with them. So they got a table that was in the corner and ordered their drinks.

Leslie gave her order first, "I'm going to have a scotch and soda, and my friend, she's going to have a..."

"Umm, what red wines do you have here?"

"Forget that, Jane, with what I'm going to tell you once we get back to your room, you'd better order something with a little bit more kick to it."

"Well, I just don't think that..."

"Nonsense, Jane. It isn't like you're needing to drive anywhere tonight. Why don't you let your hair down and let's just fucking chillax for a while?"

As Jane thought about what she'd already found out earlier from the doctor, and whatever other mind-boggling information she might possibly hear, she decided throwing caution to the wind wouldn't hurt. Too much.

"Okay, I'm going to have a whiskey sour to start off."

"And you'd better make it a double, I've got some heavy shit to lay on you. And if things work out right for us this evening, one or more of those things may be Tom or Frank too, ha-ha!"

Taking her friend up on the suggestion, Jane had already downed two whiskey sours, double strength, when Tom and his compatriot finally arrived at the bar. About thirty minutes later than they said they would.

"Hey, sorry we're late. Frank had to make a... a phone call. It's his mother's birthday today and he didn't want her to think he hadn't remembered. You know how it is."

Jane was already feeling the effects of the alcohol, and because she wasn't someone who drank too often, she was at the point where her judgment wasn't the best. And the booze helped loosen her tongue somewhat, as well.

"Well, why didn't you tell your mother that you had two women who were ready to party hardy waiting for you? I think she would've understood that, ha-ha!"

When the other three heard Jane's wisecrack, they all began laughing along with her. And then Tom, seeing how good she was feeling right about then, said...

"Hey Jane, why don't you get up and shake that gorgeous ass of yours with me on the dance floor? You don't mind, do you?"

Even though Jane knew how she was feeling the affects of the booze, she decided it wouldn't hurt to strut her stuff for a song... or two.

"Sure, why not. It's been ages since I've been dancing. After all, I don't want to miss the chance to shake my rusty old butt for a little while."

Happy she'd agreed to dance, Tom confessed, "And in case I haven't said it, you're one of most stunning looking ladies I've seen in a long, long time, Jane."

Finally able to pull her firmly into his grasp, once their joined bodies began swaying to the beat, he also admitted...

"And as far as this luscious ass of yours is concerned, it looks so fuckin' hot I'd lick it clean for you Jane. If that's what you wanted."

Suddenly overrun with the dismissed urges she had been battling over the last five years, Jane allowed Tom to pull her mouth to his, and the two took to feverishly kissing right there on the dance floor. She also couldn't mistake his boney erection pushing into her stomach.

Once Jane and Tom became more familiar with each other over the next few songs, she looked over and saw Leslie and Frank, Tom's co-worker, getting along very nicely, as they slow-danced together. And then Tom made a suggestion that helped change everything.

"Hey, why don't we go back to our room? It's nice and cozy and we could just relax there."

But Jane wasn't sold on his idea, yet, "We can relax here, silly. Let's just go sit down for a few dances, and then do a few more before Leslie and I need to get back to my room. She's got some things to share with me."

Ignoring everything Jane had told him, Tom replied, "Hey, no worries, but we've got music there, in our room. And once we're rested up enough, we can dance some more. What do yah say, Jane? And we've got drinks in the room, along with something else I think you might like."

One part of her, the responsible church counselor, knew what Tom suggested wasn't good for her, or her reputation. But it was the other part, the one being controlled by the alcohol, and unfulfilled urges that made her agree to it.

"Okay, but just for a little while. And then I'm going to have to go to sleep, because I'm driving back home tomorrow, Tom."

"Sure, that'll be fine. Just for a few minutes, Jane. And then we'll get you off to beddy-bye-bye land."

When Jane and her friend told Frank and Leslie their plan, they agreed that's what they would do too. And all four proceeded to the guys' hotel room... for a little more partying.

Once they arrived, Frank, poured all four of them another drink. He also used his phone's music player and selected some oldies rock-and-roll they could dance to.

After a few songs, Jane noticed Tom going into his suitcase and brought out a small vial, it was about the same size as his index finger. Inside the compact container, she could see it held a white powdery substance, immediately recognizing it as cocaine.

Watching Tom being very gentle with it, he emptied just a small amount on a compact mirror, into two lines and then placed it in front of Leslie and Frank. His co-worker, seemingly without a second thought, picked up the mirror and brought it up to his face. Snorting it quickly, he then handed it over to the doctor, who, looking like she hadn't a single care in the world, sniffed the white powder without a second thought.

Loving the rush, Leslie shouted out her elated exclamation, letting the others know how enraptured she was at the moment.

"Oh fuck, Tom, that's some sweet shit!"

"Yeah, we just got it a few days ago. And everybody we've shared it with hasn't complained. Not one fucking bit. And there's more where this came from."

As Jane watched, Tom did the same thing again. Carefully spreading out two more lines on the mirror, he was the next one to sniff it into his nose. His reaction to the coke was just about immediate.

"Wow! Goddamn this is some nice shit. Are you ready, Jane? I've got a line here for you, too."

Even with the booze impeding her rationality, Jane wasn't all that crazy about doing the line of coke. "Uhh, I don't know about this stuff. I've always made it a point not to get too carried away with drugs. Especially one's I don't know much about."

"What's the harm? You've seen us snort it, and nobody's died. It's really good stuff Jane, and my connection assured me there wasn't any of that fentanyl shit in it either. That guy gets me only top-notch shit. Come on, you know a little isn't going to hurt you. And it helps you to just... let go, and have a good time. That's what we're here for isn't it, a good-fucking-time?"

She felt her defenses cracking. The other three looked to be fine. And her whole life, Jane had tried to do the right thing. But, in her drunken and somewhat aroused condition, she wondered, where had it gotten her? After all, she was just going to be here the one night, and tomorrow she'd be on her way back home, happy, and no worse for the good time she'd had the night before. Besides that, Jane figured nobody else would know what she'd done. The more she thought about it, she reasoned maybe it was time to just relax and let go of everything.

"So all I gotta do is hold my nose and sniff it in?"

Tom quickly answered, "Yeah, you've got to hold your other nostril closed, or else it won't get to where it needs to. Believe me, you're gonna love this shit, Jane. Especially, if it's your first time."

When she looked over to her colleague for encouragement to giving the drug a try, Leslie and Frank were already undressing next to the bed. Taking a moment or two, to make sure she wasn't going too far, Jane continued watching Leslie Wilder fondling Frank's engorged tool, her hand pumping up and down on it.

"Ohhh, that feels so good what you're doing to me."

"That's 'cause you got a nice fuckin' cock Frank! Are you gonna let me suck this beast? Oh my god!"

Jane saw the cocaine's controlling effect. And when she looked into Tom's eyes, there was a fire she hadn't noticed, not until he'd snorted the coke just a few moments before.

"C'mon Jane, you're gonna love this! I promise you will."

Holding up the mirror, Tom brought the white powder sitting on it directly under her nose, making her understand how much he wanted her to lose herself to its influence. And with her watching the wild hedonistic revelry in the hotel room, Jane wanted to give herself over, for just a little while, to its power.

Using her finger to pinch off her left nostril, Jane lowered her face and placed her nose over the mirror where the line of cocaine was. But not yet drawing it up into her nostril.

Tom knew she was ready, but just needed a little push, "C'mon Jane, let's live for tonight. Just you and me, honey. I promise you'll have the time of your life, and it won't even hurt in the morning. It ain't like booze. You're gonna go on a magic-carpet ride, baby."

She made her decision, "Oh, what the fuck. It's just for tonight, right?"

--sniff-- and it was done. She felt the icy tentacles of the coke rushing into her brain, having its almost immediate effect. Rocking her head back, Jane impulsively exclaimed, "Oh... Jesus-fucking-Christ Tom! This is... this is... WOW!"

As she felt herself being taken over by the irrefutable influence of the nose candy, Jane felt like there wasn't anything in the world she couldn't say, or do that would be wrong. When she next looked towards Tom, he had already stripped his pants off, standing in front of her with an erection that had to be at least eight inches in length. And it's width left her raunchily inflamed, helping Jane visualize Tom getting it to go into a woman's tight entrance. Having become totally overcome by the power of the black-market drug, unladylike words came to her mind. And at that moment, she wasn't concerned in the least at letting them leave her mouth.

"Oh my god, Tom, your cock. Your cock's so big! How are you able to fuck anybody with it?"

"That's what we need to find out, Jane. But first, there's something I've been wanting to do since I saw you in the restaurant today."

Pushing her back on the bed, Tom lifted her skirt and placed his fingers over the moistened spot where her panties covered Jane's pussy.

"I've wanted to see this, Jane. I've wanted to taste this sweet cunt. And all you gotta do is tell me you want it. So what's it gonna be, what do you want?"

Once the cocaine helped release her erotic desires, at least for just a little while; the woman under its influence knew she was ready for the handsome stranger's tongue to slide into her slit and taste a sample of her juices.

"Yeah, why don't you do it, Tom? Do it, or shut the fuck up!"

With those words leaving her lips, the Jane monitoring her naughty alter-ego's misbehavior, marveled at her own nasty dialogue. But that still didn't stop her from tugging down the waistband of her panties, yanking them completely off, exposing her wet honeypot to Tom, finally giving him the opportunity to do what he'd offered.

"There, now, are you happy? What are you waiting for?"

"For you to tell me what you want, bitch."

Knowing she should be angry at his impertinence, Jane was too much under the drug's control to make anything of it. But she also knew if he was going to give her what she'd been longing for, she was going to have to ask for it. And at that moment, she didn't care about the profanity she'd use to make it happen.

"I want you to eat my pussy, Tom. Show me how much of a man you are. And If I'm a bitch like you say I am, then I guess that makes you... a motherfucker!"

As Jane saw his huge grin, called a word she'd angrily used in the past, only once, or twice in her whole life, she became engrossed on how soon she could use it again. And it was all due to Jane's wanton, unleashed alter ego needing to show Tom how nasty she could be.

