胭魂鬼愛 A Ghostly Affair

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Back home, at her household, the 'man' of the house smiled as his mind recognized that he was rising from slumber to wakefulness. That was a nice place. Good things happened in that place just before you actually woke up. Like now, for instance. He could feel a warm naked body cuddled up to his own. It felt so nice he didn't want to wake up at all. But he had to. His bladder was killing him. He opened his eyes, blinking at the sunlight coming through the windows. He must have slept late. Why could he still feel warm naked body against him? 



He came awake quickly then, feeling what had to be his sister's arm draped over him. He could hear her slow breathing behind him ... feel her warm breath on his neck. Now he could feel her breasts pressing into his back, and her legs against his. He lifted his head and looked at his alarm clock. Ten O’clock! He never slept that late. Then again, it had been a late night. His bladder reminded him that, regardless of how nice this was, he had to get up. He rolled the opposite way he would usually get out of bed, sliding under Debbie's arm, which dropped to the bed softly. 



"Mmmmmm," she complained, her own eyes opening and her tousled head lifting a little. "Why did you get up?" she complained. 

"Gotta go," he said, his piss erection standing out straight and strong. 

"Well hurry up," she grumbled. "You let the warm all out." 

Robby did hurry, draining his bladder and then running on his tip toes back to his bedroom and the naked girl waiting in his bed. 

"I liked it better the other way," she commented, peeking out from under the sheet at his now flaccid penis. 

"Well, I'm sure you can do something about that if you want to," he said, climbing back under the sheet and pressing his front to hers. 

They spent a while just kissing each other, their tongues dueling like flickering swords, and that caused them to move their bodies against each other, pushing, sliding and thrusting. Debbie purred as she felt her brother's prick get long and hard again, poking into her mound. 

She broke the kiss and reached between them to wrap her hand around his maleness. 

"Mom thought we were ... fucking," she said, feeling a thrill at using a naughty word. "Have you ever wanted to ... fuck me?" she whispered. 

"I never really thought about that," said Robby into her mouth, kissing the corner of her mouth. "Until lately." 

"I like what we do," she murmured, kissing the corner of his mouth, like he had kissed hers. "And if we ... fucked ... I might get pregnant."

"I know," he said, thrusting into her hand. "I'm happy with what we do." He thrust into her hand again. "It might feel good though." 

"I love it when I feel all your warm stuff shooting on me," she sighed, moving his prick so it dug between her pussy lips and pressed against her clit. 

"Maybe if I went into you just a little bit?" he asked. 

"I don't know," she said, breathing faster as she rubbed herself off with the tip of his prick. "It might hurt." 



"I don't want to hurt you," he whispered, thrusting again. His prick poked hard between her labia and stretched her opening before her tightness stopped him. She felt the stretching, but not as pain so much as the kind of discomfort you have when you want to take a bite of something and your mouth won't open wide enough to get the kind of bite you want. She lifted her top leg, trying to open herself up more, to see if that made the stretching sensation go away. 

"Suck my nipples" she commanded. 

Robby tried to duck his head to get a nipple, without making her let go of him. It didn't work, so he pushed her on her back and crawled between her legs, hovering over her as she automatically drew her knees up toward her chest to let him put his prick back in contact with her pussy. She had had to let go of him as he moved, and her hand found him again, grabbing him firmly and pulling his prick to her entrance. 



In this position Robby could hunch and suck at her nipples while she again dug the head of his prick between her pussy lips and used that to massage her clit. Every so often she swabbed the tip down, into her vaginal opening, because that felt good too. It was just natural that, since she was pulling on him to get pressure on her clit, he helped by pushing. And, it was just natural that when she moved it to her pussy hole, he pushed then too, pressing against her maiden opening, as if knocking insistently at a door. 



Debbie's hymen was the worse for wear, because her fingers had plumbed her depths on many occasions. It had suffered even more when Robby's thick finger dug into her. She had felt twinges of pain in the past, but they hadn't lasted, so she ignored them, just moving her fingers away from that side of her pussy where the twinges happened. Had her maidenhead been in less abused condition, it might have put up more resistance to Robby's prodding prick head. 

But it wasn't in very good condition at all. 

And, when Robby pushed a little more forcefully one time, and the head of his dick slipped through her tight sphincter, it happened so quickly that neither teen was prepared for it. 