"So yeah, you fucking asshole, eat me... eat my fuckin' pussy!"

Just as on fire from the coke as Jane, not waiting any longer for what they both wanted, Tom brusquely pushed her legs apart, finding himself deliriously driven to doing what she'd asked. All while submitting herself, giving him complete access, Jane snuck glances at the man servicing her sexual needs, adoring his tongue dipping into her by then wet folds. She also loved being unshackled from the Jane who'd never indulged herself in something so raw and exhilarating as this. Spreading her legs further apart, Jane experienced a luscious lubriciousness, unlike anything she'd felt in years.

As the pleasure from Tom caused her hips to lift off the bed, Jane cried out, "Oh, ohhhhh, oh yeah, Tom, eat my pussy. Yesss... you don't know how long I've been needing... this... oh my fucking god!"

With her ass raised, while uninhibitedly keeping her legs wide open, and eyes closed shut, Jane surrendered not only to the cocaine's effect, making her a different person, but also to the young man's exquisite cunnilingus ability.

But what she hadn't noticed was a shamelessly nude Leslie Wilder, only a few feet away, video recording everything Tom and Jane were doing, on her phone.

Powerless to keep her hips from bucking, Jane implored Tom, "Oh yesss, yesss. Mmmmm that's sooo good. Eat my cunt, Tommy. Please don't stop, please don't stop, sweetie! Ohhh, fuck! Fuck, yeeeaaaah..."

Within a matter of a few minutes more, just as she'd hoped, Tom's oral attentions delivered a delightfully glorious orgasm for Jane Fleming. One unlike she'd experienced in years. Flexing her pelvis upwards, and then slamming it back to the mattress, Jane was swept away by the euphoria washing over her...

"Oh my god, oh my god... I'm... I'm cumming, Tom, yes, please don't stop. Ohhhh, my God, yesssss!"

But unknown to her at the time, the crystal-clear recording made on Leslie's phone perfectly captured all the details, images and sounds of Jane's rapturous experience. Along with many of the other salacious amusements she was going to engage in that evening.

**********

When Jane woke up early the next morning, there was a ringing in her head that didn't go away. Rising slowly off the bed, Jane glanced into the mirror reflecting back her nakedness, along with her disheveled appearance.

As she made her way to the bathroom, Jane saw partially empty drinking glasses containing different kinds of liquor and other alcoholic beverages, used at what had to be some kind of party held there the night before.

She had to think. Just stop for a moment, and think! What was it that happened? About the last thing she could remember was letting that guy, Tom, talk her into snorting coke. Yes Tom, the cocaine, and... Leslie Wilder.

Standing totally naked in the hotel room, looking around, it took her a little time, but she finally located most of her clothes. She never did find where her bra and panties had gone off to, but thankfully, Jane was able to recover everything else she had been wearing when she entered the room the night before.

Making sure she had her room key, Jane Fleming navigated her way, somewhat slowly, even with her aching head, back to her own third floor hotel room. And once there, held the card over the reader, opening the door.

Once she'd entered, it was only a matter of a few steps inside until she saw a quite naked Leslie Wilder sprawled out on one of the beds. But she wasn't alone, that guy Tom, the one who had introduced her to snorting the cocaine, was lying right next to her, just as butt naked as Leslie.

Angry, and still confused as to everything that had taken place, Jane began getting her things together. She knew that she wanted answers. But no matter what, she also understood because of the obscene things she was certain had gone on the previous night, it was important for her to be able to leave as soon as possible, if necessary.

Making a slight amount of noise making sure everything was in order concerning her suitcase and belongings, out of the corner of her eye Jane observed Leslie Wilder waking up. And not only her, but the guy, Tom, laying on the bed with her, with all his manly genitals blatantly exposed.

"Well Leslie, it looks like you and your boyfriend had a good time last night. What the hell was going through your mind with all the shit you guys pulled? What's this all about, anyway?"

Trying to find her morning voice, Leslie croaked back, "Come on, Jane. What's it all about? What it's about is we had some fun. And honey, you did, too."

"I don't seem to remember just about anything Leslie. Right now, it's all pretty much a blur."

"Well, don't worry. I've got it all saved."

"All saved, what are you talking about, Leslie? What's all saved?"

"You, Jane. And what you did, and all the guys you did it with."

As the realization became clearer, Jane slowly understood what she was hearing couldn't be good for her. In fact, she knew it was bad. Very bad. Becoming irate when the answers she needed weren't coming fast enough, Jane lashed out at Leslie, "What the hell's going on here? What are you talking about? Did what? With who?"

As Leslie remained lying naked in the bed next to Tom, she made her reply, "The first thing we need you to do, Jane, is settle down. After all, we still need to have the conversation we weren't able to have last night because you wanted to fuck Tom and Frank and the other guys who showed up. Oh, by the way, I hope you're on some kind of birth control. Because with as many cocks as you took inside you last night, I think you're going to need it."

As she heard what sounded like coercive intimidation, Jane only grew more irate at the woman she had trusted, and what she was telling her.

"Okay, I'm not getting anything from this, Leslie. Just exactly what do you mean by all this, and birth control? This, isn't even making any sense."

Neither Tom or Leslie seemed bothered being nude as they got up out of the bed. Uninhibitedly exposing themselves to Jane, Leslie spoke next, "Tom, would you do me a favor and let me talk with Jane for a bit?"

Nonetheless, as Jane glanced over at the handsome guy standing next to Leslie, she saw his middle leg sprouting towards fullness, and wondered if it was due to Tom exhibiting himself, while she stood completely dressed in front of him?

But then Jane had a flashback, hadn't he been with her the night before? And the one who'd licked her pussy, doling out a luscious rendering of oral sex? One of the best she'd ever remembered being done to her?

And then she watched as Tom grabbed Leslie's hand, guiding it to his penis. As the doctor cooperated, she brazenly ran her fingers up and down his shaft. As she did, Jane could tell those actions were only helping to make his fine-looking dick grow and expand in size, right there while she watched.

"Oh Tom, you're still horny aren't you? But do you think we should do this in front of Jane, right now? She's needing answers, not wanting to watch us."

Smiling at Leslie, the young man gave her a look of longing when she knelt in front of him, taking his by then rigid staff into her mouth, sliding her lips over it.

"Yeah, mmmmmm, suck my cock Leslie!"

As Jane could only stand by and take in the sight of what was happening a few steps away, she wasn't sure if she should be aroused or angered by the performance the two were putting on; most likely solely for her benefit.

Even as Tom didn't move from where he stood, thoroughly engrossed by Leslie's blowjob, he spoke through gritted teeth, "Oh Jane, she's good. Leslie's very good, but you were just as good last night, too. I had to stop you a few times before making me cum too soon, in your mouth."

She felt her blood pressure rise from what he told her while also watching them. And then Leslie, stopping for only a few seconds while gratifying Tom, gave her an option.

"Jane, Tom's absolutely right. Last night you were a wildcat, and if you want, I'll be happy to get out of the way so you can suck his cock again. But if you don't, before you and me have our little chat, I think I'm going to have him fuck me. Of course, if you want to get in on that, I'm willing to share him with you, too."

Outraged, but somehow also stirred by Leslie's offer, Jane snarled back in response, "You're disgusting! This is disgusting! You're both fucking disgusting! What the hell's going on here?"

Rising to her feet, Leslie answered, "Now, now, Jane. There's no reason to get ugly. What we did last night, you seemed all in for it then. Just because there's no booze, and we sniffed all the coke, doesn't mean we can't have the same kind of fun now."

As Leslie made her appeal, she'd climbed back on the mattress, on all fours. And in those few seconds, the doctor had temptingly angled her body on the bed. Jane could tell by Leslie's wet pussy and how she presented herself in the doggy position, Tom could easily mount her.

Without needing any prompting, the young buck had got on the bed directly behind Leslie, and in only a matter of seconds, effortlessly dipped his cock into her.

"Yes, do it! Mmngghh, Tom, you fucking me like this... it's got to be the best way to wake up in the morning!"

With the debauchery on full display in her hotel room, Jane found herself unable to move or pull her eyes away from Leslie and Tom's unrestrained screwing right before her.

As the two became further entrenched in their mating, Tom finally blurted out, "Ohhhh, I wanted this last night! Even though I did what you asked and fucked Jane instead, I'm glad you waited for me!"

"Yes! Yes baby! You knew I wouldn't leave you hurting, didn't you?"

"No, I just didn't want to leave today before getting some of my sister's sweet pussy again."

Even as she watched Leslie and Tom copulate, there was no denying how arousing it all was. With what they were doing, and then what she heard both admitting to, seemed so wrong. The actual act, being in the same room watching what looked to be an incestuous union between a sister and brother, was definitely turning Jane on, unsure what she could do about it. Or even if she wanted them to stop.

As their bodies moved rhythmically as one, Leslie lustily screamed, "Oh God yessss, Tommy, fuck me! I've always loved your cock! Fuck me, and then finish inside me when you're ready!"

Jane could tell the amount of lust, longing and attachment between the two was strong as Tom's hands held tightly onto Leslie's hips wantonly driving his cock into his sister.

"Yes, yes. It isn't going to be long now!"

"My pussy's for you, Tommy, all for you. OHHHH baby, give me a little... more... I'm almost there... need... more... oh do it, Tom... yesssss!"

With the way Leslie's body rocked and spasmed, it was obvious she was climaxing while Tom continued thrusting himself behind his sibling, both of them zealously connected in the doggie position.

And in just about a minute, after she'd gone over the orgasmic edge, Tom's climax followed, "Ummm, yeaaaah... Mmmmmmm... cumming... Mmmmmmm... oh... Lesssslieee!"

With the way the fiery fucking took place, it was if two animals were mating. As Jane watched them rutting through their coition, Tom's feral thrusting into Leslie finally came to a full halt.

"Yessssss, yes, Tommy, I can feel it!"

Tom brought his mouth next to his sister's ear and lustfully whispered,

"Oh god, yessss... I'm sure your tight cunt would feel just as good as mother's would."

With the look of total abandonment on each of their faces, it aroused Jane, hearing Tom speak of their mother, while cumming deep into his elder sister's pussy.

With the doctor's talk of birth control just a few minutes before, Jane Fleming assumed with Leslie promiscuously fucking her own brother, she wasn't planning on abandoning her contraceptive anytime soon.

Once the two naked bodies disengaged, it was only a matter of Tom getting off the bed before Leslie looked over at Jane and told her...

"Now, before Tom gets back, wanting to fuck one of us again, we need to have a little talk."

**********

After it was only the two women alone in the room, Leslie, deciding to remain in the nude, initiated the conversation.

"Look, I am sorry that it had to be like this, Jane. But I couldn't think of any other way to get your cooperation."

"My cooperation? Leslie, I don't even know how to answer something like that. Would you mind telling me... what in the hell's going on here?"

"I know you're going to be angry about this, because if you or someone else were to do this to me I'd be pissed as hell, too!"

"Okay, as mad as I am right now because I know there's some kind of shit that's happened. I still need you to tell me exactly what this is all about."

Stepping to the hotel dresser Leslie retrieved her iPad. Walking back towards her, Jane couldn't help staring at the doctors adorable bare breasts jiggling back and forth. Jane sat across from Leslie on one bed, looking at the device she had in her hand.

"This is what it's all about. And for what it's worth, Jane, I'm not proud for any of this, before fully explaining anything about it."

Turning her device horizontally, Leslie launched a video. As Jane sat and watched the recording come to life, she could see that it was her. What she saw and heard, made the pit of her stomach ache in a way it hadn't in a long time.

"Oh yesss, yesss. Mmmmm that's sooo good. Eat my cunt, Tommy. Please don't stop, please don't stop, sweetie! Ohhh, fuck! Fuck, yeeeaaaah..."

Instantly angered because her privacy had been violated, as well as having her fur covered cunt thoroughly displayed, Jane rose up off the bed and began shouting...

"You fucking bitch! Why would you do this? Why Leslie? I've never done anything to you! Why would you do this to me? And of all times, now? If this gets out, it'll ruin me! Ruin my reputation and everything I'm trying to do, to help people!"

"Calm down Jane... and I'll explain..."

"Oh, I see what this is, this is nothing but blackmail. Okay what's this all going to cost?"

"As far as money's concerned, it isn't going to cost you anything. And like I said, I'm sorry that it had to be this way. But I did it for a reason. I did it because there's something I'm going to tell you, and even more important, I need something from you."

"Oh yeah, you've told me something all right! You've told me you're not worth trusting, and you're a conniving bitch!"

"Jane, please! Please, sit down. And like I said, I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to ask you to keep watching this. But you need to know even if you grab my iPad and smash it to pieces, it's not going to change anything. This video's already been uploaded to my cloud storage. And there's an email link that's going to be sent to you. So please, Jane, I need you to see this, and then I'll tell you why I made this video."

After Leslie restarted it, still angry, Jane watched herself on the screen, her pelvis wildly undulating while also encountering a very pleasing orgasm by Tom's fervent performance of cunnilingus. Soon after, he had her lie back again, witnessing how she'd surrendered to his mounting her. As things quickly moved from there, without any resistance, the Jane in the video wrapped her arms around Tom, unbothered by welcoming his lengthened cock between her opened legs, seeming to more than willingly fuck the younger man in the missionary position.

"Mmnnn, yeah... you feel so good inside me."

With Tom naked, and Jane completely exposed from the waist down, she still wore her white blouse. But with the buttons undone, she could make out the design of her bra, with lots of cleavage displayed for whoever would see her raunchy behavior.

"Yes, Tom, fuck me. Fuck me, Tom. I haven't had this in a long time. My husband, or anybody else hasn't had me like this, for years now."

With her forearms resting lazily on his shoulders, Jane watched as she and the young man's bodies melded indulgently together, compliantly taking his cock between the video Jane's very spread legs. And as she continued watching, Jane witnessed Tom speeding up his thrusts as she openly succumbed to him.

"Yes Tom, yes, keep fucking me! Fuck meeee! Put that cock as deep in my pussy as you can. Mmmmmm, you're being such a good boy. Fuck me, Tom!"

Whoever had been in control of making the video, it was right at that moment they had brought the phone nearer to the action, the screen showing an intimate closeup of Jane's fur-covered honeypot with Tom's erection diligently moving in and out of it.

"You're fucking me good, Tommy; nice and good, baby!"

That's when the camera panned to the right, Jane lifting off the bed, bringing her mouth closer to Tom's, ultimately pulling him into trading wet and passionate kisses.

Panning back out again, the recording allowed her to be quite recognizable. But you could also see his penis sinking between her legs, letting anyone who would watch the video know it was Jane Fleming engaged in a wild and wanton fucking.

Wanting to retain composure, while fighting back her own arousal, Jane managed to ask, "Okay Leslie, I think I get the gist of what this is about now. How much more do you want me to watch?"

"I need you to see this, Jane. I'm not asking for your comment yet, just please, watch the video."

When her attention returned to the screen, Jane saw that either her, or someone else had peeled off the rest of her clothes, and saw herself lying face down, her naked ass displayed on the bed. And there was somebody else with her now, positioned over top of her. As the man fucked Jane, the cameraphone did a very good job of showing her shoulder length brunette hair tousling about while the stranger's solid cock blatantly entered and exited her wet pussy. And as she'd lift her rear end to receive his cock, there were instances when the brown star of her asshole was visible, as well.

As the lurid mating continued, Jane also watched her own asscheeks rippling as whoever it was thrust into her from behind; blissfully engaged in sexual intercourse with a perfect stranger, begging him to not let up, his cock hammering into her drenched hole...

"Mmnnggghh... fuck me!"

Moaning and begging for the aggressor to continue his potent plunges, the video Jane's responses seemed a little on the sluggish side. And then someone, she thought probably Tom, soon remedied that. Jane watched a person out of camera view place a mirror with another line of coke, directly under her nose.

"Here, we've got more smack for you, honey. This'll give you a lift."

She couldn't believe the hedonistic things she was doing. As the Jane in the video bent her head down, she rested on the elbow of her right arm, pushed one nostril closed, without being coerced, decadently inhaled more of the abominable white powder into her nose.

And her reaction after snorting the coke, only made the real Jane more disgusted with herself, "Holy shit, what a fucking rush!"

Hardly taking any time at all to recover, Jane Fleming continued watching herself on the iPad screen, and only seconds later she received a hard smack from the hooligan. Directly to her ass.

SLAP!

"Hey Janey, I bet those people at your church would love seeing you right now. Maybe I oughta have you suck me off? What do you think they'd do if they knew their church-lady was a slut cocksucker, hmm?"

Triggered by the stinging whack to her soft derrière, and his contemptuous mockery, Jane went back to making herself available to the coterie of men in the hotel room. Remaining on her hands and knees, unresistant to the taunter's thrusts, Jane didn't recoil when she took another smack to her bared asscheek.

SLAP!

Suddenly recalling the prurient experience from the evening before, Jane couldn't blame herself for the language she heard coming out of her own mouth, "Yeah, motherfucker, instead of spanking me, you need to make sure your cock does what it should be doing to fuck me harder!"

When the camera panned to the left, it showed an unrecognizable man, seen only from his chest and below. With Jane and whoever it was now in the doggy position, he was holding firmly onto her hips as his lengthened staff drove forcefully into her moist hole.

"Yessss... don't... stop, fuck me, goddamn you!"

It only took a little more time until whoever it was, she assumed maybe it was Frank, on the verge of ejaculating, announced "Don't worry Jane, I'm fucking you hard. But I can't hold it, I'm gonna cum in your pussy!"

She was intrigued by her own depraved reaction. Unflinchingly taking the man's cock, along with a simple smile and nodding of her head, being told by some stranger what she was about to receive... Jane felt a bit of debauchery somewhere inside, watching her video alter ego salaciously cooperating with her aggressor.

And within a matter of seconds she heard a deliriously driven male voice grunting as she had no doubt he was joyously pumping his load of semen into her.

"Ummmmm, this is seriously some of the best married cunt EVER!. Jane, you are a great fuck!"

As she watched her own response to the man orgasming inside her, Jane witnessed the pent-up desires she had refused to acknowledge over the years finally surfacing.

"Yes... oh God yessss! Cum in me. I need all of it, I need this so bad..."

At that moment, the roused emotions coursing through Jane, were plentiful. But it was watching what she did on screen, making her wince. Believing now it was Frank, with them still in a coupled state, Jane energetically pushed herself back onto his stiff cock spewing its seed inside her.

"Don't you dare stop fucking me! Just because you're cumming, motherfucker, it doesn't mean we're done here!"

After the man completely finished spewing his seed, with her head facing down and remaining crouched on her hands and knees, Jane watched herself incoherently imploring, "Please... I just want a little more... please?"

But there was another unidentified man that came into view. This time in front of Jane. Because the camera-phone was panned in close, it was a tight shot where only his naked body could be seen from the waist down. The mystery guy stood at the foot of the bed, presenting his half-erect dong to Jane, about the same level of where her mouth was.

At first, without speaking a word, he brought the pear-shaped head of his penis to Jane's lips. And then spoke softly in an entirely indistinguishable voice...

"You're going to suck my cock. It's going into that pretty mouth of yours... and you're going to suck it for me. Aren't you Jane?"

Seeing herself nodding meekly at his instructions, Jane couldn't believe what happened next. Doing exactly as she was told, it was as if she was a paid prostitute, watching her mouth submissively open, accepting the stranger's semi-flaccid flesh. Once he had his knobbed crown including about two more inches past her lips, without a hint of defiance, Jane began her indulgent back and forth movements, servicing the stranger, just as he'd directed her.

With the man in the video still whispering through his pleasured condition, Jane could tell he was enthralled with her ability at fellatio, as her mouth moved up and down his now firmed pole.

"Yesssss, that's nice... sooo nice, Jane! Suck it, yesss, that's good."

Not letting up on her servile oral stimulations, the Jane in the video dedicatedly made her quick and short, up and down movements along the stranger's by now rigid prick. There was also trace amounts of spittle dripping from her mouth as she continued, uninterrupted, in her act of giving head to the unrecognized man.