Suddenly ... quite suddenly ... The head of Robby's prick was surrounded by tight, hot, slippery pussy flesh, and Debbie's pussy lips complained as they were stretched farther than they ever had been before. That little place that gave her twinges occasionally gave a yelp of distress as what was left of her cherry was shredded and the tatters pushed out of the way. That his prick didn't go deeper was only because, as Robby had pushed in the past, he pushed only so hard ... only hard enough to keep firm contact with his sister's pussy lips and mound. 



"OH! Owww," moaned Debbie, as she was penetrated for the first time in her life by anything bigger than a finger. 

Robby froze, hearing the distress in her voice. He also understood something new had happened, and had a pretty good idea of what that was. He left his knob securely locked in her, as her pussy lips closed tightly just below the neck under that head. 

"You okay?" he asked, breathlessly. 

"It stings a little," she said, her voice not quite whining. "It's stretching me." 

"You want me to take it out?" he asked. He gave a tentative pull, just enough to feel that he was firmly stuck in her, and that if he pulled out it would stretch her even more ... or again, as the case was. 

"No," she said. "Not yet. It doesn't feel so bad now. I think I'm stretching or something." 

Robby was in a quandary. He knew enough about his penis that he knew it was bigger around in both directions from where it was so firmly gripped. It didn't matter if he went further in, or pulled back. The results would be the same. It would hurt her. 

"Maybe I'd better take it out," he panted. It felt wonderful right where it was, but he didn't want to cause his sister pain. 

"No, it's not so bad now. Just don't move for a minute, okay?" She was beginning to pant too. 

"I have to do something," he said. "My back is starting to hurt." 

"Suck my nipples some more," she said. She wanted to move her hips, but was afraid to. This was a whole new feeling. The top of his shaft, right behind the head, was in contact with her button, and she just knew that if she thrust upward that contact would increase. She wanted that contact to increase, but was also afraid the pain would come back. 

Her mistake was that, whenever he sucked her nipples, her body did what it wanted to. She had never thought about the fact that as he sucked, her hips moved. And this time, when he sucked, and her hips moved, it achieved what she'd wanted to feel. Her pussy climbed the shaft of his penis about two inches and she was stretched again. 

There were competing feelings. Her clit shouted, "Yes!" while her poor stretched pussy lips wailed, "Noooooo" The slight tear that was all that was left of her hymen squealed and pumped a few drops of bright red blood out of that tear as the bottom of his shaft scraped along there, spreading that blood deeper into her channel. Her nipple, which was being sucked into her brother's mouth and bitten gently, added its scream of, "Oh fuck yes!" to the mix, and that was what overpowered the complaining parts. 



Roby felt more of his prick enveloped by wet heat, but by then it was too late to do anything about it. He let her nipple pop out of his mouth and looked at her face. Her mouth was stretched into a grimace, her eyes tightly closed. She looked like she was in pain. He automatically started to pull back, pushing with his arms. He did it so quickly that it made a sucking popping sound as his prick was jerked out of her pussy. 

Her eyes snapped open and her grimace went to a round shape. 

"Nooooo don't take it out," she complained. 

But it was too late. It was already out. They both looked down to see his hard cock suspended over her pussy. There was a sheen of moisture that went a third of the way up the shaft. It glistened like a coat of paint on his cock, with just the faintest tinge of pink to it. 

"It was hurting you," he said, pushing up to sit on his calves and give his back muscles some relief. The sheet slid off his shoulders and fell on his heels. His sister's naked body lay spread eagle before him. 



"It's cold!" she said, reaching for him. "Come back." She sat up and grasped his shoulders, pulling at him. "And it felt good too." 

Robby lay down beside her, pulling her on her side, to cover them with the sheet again and hug her. He kissed her lips. 

"I don't want to hurt you," he said as she snuggled against him, trying to put as much of her skin against his warmth as possible. 

"I told you it felt good too," she said. "It was starting to feel even better. Put it back in," she demanded. 

"We can't," said Robby. "I told you. You could get pregnant." 

"You can take it out when you squirt," she countered. Her hips were pushing against his penis, which was still hard. 



"You really want me to?" he asked, unable to believe that she wanted something that hurt. 

"Put it back in," she repeated. 