"Ohhhh, you're such a sweet cocksucker, yessss, keep going, Jane."

She pensively watched as her recorded alter ego obediently followed the bidding of the horny stranger. For whatever reason, the Jane in the video seemed intent on satisfying all the sexual desires the man had for her.

When he brought his saliva slicked staff out of her mouth for a few seconds, he held it by the base, and teasingly kept it just out of reach, about an inch or so from her lips. Looking to be doing her best to continue pleasing him, Jane extended her tongue, the very tip of it licking underneath the stranger's glans, along his frenulum.

Noting her compliance in the video, when Jane heard what she'd submissively said to the stranger, she felt a bit of moisture welling between her legs.

"Hey motherfucker, you need to put it back in. How do you expect me to suck your cock if you won't let me have it?"

Placing the palm of his hand to the back of her head, the stranger eased her forwards, just enough so her extended tongue could make contact with the bulbous crown of his penis. As if knowing exactly what he wanted, Jane's tongue slithered in its own snake-like fashion, curling around the glans, determinately licking the sides, as well as underneath it again. As the man gratifyingly grunted, more of Jane's saliva mixed with his pre-cum dripped out of her mouth, and onto the mattress.

"Yeah slut, you haven't forgotten, have you, Jane? Taste my dick, and lick it like a good cocksucker. You are wanting to be a good cocksucker, aren't you?"

Jane watched the video slut nodding her head at the stranger's insults. "Yes. Yes I do... put your cock back in my mouth."

"Anything you say Jane, because I'm almost done with you. And I think you know where we're going to finish, don't you?"

There was more of her compliant nodding, along with a faster pace of her lips gliding up and down the man's rock-hard shaft. As Jane couldn't take her eyes from the screen, it was if her video self wanted what the man was going to do in her mouth, as the real Jane did.

And to assist her in the act of fellatio, the stranger's hips began rocking and wildly undulating, causing his cock to slide even further into her obedient mouth. Showing he was unquestionably in the process of fucking Jane's gorgeous face.

"I'm almost there, almost... there... Jane, I'm..."

Once the stranger's lunges halted, Jane watched his hand grip the back of her neck in the video. Making sure his hardened prick remained secured between her pursed lips, she heard the unmistakable grunt, and then another, louder than before.

"Uhhhggghhh! Jane... JANE! Yesssss... take it... take all my cum in your mouth!"

With the camera phone getting its tight shot, Jane Fleming witnessed again the compliant woman in the video moving, until only the protuberant helmet of the man's stiff dick remained inside her mouth. With her lips applying a delicate pressure, Jane remembered doing that same sexual favor for her husband. The reason being, he'd told her how pleasurable it was, compressing the head of his cock, while fervently ejaculating in her mouth.

She also recalled when she had been willing to allow Noel to spew his semen between her lips, and then submissively swallow it. But those were years behind them, during happier days of their marriage. Before she'd learned of his cheating, Jane figured he'd probably had other women sucking his cock, just like she'd been doing.

Her bittersweet thoughts returning to the present, Jane saw the onscreen cocksucker relax, her neck and throat muscles flex, witnessing the video Jane compliantly guzzle the now somewhat familiar man's warm masculine brew he'd just shot in her mouth.

After Leslie had shown Jane the rest of the video, she held on to her device, as if it held prized secrets.

"I know you must hate me by now. And I guess I couldn't blame you. But if you don't mind, I've got a few more important things I'd like to show you. And I'm hoping you won't fight me on this. Okay Jane?"

"I'm just having trouble believing any of this Leslie. Even though I should, I don't hate you. And I'm trying to figure out what you're going to do with this video. Besides what you've just shown me, I really can't remember much from last night. At least, not right now."

"I told you, Jane, as long as you cooperate, I'm not going to do anything with it. Truth is, the reasons I made it is because I need your help. And yeah, to help keep you quiet."

"But I don't know anything. So what is it you need me to keep quiet about? If there's nothing I know, what could you be afraid of?"

"That's simple, because I'm going to tell you. Look here, I want you to see these pictures. They're of my son, Brian, and some other shots of him with our family."

Leslie held the iPad and Jane gazed upon a rather good looking young man, and then the other pictures were of him and his mother, along with a few others in the photos.

"I took these pictures of him last week. And these other three were on our vacation last year at the Grand Canyon. Don't you think he's handsome, Jane?"

Still angry because of the sex video, Jane didn't want to act too cooperative and admit she indeed found Leslie Wilder's son very attractively handsome.

"Yeah, he's all-right looking. I guess."

"Y'know before we go any further, I'm wondering if I need to offer you something. Since you said you and your husband haven't been fucking for the last few years, and even though it doesn't make sense, with as beautiful as you are, I've got to believe you've been with someone, right? Jane, not that it's my business, but tell me... you've had someone taking care of your needs, right?"

As Jane remained mute, and sullenly shook her head at the intrusive question, Leslie remarked, "So, all this time, you've stayed to yourself, and haven't been with anyone?"

"No... I've tried doing the right thing Leslie. And we can see where it got me."

"Wow Jane. So am I right to assume you're not on any birth control right now?"

Realizing her situation of remaining chaste, along with her and Noel not having sex wasn't a secret anymore, at least as Leslie was concerned, Jane felt it would be pointless to deny anything about it.

"Wow, it seems like you know so much about me, Dr. Wilder. I guess I should feel honored, huh?"

"Well, you more or less admitted it last night while fucking the boys in my hotel room. We do have it on the video if you'd want me to play it back again?"

"No, there's no need for that. And as far as birth control goes, nope, right now, I'm not on anything. Why would you even care?"

"Because Jane, it's simple. I don't think you want to get pregnant. Even though you let every one of those men fuck you, you weren't prepared for any of it. So, I do have something I can offer to make sure you can take care of any concerns of having a baby right now."

"And that would be?"

"The morning-after pill."

"You brought it with you? You actually have it here... right now?"

"Yes I do, Jane. And I just thought I'd have it ready... y'know, just in case."

"Just in case that whatever you had planned worked out the way you wanted? Which it looks like it did. And since I've got multiple samples of other men's potent sperm swimming towards my eggs, you're quite ready to help me in my time of need. What a helpful, scheming, manipulative bitch you've turned out to be."

Ignoring the dig at her, a very naked Leslie went to her purse and removed something from it. Bringing it back to Jane.

"Here it is, and I think we both know the best thing for you to do is to go into the bathroom, pour yourself a glass of water and take this. Of course, I can't make you do it."

Knowing it was her fertile time of the month, and bringing a baby into her life wouldn't be the best for anyone, especially the unplanned child, Jane Fleming, somewhat reluctantly, made the decision to do as had been suggested.

When she arrived back to where she'd been sitting, Leslie was waiting with her iPad and started playing another video. And Jane saw it was Leslie's son, Brian, poised handsomely on the screen.

Except what she watched begin unfolding wasn't your everyday-type video. The one playing, showed a nude Brian sprawled out on a bed, along with his mother, naked like her son. And the two were talking.

"Honey, you know I love having you with me like this. I just want to make sure you know what you're doing, and whatever happens, it's something you want too."

"Yeah, I'm all in, mom. I love you so much. And I'm glad you and dad have invited me to help out with this... experiment. I love both of you so, so much."

"I love you too, honey. I think it's time we do this, don't you?"

That was when the camera panned somewhat out, where it showed Leslie and her son head-to-toe nude on the bed. And then beginning their sexual foreplay, the mother accepted her son climbing over her, pulling his mouth to hers, the two already lost in sharing sensual kisses.

After a minute or two of driving her tongue deep in her son's mouth, Leslie guided him to lie back on the bed. And as the camera zoomed closer, it showed her taking hold of Brian's erection and centering her mouth over it, initiating the act of fellatio on her son.

"Oh Mom... that's... ohhhh... damn!"

As Jane couldn't take her eyes away from the screen, and of Leslie, seductively sliding her lips up and down Brian's firm pillar; because of how wet she was between her legs, if the doctor were to notice, she knew it would reveal how aroused she'd become.

The incestuous scenario continued on the screen. With Brian lying submissively back on the bed, Leslie's fingers steadily held her son's cock vertically straight, and then took to darting her tongue out, titillatingly licking along each side of his glans, as well as fluttering the tip of it delicately into an excited Brian's piss-slit.

Fighting to breathe and talk from the erotic attention, Brian gasped out, "Oh fuck, Mom, that, that feels good! Dad's been trying to tell me how you know what you're doing when it comes to cocksucking. Shitttttt!"

Jane watched Leslie adoringly smile at the compliment, "Yes honey, mommy loves doing this for you. This is why I want you involved in our research; it's all for you baby."

As the devoted mother returned to taking her son's hardened cock in her mouth, Leslie hovered over Brian, her bobbing head motions moving faster and more energetic, with mother and son's eyes locked on each other's.

As Jane continued to be drawn into the enticingly intense incestuous actions between Leslie and Brian, she wondered who recorded the video. Reluctantly, Jane asked Leslie to pause it, hoping to find out more.

"I have to ask. Why exactly are you showing me this?"

"Because I want you to understand how excited I was, Jane. What you're watching was the first of many times my son and I had our... liaisons. And thankfully Brian agreed it was important, of course, for our research, to have it documented."

"And you did this with your husband's approval, I assume?"

"My husband's approval? Oh my God, Jane! Brian's father recorded the video in our bedroom!"

"Leslie!"

The psychotherapist recognized how aroused Jane Fleming had become from what she'd been told, along with watching the forbidden actions. And with the way Jane's voice fluttered once she realized how deep the incestuous rabbit hole was.

"Your husband, he was there watching this all happen?"

"Jane, my husband, Dr. William Wilder, he's the one who first suggested we should invite Brian into our research. But we're using up valuable time, because I've got appointments later this afternoon I'm needing to attend. Just keep watching, please."

"No, wait."

"Wait for what, Jane; what is it?"

"I have to ask... is what you're doing, with Brian, even though you're calling it... research, is this something you were really drawn into doing with him? I mean, was it something you'd been tempted to do?"

"Yes Jane it is. And yes, to both your questions. If you don't mind me telling you, when Bill would fuck me, many times he'd talk about Brian and me; about my sleeping with our son. And it wasn't long after, all he had to do was mention it, and I'd cum... just thinking about Brian..., about my taking my son to bed. I don't know if I'm able to describe any of it, how arousing it was doing these things with Brian. It was so... emancipating! Not only me, but my husband too.

"Actually, it was part of our experiments. The ecstasy of doing it as his father witnessed it, being right there, not only observing someone fucking me, another man fucking his wife; but it being his own son. We didn't get it on video, but I can tell you after Brian's orgasm, I did it with Bill, while our son watched his father fuck me. Ohhh, I'll never, ever forget the orgasms I had that day; cumming on my husband's cock... and our son's, in the same room, only minutes apart."

Feeling her own sense of euphoria shoot through her hearing Leslie's erotic homily, Jane lustily nodded her head in reply. And it was her own womanly nectar dripping from her pussy, affirming how aroused she was at the thought of a family, father, mother and son joining together in a way society frowned on. And then Leslie posed a question to Jane.

"Would you be willing to tell me, if I asked... only in a professional courtesy, of course... what's your opinion of me? And what you know about me now?"

Jane felt her heart rapidly beating, and of herself blushing, as the blood ran to her head, to her tender nipples, and to her excited cunt. And she knew the answer to Leslie's question had to be written all over her face and to how she felt about what was on Leslie's iPad.

"Well, I... haven't really thought too much about it."

But, that was a lie. The fact was, Jane had most definitely thought too much about it. And then she recalled something that had happened in her bathroom, some six months prior to her meeting with Dr. Wilder at the Hilton.

* * * * *

As she began opening the package there in her kitchen, Jane thought twice about it. Taking it to her bedroom, she closed the door first. With her daughter Cassidy being home for the next few days, the horny mother was concerned about her seeing what she now had in her possession. Being a little nervous, it was something that had been ordered from a website discreetly selling items of an erotic nature.

Now behind closed doors, feeling like she was safe from any curious onlookers, with some trepidation, Jane opened the box. But once holding onto it, with the same type of excitement she had as a young girl on Christmas morning, she began investigating the new toy.

There it was, finally in her hands. Jane held her very first battery-powered, waterproof, three-different-speed-settings, and supposedly quiet... eight inch vibrating dildo.

She figured four-and-a-half years was long enough to go without some kind of assistance in her self-denied sex life. Even though it had been that long since she had had any conjugal relations with her husband Noel, it wasn't like she didn't have all the yearnings any normal woman her age would. Because of how intense things had become, Jane could end up masturbating many times in one week.

The unfulfilled woman had been seriously tempted to making the purchase of her new possession for some time. Mostly, it had been fear stopping her from getting it sooner. But as it is with some things in life, once someone gets angry, or horny enough about conjugal nonfulfillment, they'll overcome their apprehensions, going ahead doing the thing causing the anxiousness.

She knew the most secure, private place for her to try out her new masturbation toy would be the bathtub. After inserting the needed double-A batteries, Jane began running the water for her completely unnecessary, but very much-desired, midday soak.

Standing behind the locked bathroom door, Jane gazed at the naked woman staring back at her in the full-sized mirror. She was thankful for the shoulder-length brunette hair, her fair skin and still perky, ample-sized breasts. Why, she wondered, would the man who had stood with her at the marriage altar twenty-one years prior, decide to forfeit his sexual sovereignty with her? She wasn't one who'd gloat over her own beauty, but, goddamn, Jane knew she still looked pretty decent for her age.

As she kept up her gazing, she felt proud to still see her tummy hadn't any excess meat or flab. And her girlish hips, well, they looked to be just as feminine as always. Not too wide, but standing out enough so any guy checking her out would know she was all woman.

Turning herself halfway around, she also felt good about her delectable, heart-shaped ass. In the better years she'd had with her husband, Jane remembered Noel's complimenting her during their lovemaking; how alluring his wife's ass had to be for any man lucky enough to see it.

As those recollections went through her mind, she almost began feeling sorry for herself. Here she was, hiding in her bathroom, getting ready to try out an artificial penis on her untouched female sex organ.

And as happened sometimes, she began questioning her decision to no longer have sex with Noel. Would it be that bad, Jane wondered, if they'd go back to sleeping together? Maybe he had learned his lesson, and if they were to fuck, things could return to the way it was before she had found out about his sexual dalliances with other women?

But then her resolve set back in. Jane recalled Noel's anger at being cut-off, being informed if she wouldn't give herself to him, then he would find some other outlet to relieve his sexual stress and natural male urges.

As she heard the running water continue making its noise as her bathtub was almost filled, she spoke quietly to only herself...

"No, you piece of shit. I told you I'd never allow you to have your cock in me again, and I meant it. And for what it's worth, I'd much rather sleep with a snake before ever giving you the chance to hurt me a second time. So for now, we're gonna give this thing I bought a try. Hopefully, that'll help me with all this temptation I've been dealing with. God knows I need a cock inside me. I don't know how much more I can take, before I break. Well, at least I'll have this dildo to keep me company for now."

But where was the on button? When she found it, Jane also noticed where one could set the three different speeds. As she lay in the bathtub with the jets of the jacuzzi spraying its lusciously warm water onto her delicate skin, she finally felt some of her tension subside, leaving her for the moment.

Relaxed enough to test out her new toy, Jane put it on its lowest setting. Lifting her ankles to rest on the sides of the tub, with her legs spread wide, the vibrating head was brought to the lips of her deprived vulva. Gently taking her time, holding off to bringing it deeper into her needy orifice, she held it just at the entrance, further arousing herself by its vibrations.

Ready to find out what it would like to be penetrated by the sex toy she carefully moved it inward. Slowly at first, Jane ran it in and out of her cunt, acclimating, then being taken over by its mesmerizing power.

With Jane further exhilarated from the dildo's pleasure, it didn't take long to increase the settings to the next vibration level. Making a mental note to make sure she bought more AA batteries the next time she was at the store, Jane picked up the pace, as she continued moving her plastic lover in and out of her satisfied cunt.

As the sensual pulsations captured her, Jane recalled sexual urges she had tried to bury over the last few years. Conjuring images of different men, some from church, and her role as a counselor, it became easier to imagine them in a sexual setting. She was drawn nearer to the notion of their genitals servicing her, subjugating Jane, imagining each man at a time to putting their cock in her mouth, and pussy, at long last receiving the prurient attention she'd been craving.

More than a few fascinating men came to her mind. With each one, she fantasized of opening her legs and being penetrated by them. Since she only had one brother, Jeremy, better known as 'Butch', she even imagined his cock inside her. And then it was the former next-door neighbor who came to mind. Numerous times when they'd talked, she noticed his staring at her opened blouse, her cleavage exposed. Thinking him enticingly handsome, Jane was unashamed fantasizing about the man's love-stick plunging between her legs, happily accepting him as a lover, as well.

Falling even deeper into her lustful remembrances, she recalled her and Noel's getaway to the Caribbean island of St. Thomas. There were many unrighteous things done and said by them. Even now if they were to become known by others, would be very embarrassing for both Jane and her husband in their role as church leaders.

The incident at the beach, when she'd had too much to drink, staring and then delving into the impure thoughts about the waitress who'd served them their mixed drinks. Jane even then battled with temptations about her attraction to certain females. Things she knew were wrong, but now and again when masturbating, hadn't pulled her mind away from the curiosity of giving and receiving oral sex from another woman.

And then there had been the day they'd gone to the nude beach. The promise made to Noel, to strip naked, and lie nude in the sun along the beach, exposing herself to whoever might be there as well.

But there had also been the temptation to parading herself naked which was only fulfilled later that day when she stood on the outdoor ledge of their hotel. Remembering again the one who'd come along, the French speaking guy named Alain, as the two of them talked, her standing only feet above, exposing her nakedness, and he stood admiring her beauty, only to leave moments later.

But there in the bathtub, behind the locked bathroom door, she continued to use the vibrator in her sensitive pussy. Jane recalled the temptation Noel placed in front of her, telling his wife if she were willing, how much he would have enjoyed watching her fuck the Frenchman in their hotel bed.

As many men kept circling around in her head, she continued pleasuring herself with the vibrating sex tool. Even as she allowed it all to happen that particular afternoon, Jane encountered a roadblock not allowing her to climax just yet.

So, she reasoned maybe it was time to increase the vibration setting to full speed ahead. Bringing it out of her passageway, Jane brought the head of the sex toy nearer to her clitoris, hoping that would help bring a euphoric finish there in her bathtub.

Moving the dildo to various places between her legs, pleasing her the most, the higher vibration setting began having the desired effect. And as she sensed her climax sneaking towards her, the thought of Connor, her own flesh and blood, his cock penetrating her, in the act of fornicating together, overpowered her vulgar musings.

Holding the vibrator just inside her pussy, Jane went ahead and carried on with the illicit fantasy; a naked Connor in her bed, the two transformed into an incestuous couple. The horny mother substituted the inserted device for her own son's penis. And this wasn't the first time he'd entered her mind while masturbating. In times past, Jane had tried to put the fascination of the two of them having sexual intercourse to the back of her thoughts, the best she knew how. But when those efforts would prove unsuccessful, she would give in to her unrelenting desires. Just as she went ahead and did that afternoon

Knowing the taboo words that came to her mind shouldn't be spoken, whether alone or not, Jane surrendered to uttering them anyway, "Oh yessss, my babe's sweet cock could fuck mommy real nice, couldn't it? Ohhhh yeah, Connor, fuck your Mother with that hard cock! Yessss, that's right, move it in and out, oh just like that, my sweet babe. Mommy really needs her bad boy's nice dick right now."

As she had kept driving the dildo into her love box, Jane imagined it was her son making love to her, the lonely mother felt drawn to Connor like a moth to the flame. Inside her head, the rational side knew she shouldn't be thinking of him that way. But the unfulfilled sexual desires she'd ignored for years, forced Jane into doing something disgustingly vulgar.