It was, in one sense, mere exploration, just as they had done before. But feeling that penis in her vagina had awakened something in Debbie that had been peacefully asleep before now. She had known, on an intellectual level, what intercourse was, but had never really thought to try it. It was a little like seeing a food one had never tried, and thinking that it might be good ... that it could be good ... but never actually feeling like you wanted to put it in your mouth. 

All that had changed as she felt the pain of, in a purely sexual sense, becoming a woman. Now the thing that had awakened deep in her brain had tasted that strange food and the sensations were both bitter and sweet. As if it had taste buds, her pussy wanted another sampling of that new delicacy ... wanted a mouth full of that strange taste ... so she could experience it to the fullest. 

Therefore, when she pulled her brother back on top of her, and he tentatively pushed the crown of his iron hard penis between her pussy lips, she unthinkingly thrust up at him. 

To take the food analogy just a bit further ... she bit off a little more than she could comfortably chew. 

Robby felt her pushing up at him and his natural response was to push back. They'd been doing that for a long time - pushing their loins at each other - but this time his prick, already lubricated with her slick juices, pushed into her like a hand fitting into a too-tight glove. The stretching sensation started again at her pussy's mouth, as their lips went suddenly white and thin as they tried to expand around not only the head, but the shaft that followed. Then her tight pussy clenched as the sensitive tissues were forced apart. 



Her immediate response was to take in a big breath to shout that it hurt and, at the same time, to drop her bottom back to the bed in an attempt to get away from the thing that was stretching her so cruelly. 

Ironically, it was her body's attempt to get away from the sk$$$$$ng spear that dropped her clit into full contact with the top of his shaft as it went deep in her. By then there were only two or three inches of shaft left outside her body to scrape along her super-sensitive bud, but those two or three inches made all the difference in the world. The fact that Robby's brain insisted on continuing to push once he was fully seated in her sex also caused his pubic bone to smash her clit as if it were trying to drive the little organ back into its protective sheath. 



Her clitoris wasn't about to surrender, however. It fought back by engorging even more, becoming rubbery-hard as it was over stimulated by pressure. It sent screaming signals along neural pathways, calling for relief. 

The result was, that by the time her complaint of pain reached her mouth, with its jaws clamped firmly closed in a wide grimace, it turned from an expression of pain to a groan of satisfaction as her body got exactly what it had asked for ... a pussy just stuffed to overflowing with a nice, long, hard male organ and the beginnings of a physical response called an orgasm rushing toward her like an ambulance hurrying to give aid. 

Robby, meanwhile, was caught on the horns of another dilemma. As his penis was surrounded by hot pussy flesh that hugged him like a sexual bear-hug, he knew immediately that if he moved, even an inch, cum would boil out of the tip of his prick like steaming water gushed from Old Faithful at Yellowstone National Park. It was partly that feeling that caused him to keep pushing, to stay as fully seated in his sister as it was possible for him to be. He felt panic, joy and ecstasy all at the same time. He was quite literally overwhelmed with sensations and feelings. 



Debbie, as her clit fought for its life, felt something else, deeper inside her. It was another pain as the tip of her brother's prick, which had defeated her outer portal, found another doorway and tried to force its way through that one as well. Her virgin cervix refused to open, at least open enough to allow that invading monster to push into the womb those gates guarded, and that caused pain too. This pain was of a deeper type, not sharp and stinging, but a dull ache that was something like the ache in muscles that is eased by a good, long, body-bending stretch. 

Her pussy muscles tried to adjust and do that stretching. What happened would probably have been called a spasm by a Doctor, as her abused muscles moved and shifted erratically, in almost a rippling motion. Her screaming clitty's message flashed along a nervous system that was overloaded with sensations. Her body's response to this overload of stimulation was to act a little bit like a circuit breaker. Except, in this case, when the switch kicked to "standby", it energized another circuit that her orgasm flowed along at something close to light speed. Most of her body went rigid, muscles locked temporarily in that "stand by" mode, as the spasms took all the body's resources and centered them on her pussy. 



Robby too was dealing with an overload as Debbie's twitching cervical lips tried to close, then open, then close again, almost massaging the sensitive tip of his penis. With a helpless groan, Robby's body did exactly what it was designed to do. Automatic reflexes kicked in and his body expelled the fluid that would sooth the electric shocks that were torturing his penis. Creamy fluid filled the tiny tube that was the primary complainant in his body at the moment and, having no place else to go once it had served that purpose, jetted out of the tip of his cock, splashing all over Debbie's tight cervical mouth. Then, not satisfied that it had completely soothed his penis, his body served up four more helpings of that warm cream, to ensure that the stimulation was dealt with. 