It was in these last few months, noticing how Connor had grown and filled out quite nicely. Maybe it was because of his exercising and jogging every day. But, wow, the horny Mom finally stopped denying how handsome and appealing her son had become to her, and probably other mothers too.

With her longings yet to be answered, Jane continued masturbating behind the closed door of the bathroom, in an almost disjointed rambling, "Do you want to fuck mommy? I bet you do. Would you like me to suck your cock, so you can cum in Mommy's mouth? Oh my sweet babe, all you gotta do is tell me what you want, and I won't say no! Ohhhh, fuck me, Connor. Fuck your mother like she needs it! Oh shit babe, fuck your mother!"

As she laid in the tub surrounded by the warm, luxurious water, deep inside, Jane was aware of a still-small voice trying to speak and make sense to her. It tried telling her how wrong her thoughts and whispering words were, and how she was on the precipice of going too far in her imaginations. But at that moment, with her passions becoming ignited beyond limit, she wasn't going to listen to anything associated with reason, common decency, or morality.

Since she'd finally became comfortable with the idea of sharing a taboo intimacy with her son, Jane felt herself pushed over the wall of respectability into an intense orgasmic cascade. At that moment, all she could think about, was Connor mounted over her with his cock--her son's cock--penetrating deep into her cunt... dedicatedly fucking his mother!

* * * * *

"Oh come on, Jane, don't try to hide it. Did you think I haven't noticed your body language, not to mention the wet spot there between your legs? Face it, you're as turned on by this, as I was when I first began my research years ago. Stop trying to pretend you're not."

"Oh my god, Leslie, I don't know what to say..."

"You really don't have to say anything. But from how you're reacting to what I've shown you so far, I know I made the right decision to invite you here."

"You mean you...?"

"Yes, you were invited here for a reason. I want your assistance in gathering my data, and once it's been retrieved, to help decipher it. But you don't have to give me an answer right now. If you want, you can go home and tell me what you want to do in a few days."

As Leslie could see the wheels in Jane's head turning, she noticed her staring at the paused video on her iPad.

"But I can see you like what Brian and I are doing. Would you like to watch the rest of the video before I have to leave?"

Jane thought back to her vibrator and the temptations from masturbating with it. She wasn't sure if she was outwardly sweating, but she knew how badly she wanted to know more about the sinful things that would happen between Leslie and her son.

Knowing what she was about to look at would make the doctor more of an ally than an enemy, she went ahead and admitted...

"Yeah, I really want to see the rest of it. I'm ready now."

Once Leslie saw more of Jane's arousal, she started playing it for her again. Jane was treated once more to watching Leslie lovingly work her mouth on Brian's erection, deliberately pleasuring and incestuously gratifying him, like she had only imagined doing the same to Connor, when she'd masturbate in the darkness of her bedroom.

It was only a few minutes later in the video, when Jane witnessed Leslie's son experiencing a tremendous orgasm, and she thought she might have one too watching a close-up view of Brian ejaculating, and his mother accommodatingly accepting all his semen into her mouth.

As the screen went blank, Leslie explained the interruption was due to giving her son time to... rest up. When the video restarted, it was apparent there'd been many minutes of time elapse. But now the still-horny Leslie was giving her son lessons on the art of cunnilingus; of course, using herself as the test model to help him understand the best way to pleasing a woman with his tongue and fingers.

"Yes, yes baby, you're doing great. Keep licking mommy's special place just right at that spot... yes, baby, right... there! Mmmmnnnn that's sooo good honey!"

As Jane fascinatingly watched Brian's tongue ushering his mother to orgasm, she thought again of her role many miles away as a counselor at the church she and her family attended. But there wasn't any way Jane could hide how she was more than curious how the sex act between Leslie and her son would play out.

And with the way a young man's cock has an easier time getting resurrected, after the doctor had taken Brian into her mouth again, Leslie soon had him erect enough where the two enjoyed his inaugural experience of mounting his mother from behind, followed by his cock gaining easy entrance to her wet slit.

With it being their initial act of sexual intercourse, they were arranged doggie style, Leslie on all fours, directly in front of her son on the bed.

"Oh Mom, this is... yessss... I've never had anything like this feel so good before!"

"Mmmmmmm, yes, Brian... yes. You need to give me... give Mommy all of your cock, honey... yesssssss! Oh yesssss, sink it as deep in me as possible. Jesus Christ Brian... fuck me deep. Fuck your Mother, deeeep!"

As Jane couldn't keep from watching the naked Leslie and son on the screen, her own sexual juices flowed between her legs. As she saw a sensually unleashed boy thrusting himself unabatedly into his mother; remaining unwaveringly stationed for him, Leslie's tits wobbled underneath, keeping her head held high at the onslaught.

"Oh my god, Brian, yesssss fuck me! Fuck your Mother! This is how it's supposed to be!"

Not being able to pull her eyes away, it triggered Jane to watch the doctor subserviently surrender to her son, allowing him to penetrate as deeply into his mother as his cock would go.

Finding herself hardly able to speak, Jane wasn't sure if Leslie noticed how aroused she was by what they were doing, as the video continued playing.

"Even though you're his mother, you just gave yourself to him, didn't you? Your boy seems to love you very much."

"Yes, yes he does, Jane. This is what our research is trying to uncover. Is there a correlation, can there be passion, and romance, but yet a maternal love between mother and son, simultaneously without any harmful effects between them? All of our evidence is pointing towards that conclusion... so far, anyway."

Even through the cloud of arousal sweeping over her, Jane remembered watching the doctor and Tom, purportedly Leslie's own brother, only a short time before. That's when Iris also came to mind and the situation with her brother David. So she asked Leslie, "Tell me about you and Tom, are you really his sister?"

"Yeah, Tom's my baby brother, about ten years younger than me. And I guess you know by now... he's working with us too."

"So, when it comes to a brother and sister, is your research finding anything close to what it's telling you about a mother and son sexual connection?

"Yes, in general with most siblings, even though we've found the relationship not quite the same, there are some noticeable similarities that shouldn't be ignored. And there's something else our research has found. Once a brother and sister have come together and committed incest, there's a high likelihood if they have offspring, the temptation for the female to do the same thing with their son, or their daughter will be very strong. In almost over ninety percent of our cases, we've found that to be the case."

Once Jane heard that, it didn't take her long to wonder if Iris was having the temptations that Leslie spoke about... wanting to have a relationship with her son Jesse, like she'd done with her brother David?

But with the doctor holding her iPad, so her incestuous actions with Brian continued to be viewed, she noticed Jane was starting to trace her fingers along the opening of her legs, trying to covertly masturbate while watching the steamy exhibition of a mother and son fucking. And she wanted to let her know it wouldn't be wrong to let herself go, and not feel inhibited if she were to pleasure herself right then and there.

"Jane, I can see this affects you like it does me. It's just you and me here right now, and it isn't going to bother me at all, if you want to make yourself feel good. I've masturbated a few times myself rewatching this. If you want, I'll leave my iPad with you, so you can do whatever you want."

As the offer was made, an unbridled fire coursed through Jane like she hadn't ever experienced in the past. Not that she ever considered herself an exhibitionist, and wasn't sure what made her do it, but she asked Leslie to open her suitcase and find the vibrator she had brought along, and then bring it to her.

Pausing the video before retrieving the sex toy, Leslie handed it over to Jane, fully reclined on the bed, taking it into her twitching hand.

Not wearing panties, Jane impulsively placed the vibrating device to her exposed, moist folds; While Leslie watched, she softly glided it into her, pleasuring her in the way she longed for right at that moment.

"I know what I've shown you, fucking my son, what it's doing to you, Jane. I had to make sure you were like me. Not all mothers go to the lengths I have to bed their son, but some do. And I think that's true for you, isn't it?"

Masturbating throughout Leslie's inquiry, Jane was stirred to give an honest answer. But along with her being in a high state of arousal, there was an equal amount of apprehension to tell Leslie about the temptations she was dealing with. Wanting badly to orgasm, she coyly continued on, running her vibrating dildo deeper into her.

"I know you're wondering if you can trust me. With what I did last night, recording you with Tom and Frank, and--the others. But you need to know I would never hurt you. I hope you believe, what I have with Brian, I want for you too."

As Jane gazed up at Leslie, self-indulgently plunging the vibrator deeper into her pussy, she struggled to speak, trying to do her best.

"You, you don't know what it's like for me. I'm expected to be a loving wife to an asshole husband who fucked around on me behind my back. And those people at church who think I'm some goody-two-shoes, they don't know what I'm going through, either. My family, my daughter and my son, I think they look up to me, and I want to do right by them as their mother, but I'm trying to deal with temptations I've had for years. And I'm not sure I can do anything about them."

"Jane, if there's anybody who understands, it's me. And more than you realize. You want what God made you to be. There's nothing wrong with being a good wife, and a good mother. But you need more. Your body's craving to be satisfied, just like what you're doing for yourself right now, but you were also created to have someone to do it for you."

"Yes, and I have for a while now."

"Let's not be afraid to say it, you need cock. You need a man fucking you in a way that pleases you. That's why what you did last night, you enjoyed every minute of it, didn't you?"

At the moment, Jane wasn't able to deny the pleasures she had wantonly luxuriated herself in.

"Yes. Yes I did."

"And you do want it to happen again, don't you?"

Still somewhat reticent to respond, she simply nodded her head, giving Leslie her answer.

"Come on, Jane, it's okay to say it. After last night, you're going to want it again, and again. Don't be afraid to admit how much you want to fuck, and be fucked!"

As Leslie tried to help Jane understand the lascivious fires burning inside of her shouldn't be denied or snuffed out; she brought her hands to the inside of Jane's thighs and pushed them further apart.

"Leslie... what are you doing?"

"I'm proving to you what you've finally admitted. You love sex and getting fucked!"

As Leslie took control of the vibrator, over the next few minutes, inserting and withdrawing it until Jane, with her legs compliantly opened, surrendered to its pleasure. As she reclined on the bed, giving Leslie free rein to luxuriously pump the vibrator back and forth into her, she reflexively tightened her cunt around the invading sex toy.

"Oooohhh, this is..., yeahhhh...!"

"Admit it, you like this too don't you, Jane?"

"Ohhhh Leslie, I've, never..."

"It doesn't matter what you've done before. I want you to admit it, this does feel good, doesn't it?"

"Oh yeah, it does, but..."

"But nothing!"

Using her other hand, Leslie instinctively sent it inside Jane's blouse, and since she hadn't been wearing a bra, impetuously took hold of one of her breasts and began massaging it.

"Leslie!"

"Stop fighting it! This is what you've needed, just like last night, it was what you needed, too."

Acting as if she were a parent disciplining her child, Leslie didn't back away from directing Jane to seeing what was best for her.

Not sure how to react to having the uninvited hand on her breast, Jane chose not to spurn Leslie's overtures, who was still quite naked, at the moment.

But with what happened next, Jane knew she would have to choose to allow it.

As Leslie brought her mouth closer, she wasn't sure how her advances would be received. But forging on, she unapologetically placed her lips over Jane's and began pressing them together.

Somewhat caught off balance at what was happening, Jane easily surrendered to the doctor's fervent first kiss. Without anything needing to be said, the two ladies escalated their openmouthed caressing on the bed, while Leslie kept masturbating Jane with her own vibrator.

"Would you be mad if I told you how gorgeous you are? And even the first time I met you, when you heard me speak at the symposium, how much I wanted to take you to bed with me?"

As Jane was stirred by Leslie's erotic confession, and how the doctor used both hands to remove the rest of her clothing, she assisted by raising herself enough off the bed, allowing Leslie to undress her.

With the two of them now lying naked on the bed, their lips united again. Leslie, next to Jane, took hold of the vibrator and placed it inside her very wet pussy.

"Yes honey, this is what you need, except it needs to be a cock. But this'll do for now..."

Unable to deny or say no to all that was happening, Jane coolly gave her permission, not wanting to change the direction to what she hoped would happen. Jutting her hips in a simultaneous rhythm with the insertion of the vibrator, she moaned...

"Yeah, it feels good. Fuck me with it! Fuck my cunt, Leslie... oh my God, it feels... really good!"

As Jane began letting go of the traditional conventions and fundamentalism she'd been brought up with, she delectably writhed through the sensual stimulations given by Leslie Wilder. She marveled at what she had allowed to happen. Not only the night before, but especially what was taking place right then, being sexually pleasured by another woman. Just as she'd thought about while masturbating. So, finally surrendering to that fantasy, Jane determined she wouldn't allow anything to get in the way of what felt so good, allowing Leslie to plunge the vibrating dildo deeper into her pussy.

"I need to know something Jane, and I don't want you to be afraid to tell me. What Brian and I did, do you want something like that with Connor?"

After her son's name was mentioned, while the vibrator stimulated her cunt, Jane's hips instinctually bucked upward, dazzled by a jolt of what seemed like prurient electricity zooming through her.

"That's what I thought; you do want him, don't you?"

"Oh Leslie, this all feels so good, but I'm not sure if I should talk about him or not."

Accelerating the thrusts of the vibrator, Leslie leaned closer to Jane's ear and whispered, "We both know your boy masturbates, in all likelihood, because of how beautiful you are, he's obsessed with you Jane. And I'm sure, all Connor thinks about is having his gorgeous mother's affection in return."

Wanting what she was told to be true, as the upper half of Jane's naked body excitedly rose up off the bed, Leslie gazed down into her eyes and declared...

"You need to believe, your son wants you Jane. That boy wants to fuck his mother!"

No longer opposed to discussing Connor and what he might want, Jane realized her relationship with Leslie Wilder had definitely turned a corner from what it had been only a few hours prior.

"Oh Leslie, do you really think so? I'm afraid to believe something like that, just in case he doesn't want me."

"That's nonsense. Our data proves when a man isn't doubting his mother won't reject his propositioning her, there's a much higher likelihood they'll end up in bed together. And I have every reason to believe there's nothing unreliable about our collected info.

Withdrawing the vibrator from between Jane's legs, Leslie replaced it with her own fingers. Amazed by the amount of wetness she found, the doctor began tenderly stimulating and running two of her digits into Jane's saturated pussy.

And she loved everything about Leslie's fingers, and what they were doing.

"Ahhh, yessss, Leslieeee, mmnngghhh."

"Tell me Jane, what do you think Connor would do, if he knew his Mother wouldn't refuse him?"

"I... I'm not sure. I don't know if he wants me or not, Leslie."

"There's a simple way to find out Jane."

Confused and anxious, Jane begged, "What... how would I do that?"

"It's easy... listen to me. The next time you're getting ready to take a shower or bath, maybe after you drive home later today, just... invite Connor into your bedroom. Have him sit down on the bed and in the middle of chit-chatting about whatever, pretend you've got to go somewhere quick, and nonchalantly undress in front of him".

"Leslie... are you kidding me? That would be crazy..."

"No, it isn't crazy. And I don't mean down to your bra and panties. I'm talking about letting your son see you completely nude."

"Oh my god Leslie, yeah that sounds hot. It really does. But how can I know he'd want me like that?"

"I'm telling you Jane, with as beautiful and finely built as you are, you shouldn't be self-conscious about showing Connor your tits and pussy. And with what I saw last night, how just a little push from the booze, and coke... I don't think it would be too hard for you to push yourself a little further. For yours, and Connor's sake."

As Leslie still hadn't pulled her fingers from Jane's moist pussy, she asked something that roused the church counselor even further.

"Think of it honey... there you are in your bedroom, as naked as the day you were born, and Connor's there sitting on your bed. Just think Jane, you're showing your nakedness to Connor, there isn't anything he can't see. And the two of you are talking, but he can't take his eyes off you."

Imagining the scenario just as Leslie described it, Jane fantasized about her and Connor. She had watched him strip naked, and then went to lying down on the bed next to her. After exchanging hot kisses, she ended up obligingly opening her legs, giving Connor the gift of his mother's warm, accommodating pussy. And as it is with sexual intercourse between a man and woman, she envisioned him cumming, pumping all his hot sperm inside her.

Momentarily lost in her fantasy, she was brought back to reality when Leslie spoke, "And I'm sure he'd love to see his mother's marvelous ass too. Believe me, it's probably all he thinks about when he masturbates, imagining himself in your bed, fucking you."

"I'm still not sure that would be best for us. I love Connor more than anything. And even though I've had these temptations, Leslie... oh, I don't know what to do."

"You're so fucking silly Jane. But if you won't follow my advice because you're not sure, should I just go ahead and ask him?"

Quickly sitting up, bringing her naked body up off the bed in alarm, Jane practically begged...

"Oh no, Leslie, please promise you wouldn't!"

"Relax, I'd never do anything that wouldn't get the two of you together. But I do promise I'll help in any way that'll get what both you and Connor want."

After making that vow, Leslie directed Jane to lie back on the bed, to resting her head on the pillow. After making sure she was comfortable, it wasn't but a few seconds until she delicately guided her middle finger into Jane's slit, then leaning over, pressing their lips together, initiating another intense openmouthed kiss with the church counselor.

And only a moment later, Jane wasn't sure how to respond after the doctor relocated herself on the bed, as Leslie aligned herself with Jane's pussy. Knowing things were soon going to ramp up between them, she didn't protest when Leslie's tongue invaded her, beginning its work to luxuriously lick what Jane was sure had to be her very moist cunt.

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On the two-hour drive back home, Jane Fleming kept thinking back to everything that had happened the night before, and that morning up until the time she'd left the hotel. She was also beginning to remember most of the things she had allowed in the hotel bed. Most of her memories were of the different men who'd cum inside her. Since she hadn't taken the opportunity to bathe or shower, Jane couldn't help wondering what remnants of those same men might still be there.

And, facing the fact she'd openly admitted to Leslie about thoughts of becoming sexually involved with her son, Jane contemplated all the details of what that would mean, if she and Connor were to wind up in bed together.

She recalled the luscious experience of Leslie rolling her over on the bed, then probing her finger into her asshole. Also when the doctor revealed, 'Jane, we've had some of the ladies give detailed accounts of having anal intercourse with their sons,' Jane mulled over the fantasy of taking Connor in her asshole, something that could help bring her to anally orgasming. But that hadn't been all Leslie had to say about it, 'Jane, I'll just tell you, once that happens, when a mother surrenders her backdoor, the chances of going back to any kind of a normal relationship with her son is just about nil. Tell me, if Connor wanted it... do you think the two of you would go that far?'

In that quick flash of an instance, Jane's imaginative powers brought it to reality. She was on all fours, in bed with Connor, he had applied a fair amount of lube to her brown star and the head of his cock, followed by him ultimately penetrating her anal ring.

She thought about how luscious it could be once a delectable rhythm was set in motion between them, giving herself over to be sodomized by her own son.

Back at the hotel room, allowing Leslie's finger to probe deeper, past her rectum, Jane had sank deeper into her own imaginations of Connor sleeping with her; in the middle of the night, awakened by his fucking her from behind. With her fantasies taking over, Jane visualized Connor, his cock snaking into his mother's bowels, wondering if it could bring a sexual satisfaction never experienced by her up to that point.

'Jane, I don't know if it's something you've ever experienced with a man, but I swear, when it's done properly, an anal orgasm isn't something you'll want to have only once. Especially if it's from having your son's cock in your ass.'

As those words were spoken by Leslie, Jane spontaneously raised her rump, allowing better access to probing deeper past her sphincter.

'Don't you think that's something Connor would want Jane? And if it was, wouldn't you want to give in to having his cock up inside your hot, rear hole? Doesn't that just get you all wet, thinking about a woman allowing her son to fuck her, back there?'

'Mmmmnnn, oh my God Leslie, I never wanted to be a bad mother... but...'

Still mulling it over on her ride home, Jane couldn't remember exactly how her hostess had choreographed it, but once they'd gone back to trading wet kisses, and swapping moist tongues, taking very little time, it was a natural progression until she and the doctor had arranged themselves in the sixty-nine position. And Jane was underneath, collaboratively using her tongue to indulge Leslie.