Debbie's cervix, told by some nervous communication involved with her orgasm, finally relaxed, the lips loosening fractionally and dipping outward to flow around the blunt thing trying to batter its way past them. Three soothing warm jets of fluid then splattered into the soft dark cave deep inside her body that was made to welcome that fluid. 

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In the space of some 20 or 30 seconds, a million nervous impulses did what they were designed to do and did it flawlessly. And, in the space of only 4 or 5 seconds, even more millions of healthy, viable sperm cells were transported from one human being into another. 

A miracle of nature had taken place in the space of a few breaths, and even fewer blinks of an eye. 



Debbie felt, on some level, the rush of wet warmth that flowed into her body from her brother's penis. She was instantly addicted to the feeling. She was addicted before she had any conscious thought of what was really happening, or the consequences of those actions. On a purely metaphysical plane of existence, she knew she had found the thing that made her the happiest she had ever been thus far in her life. 



Robby's experience was a bit more tortured. He knew exactly what was happening before it actually happened. He knew he was about to cum in his sister, and that there was nothing in the world he could do about it. He knew that even if he jerked his prick out of her, he couldn't do it before he spermed her pussy. In his mind's eye he knew he was going to fill his sister's belly with life and the electrons bouncing around in his brain visualized his emission as tiny full-formed fetuses being injected into her womb, where the thousands he saw would grow and burst from her body, destroying her like some alien plague. 

Even as he felt the explosion of ecstasy that went along with his orgasm, he felt the misery of having ruined his sister's life. He berated himself, admitting that he knew better than to let her bully him into doing this thing. At the same time he felt his body insist that he stay right where he was until the last feeble clench in his groin expelled the last few straggling sperm cells from his body into hers. 



Then, feeling completely miserable, he collapsed on top of her. 

They lay there gasping for breath for a few minutes. Robby rehearsed in his mind the various ways he could apologize to his sister, who would now probably hate him for the rest of her life. He felt her hands come to his waist, and expected her to push as her angry outbursts began. 

Instead her hands stroked along his sides, and up onto his back, and then down to his buttocks. 

"Oh thank you Robby" she sighed. "Thank you so much." 

Robby was stuck speechless. 

Debbie squeezed him with her arms. "I completely understand why Mommy wants to do that now." 

Robby found the energy to push with his arms, so he could look at his sister's face. Perhaps the 'alien invasion' had altered her already. 

"I fucked you," he said. It was hard to tell if that was a question or statement. The words sounded harsh in his own mind, but that was how he characterized what had happened. 

She just looked up at him adoringly, her eyes big and liquid brown suddenly. 

"I wasn't supposed to do that," he croaked. 



Debbie's hands left his sides, where they had come to rest. She grasped his head gently and pulled him down for a kiss. When it was done she let him go. 

"When do you think you'll be able to fuck me again?" she asked. "You didn't go nearly as long as Mommy and Uncle Robert go." 

Robby looked at her incredulously. He tried to roll off of her, but she gripped him and rolled with him until they were again lying side by side. 

It took half an hour, but they talked about what had happened, and how each of them felt about it. Robby learned that, not counting the dangerous nature of the transfer of body fluids, he had done nothing but please his sister. She had already forgotten the pain and discomfort she had felt initially. She didn't care about the fact that he might have made her pregnant. She would care later, but she was still in the grip of the chemicals a woman's body produces during an orgasm that are designed specifically to encourage her to lie there afterward and let all that nice sperm soak in completely before she gets up. 

In the end he insisted that, if they did this again, they had to do it only at times when she was unlikely to be fertile and that they had to try to find some way to acquire some rubbers. She, on the other hand, insisted that she would be extremely unhappy if he tried to keep her from enjoying this new thing they had found together, and that it would happen again or he'd be sorry. 

While it sounds like they argued, it wasn't really like that at all. It was more of a situation where each pleaded his or her case about what they wanted the future to be like. As with most teens, they couldn't see very far into the future, and their plans were, for the most part, short term. It was impossible, lying there in the afterglow of sex, even if it wasn't 'good sex' in a classical sense, not to give each other little loving touches and kisses. 

Once they had said what they felt the need to say, they kissed some more. It was comfortable lying there together. Their speech got less and less focused and, eventually, they drifted off to sleep in each other's arms. 



That's how Ramona found them when she broke her routine and came home for lunch for only the 3rd or 4th time since she'd taken her job at the bank.

[JEMMA]

Chapter Twelve 

Ramona had entered the house with a lot on her mind. She'd been thinking about what she and her children had talked about the night before. She'd been thinking about what Renee had said. And, most lately on her mind, she'd been thinking about what she and Robert had just done, right next door. Robert had a singular way of trying to convince her that grasping women should be the least of her worries. His soothing voice had come with soothing hands and, like she always did when she was around him, she was soon panting with passion as he casually undressed her. 




Then he had made love to her with his mouth, all over her body, driving her to distraction by bringing her close to an orgasm, but always pulling back before she got there. Somehow he had gotten naked while he did this, and when he stood to show her what she did to him he smiled. He had placed his open hand under his balls and that magnificent penis, like he was holding it, about to lift it away from his body to present to her. 

"This is yours, Rami. It has no purpose but to pleasure you and give us children together. If you do not want it, then it shall lie unused for the rest of my life. You are my love, and I want no other." 

She had burst into tears of mixed joy and hope and frustration that she couldn't just be like any other woman and love him and be allowed to love him. He had mounted her, somehow knowing that she wanted him and stroking her until her tears stopped flowing. She confessed her own love for him again and though they had done this many times, it was like the first time for her. He was gentle and brought her to an orgasm that was like being suddenly dipped in warm water when it's freezing outside. Then he came in her, flushing her full of warmth deep inside too. 



Ramona's face got hot as she looked around the kitchen to see if her children were there, where they could see her reaction to remembering what had only happened thirty minutes ago. But they weren't there and it was quiet in the house. 

She went to her bedroom to change panties - the ones she'd put on for work this morning were no longer suitable to be worn in public - and she had to pass her daughter's bedroom on the way. The door had been carelessly left open and she saw the still forms of her son and daughter clasping each other under the light sheet. 



Had Ramona not been in the afterglow of her own sexual release, and had not her brother taken from her the burden of worry and fear that had been laid upon her by her friend, she might not have reacted to what she saw in the way she did. 

She stepped into the room and leaned over her children, seeing that they were both asleep. Their faces were beautiful and peaceful in repose and she reacted to that like all parents do when they see their sleeping children. There was an upwelling of love in her heart. She noticed their bare shoulders, and understood without having to look under the sheet that they were naked together. But she and Robert had just been naked together too. While she KNEW how that felt to her, she also knew of the difficulties that siblings could suffer when they had that kind of relationship. The world was a harsh and unforgiving place for siblings to be in love in. Before this moment she had been teetering toward trying to convince her children that what they felt was a dead end, and not worth the pain and stress of keeping it alive. 

But, what had just happened between her and Robert was so powerful that she also knew that whatever means she tried to use to keep her children apart ... it would fail. 

She didn't wake them. Instead, she turned on her heel, did what she had come there to do, and went back to work.

That afternoon, while Ramona was back at work at the bank, Robert Naughty appeared in court, where the last of his legal issues was brought to settlement. He hadn't told his sister about this for a couple of reasons. He didn't know how things would turn out, for sure, and he didn't want her to worry. He also planned on putting more of his plan in motion and didn't want to argue about that with her. 

Robert, by use of well paid and experienced experts, showed beyond any doubt that the claims against his estate for "services rendered" were not onlyh frivolous and without merit, but likely even attempts to steal from the estate. The gavel sounded repeatedly as the ambulance chaser hired by greedy businessmen to plunder the Naughty fortune sagged lower and lower into his chair. He had enjoyed visions of a hefty income, based on 30% of what he anticipated "recovering" for his clients. He had already spent those hundreds of thousands of dollars in his mind. He had thought that, when the judge scheduled all six cases for one hearing, that the judge had already decided to grant all his claims. Why else would a judge try to do that much business all at the same time? Instead, he began to wonder if he would still have a job when he went back to the city and reported complete failure. He berated himself for filing these cases in a jurisdiction that was in the middle of nowhere. He should have known not to let this hick judge hear these cases. 