Not sure she could explain how it happened, aroused beyond belief, having Leslie's wet slit positioned over her mouth, the church counselor felt no shame giving in to her urges, sampling the feminine nectar dripping onto her tongue, and into her mouth.

After all the years denying her bi-curiosity, there in the hotel room, finally free from all her responsibilities to being the chaste church leader, Jane gave herself over to sexually satisfying herself with another woman. And at that moment, it was Leslie Wilder.

Extending her tongue until it slithered between the pouty cunt lips of her new lover's sex, Jane didn't recoil after getting her first taste of another woman's pussy.

Her head cambering up between Leslie's opened legs, Jane's tongue worked to bring the doctor to climax. She remembered all her life being told how wrong it was to be lesbian or bisexual. And yet more than a few times, a very curious Jane Fleming dealt with the itch and impulse to trying it. Even her husband knew about that. And everything Jane had willingly done over the last few hours, she'd been taught was all sinful.

Satisfied with herself about getting in the sixty-nine position with Leslie Wilder, Jane's thoughts switched to her son Connor and what she'd finally admitted out loud to the doctor who had helped her climax while discussing it.

Now, driving along the road with her hands on the steering wheel, she wondered what it would be like if her hands were wrapped around her son's ankles as the two of them took up the sexy sixty-nine position, while engaging in oral sex in her bedroom.

Happy her five year drought of celibacy was now over, she thought again of what she'd done the night before and this morning. Along with the things she'd talked about with Leslie Wilder. About she and her son taking their relationship to something out of this world.

And she thought, maybe, if something were to happen, it would all start when the two of them were alone in the house together? She and Connor could be relaxing on the couch, watching tv and he would casually wrap his arm around her. She envisioned herself snuggling up to her son, as he pulled her body into his. And then Connor would begin kissing the soft skin of his mother's neck and nuzzle himself into her, the same way lovers do before they come together and fuck.

As the fantasy continued, with her car speeding down the interstate, Jane would free herself of the restrictive blouse and bra she'd put on earlier, consenting to Connor intently sucking each of her erect nipples. As her musings continued, both of them were now lying horizontally on the couch, and their petting had gone further, to the point Connor was licking across his mother's bared breasts, confessing how much he loved her sumptuous tits.

Jane then visualized they'd changed positions and she was lying underneath her son, exchanging hot openmouthed kisses, both of them naked and he's fucking her, fucking his own mother with total abandon.

With her cunt soaking wet, Jane also couldn't deny the wanton emotions coursing through her of becoming involved in lesbian sex with Dr. Leslie Wilder. She hadn't asked her to do what she did, and yet, Jane realized there hadn't been a hint of protest once she'd spread her legs, allowing the gorgeous doctor to eat her pussy.

And with the way Leslie's tongue had delivered those luscious orgasms... had it really been three in a row? And each time, for whatever reason, through each of her ravishing climaxes, she found it impossible to keep from thinking about Iris, while Leslie's lavish attention indulgently pleasured her cunt and asshole.

While her mind wandered through that very erotic jungle, thinking about the last twenty-four hours, her phone began ringing and it was her son. Wanting to be safe on the road, she set it up so she could talk over the sound system of her car, hands free.

"Hey honey, what's going on?"

"I was just calling to ask you the same thing, Mom. I haven't seen you since yesterday. And dad was gone all night too. I saw him get back home earlier today. But I just want to know, is everything okay?"

Thinking again about the last few hours, snorting coke, the men who'd fucked her, sucking cock, drinking cum, and Leslie's luxuriant tongue, Jane hoped she'd managed a believable reply, "Yeah babe... I'm fine."

But she wondered if it wasn't something he wouldn't want her doing, using the pet-name she had given him years in the past when he was much younger.

"Wow, mom, you haven't called me that in a long time."

"Yeah, I guess I haven't. But you never seemed to mind it back then."

"No... no I didn't, and I don't mind it now, either. It definitely makes me feel closer to you."

Hearing her son's confession, it made her think again of Leslie with her son, Brian... and him cumming in his mother's mouth. Jane felt an unfathomable chill running down her spine.

"I, uh, appreciate you wanting that, honey. Because it isn't going to be too long till you're out of the house heading for who knows where. And probably into the arms of your forever love."

She wasn't sure if the last thing coming out of her mouth made her appear anxious or jealous, or if it came off mother-hennish. But Jane knew she didn't want it to sound like any of those things. She just wanted Connor to realize how much she loved him. In all the ways a mother should. And in a few she knew were anything but proper.

And yet, she assumed her son hadn't just called her out of the blue. There had to be some sensible reason he did. And she was soon to find out why.

"Mom, I don't think I've got any forever love lined up anytime soon. But, I need to talk to you about something, and I hope you'll not get angry about it."

"Connor, babe, I don't think I could be mad at you. At least, I hope I couldn't. Have you done something I should know about?"

"Well, it isn't me... but, maybe it kinda is... I don't know."

Perplexed at the verbal runaround she sensed wasn't too far away, Jane became anxious to know why he'd called her.

"Connor, I just need you to tell me what's going on, honey. Whatever it is, I'll do my best to handle it, okay?"

"Okay, Mom. Well, when I asked dad a little while ago if he knew where you were, he came off sounding like he was angry at me. Well, maybe he wasn't mad at me directly, but he was mad. That much I do know."

"What happened honey, what did he say?"

That's when Jane remembered when she'd left the day before, there hadn't been anything said to Noel, or anyone else in her family about going away for the night. But she figured because the two of them hardly had any kind of relationship or open communication inside their home, she hadn't seen much reason why she should let him know anything. And Jane figured that wherever her husband went the night before that's why he hadn't told her anything about it.

"Mom, I'm not sure if I should tell you what dad said. What's going on with you two anyway? I know it probably isn't any of my business, but I hardly see you and him talk much. I hope I'm not pissing, er, making you mad by asking this, but..."

"Connor, I'm not mad about your asking me anything. I'm really not, but your dad and me, well... there's been some things that..."

Feeling herself getting caught up in the quagmire of a 'he-said-she-said' type of situation, she asked her son...

"Uh, can you tell me why you called again?"

"Yeah, about that. When I asked him if he knew where you were, all he said was..."

She could tell that her son had some trepidation to reveal what was most likely a tense conversation that had taken place with his father.

"Go ahead and tell me, babe. I promise I won't be mad."

"Mom... he said 'Why the hell should I know. Your mother doesn't tell me anything. Besides that, why the hell should I care? She doesn't care about me anymore. And she hasn't in a long time.'"

Once she heard from Connor how her husband was skewing things, making him look to be innocent of any wrongdoing in their relationship, she did become angry. But Jane didn't want to come off looking bad to their son. Whatever else was to happen between her and Noel, she had always wanted to make sure Connor, and their daughter Cassidy, wouldn't get caught in the crosshairs of his adultery and their failed marriage.

"Honey... Connor, I don't want to come off the wrong way here. Or get you involved with me and your dad, but you just need to know there's more than what he's telling you. And I know you're close with your dad, with the way you guys like your sports, and your hunting... But I don't want to come off as the bad guy, uh, I mean the bad girl."

"Look mom, I don't want that either. I love both of you, and I don't want to see you fighting. But there's something that's happened between you and dad. And I'm not trying to be nosy, but if I've done something, I'd want you to tell me so I could change whatever it..."

Now she was definitely pissed. Once she heard her own son trying to assume a guilt that couldn't ever belong to him because of what his louse-of-a-father had done, with the way he was fucking other women behind her back. Well, that just wouldn't do at all. And Jane was having none of it!

"No Connor, it isn't you. Trust me, babe, this is strictly between me and your dad. And I don't want you to even think any of his fucking bullshit has anything to do with you."

Not that he'd never heard his mother use profanity, but in this instance it caught him totally off guard. But also with the strong amount of scorn in her response, Connor also heard her beginning to cry over the telephone, and the sound of it was breaking his heart.

"And if you think any of this has anything to do with you sweetie, well that would just cut me to the quick. Please, Connor, please, I don't want you to..."

"Mom, it's okay... really it is. I didn't mean to make you cry. I'm sorry... I just love you so much. And I haven't told you in a long time how much I do!"

With the way Connor became affected by his mother's distressed outburst, he was beginning to shed tears as well, and Jane could hear what sounded like her son sobbing on the other end of their phone call. Wanting him to stop, she realized how emasculating it might be for him if she told him not to cry.

"Honey... Connor... it's okay... I love you, too. Mommy loves you too, babe. I'll be home in a little while and we'll talk then... okay?"

"Sure mom, I'd like that. Can I get a hug when you get back here? It's been awhile since I've got one of those from you, and I really miss them. Especially right now."

"I can't wait, babe. And so you know... I've been missing them, too. So you're gonna be home when I get there, right?"

"There isn't any other place I'd want to be, Mom. And since there isn't anyone else home right now, hopefully when you get back it'll just be the two of us... and we can talk."

"Okay, it's a date then. Google Maps says I'm an hour and thirty-three minutes away from our hug. See you, babe."

"Uh-huh, bye, mom."

Once she'd finished the phone call with her son, Jane realized how good Connor's confession felt. Finally, someone she was close to was letting her know how anxious they were for her return. And with the way he'd let on, she wondered if he was making an offhand suggestion as to what the two of them could do together alone in the house.

And for only a few seconds, Jane's imagination conjured something so vulgar, she wasn't sure how to process it. In that particular reverie, it had only been about half-an-hour since she had arrived home. After Connor had met her at the door, she'd kissed him wantonly on the mouth. And then only minutes later it was she and her son, the two of them lying naked in her bed, lost in an impetuous fuck. Her screaming his name, abandonedly cumming on her own son's cock, all while he shot loads of his warm seed into her saturated pussy.

Trying to not be overtaken by such an erotic setting, Jane still realized with Connor dropping those somewhat-suggestive-type hints, it had given her more luxurious chills down her spine that would be hard to explain to most anyone. But there was one person she knew who'd be totally understanding, and could completely empathize with her. And that was Dr. Leslie Wilder.

End of part Eight