"Mister Cocksucker," barked the judge when it was all over. 

The lawyer stood and looked up at the old man on the bench. What did the old fart want now? 

"If you ever appear in my court room again trying to commit robbery, I'll have your license and if things go like I want I'll have your balls too. Have I made myself perfectly clear?" 

Jeff Cocksucker was stung. Nobody treated him that way back in the city. He was stiff with outrage as he responded. "Your honor," there was a hint of sarcasm as he said that, "I merely pursued the objectives of reputable businessmen and believed their claims to be legitimate. You can't fault me for that. That, sir, is what lawyers do." 

The judge scowled. "You just remember what I said, young man. I doubt you will, because you appear to me to be an idiot. Next time some fly-by-night contractor hires you, at least go look at what he claims to have done. Now, get out of my courtroom. I have real cases to hear!" 

Robert, who had stood quietly as the exchanges took place, merely bowed toward the judge, by habit, and said, "Thank you your honor."

The judge waved his hand. "Welcome back, sir. Some time perhaps we can have lunch. I'd like to hear what you've been up to all these years." 

Robert left the courtroom and went directly to another office in the courthouse, where he paid a reasonable fee for copies of certain documents on file there. These he placed in his briefcase before leaving the courthouse. 

When he went outside there was a man waiting for him. The man had a notebook and pencil in his hand. 

"Mister Naughty!" he called "Randy Sexism of the Hardcore County Penise. Could I have an interview please?" 

"Certainly, mister Stevens," said Robert. "But first, a question for you, if you don't mind. What, exactly, is a 'picayune'?" 

Randy looked confused. "It's a newspaper, sir," he said. 

"I understand that," said Robert patiently, "But from where does that word come? What did it mean before somebody decided to use it as the name for a newspaper?" 

Randy was still confused. He was all of 26 years old and, after graduating from college, had gone home to live with his parents and work for the biggest newspaper in the county. It had over two thousand subscribers, which seemed like an awful lot to Randy. 

"I don't rightly know the answer to that, Mr. Naughty." 

"Ah," said Robert sagely. "No matter. I was just curious." Robert had been having a little fun, trying to needle the reporter. He was quite aware that a 'picayune' was a half dime coin that had been in use in the South in years past. The dictionary definition these days was "something of little value". 

Randy, on his first real live mission as a 'society reporter' just nodded and launched into what he thought were penetrating and important questions about what 'the famous mister Naughty' had been doing since the tragic death of his parents. All this was the result of his editor, one Horny Rapist, age sixty, who had seen the court docket and recognized the Naughty name from her youth. She had instructed her 'ace reporter' to "get on down there to Naughty and get me something to put in the paper. It's been a slow week for news and I need to fill a couple of columns!" 

Thus it was that Hardcore County and the city of Naughty, found out that Robert Naughty, the child of murdered parents, was back in his ancestral home, which was being refurbished in an attempt to restore it to its historical splendor. Roughly 2020 people (20 bought the paper from a machine at the local grocery store) were pleased to read that a nice young man who had done a whole lot of missionary work overseas in six different countries, had come back to spend some of his inheritance in Hardcore County. The only sad part of the story was that, over the years, he had lost touch with his sister, who had gone on to live her life in anonymity somewhere. If, as Randy pointed out sadly, she was even still alive. Horny filled her two columns and was happy. What with people sharing newspapers like they did so often (to her disgruntlement), it was quite possible that as many as 2500 people in the county had read the story. And if they talked about it to their friends, maybe the other 30000 residents of the county would be spurred to buy a damned paper themselves!



Ramona was glad to leave work that night. She needed to soak in a nice hot bath and relax. Her world had been turned upside down and, though it was beginning to settle, the world looked different to her than it had such a short time ago. She was astonished at the differences in the mansion. The landscaping was almost done, with the exception of the part of the yard that was reserved for contractor's vehicles to park in. A large Gazebo had been built on the front lawn, surrounded by flower gardens and a winding path of flagstone. Hedges had been planted that, when mature, would make walls along pathways, turning them into private places, almost like a maze. 

There was a fresh coat of paint on the structure. The shutters had been repaired, along with various portions of the facade and roof. The tower roof now gleamed with a new covering of burnished copper. The carriage house had been renovated and even the old carriage in it had been lovingly restored by one of the few people in the country who knew how to do the work in the original fashion. 

The interior of the house looked like her dim memories of the home she was born into. There were some new things. She loved the stained glass windows and how they cast bright color over everything. Electricity had made a tremendous difference in the place, banishing gloom and dark corners to a past that was also becoming easier to make dim and unnoticeable. Robert had even restored her bedroom to its exact appearance in her memory. Wood gleamed everywhere with oils and polish. The musty smell had gone with the original fabrics which had been replaced with authentic period designs. 

She had noticed all these things in her panicked trip to see Robert, and then had really seen them as she left. As she got in her car to go home and change panties she had realized that the house in her memories, the dark and forbidding place where so much pain had been felt, wasn't there any more. This house looked like a warm and inviting place, where only love might live. It was unsettling in a strange way, because she wasn't used to thinking about the Naughty Mansion as anything but a sad, dismal and lonely place. 

And then she'd come home to find her children naked in bed. After she went back to work and had time for her emotions to calm, the fact she'd left them alone began to niggle at her. It seemed like everything in her life niggled at her right now. All she wanted to do was soak in the tub, with maybe a little Mahler playing softly on the record player. She wished she had a bottle of wine. 

She entered the house to find that her children were preparing supper. They had put together a green bean casserole with crisped onions on top, and had made a valiant attempt at frying chicken, though the breading hadn't stuck and the pan was a bit too hot. There was a pot of semi-mashed potatoes on the stove. A little additional milk would finish them to a creamy texture. There was also the smell of baking bread in the room. 

"You baked bread?!" she asked, incredulous. 

"Well, sort of," said Debbie, a little uncertainly. "It didn't get all big and puffed up like when you do it. 

Ramona looked into the oven and saw a loaf of bread about half as risen as it should have been. It would be very firm when it was cooked. 

Still, it made her heart warm to think that the children had done this for her. She announced that she was going to let them finish while she took a bath. She wouldn't get to soak quite as long as she'd planned, but it would be enough. She already felt better.

[JEMMA]

Getting out of the tub sooner than she'd have liked, Ramona wrapped a towel around her head, turban style and donned her thick terrycloth robe, belting it tightly around her body. She put on her fluffy blue slippers and padded down to the kitchen. She paused in the doorway. Debbie was stirring the mashed potatoes industriously while Robby stood behind her, his arms around her. It was obvious his hand were on Debbie's breasts and she was wiggling her hips, pushing them into Robby's groin. 



"Robby!" scolded the girl. "Behave yourself. Mom could be down any minute." 

"I can't resist you," said her brother into the back of her head as he breathed in the scent of her hair. 

"You're sweet," said Debbie, and Ramona could tell she meant it. "But knock it off. You're making me horny and dinner's almost ready." 

"Put it on warm," suggested her brother. "Mom's probably still soaking. We could have a little fun before she gets done." 

"Mom's already done soaking," said Ramona, stepping into the kitchen. She almost laughed as Robby jerked his hands away from his sister's breasts and stepped back, looking embarrassed. 

"Told you," said Debbie, looking over her shoulder at her brother. Her cheeks were a little pink. 

"The bathroom is free," said Ramona, sitting down at the table. "In case you want to take a cold shower or something." She wanted to smile at Robby, but didn't. She didn't want to get into it with her children. Not only was she feeling better, she wasn't at all sure how much energy she could put into trying to warn them about the dangers of the path they were pursuing. 

She changed the subject. "If not, I'm starved and it smells wonderful in here." 

They sat down to eat and the tension drained away as they talked about inconsequential things. The food tasted good and, if there was a little burn on the chicken and the bread was heavy and dense, Ramona didn't care. It was the thought that counted, and she appreciated that. 

That night they watched a movie together, all three sitting the couch, with Robby in the middle, sandwiched between the women. Both leaned their heads on his shoulder. It was such a satisfying evening that neither Ramona nor her children felt compelled to seek sex for the rest of the night. 

The next day Ramona was at her desk, head down, going through the ever-increasing stack of bills and invoices associated with the renovation of the mansion when a shadow fell over her desk. She looked up to see her friend, Renee standing there. 

"You have a visitor," she said, smiling like the cat that ate the canary. "I see now why you never answered my question about whether he was cute or not. I wouldn't want anybody to know what a hunk he is either if he were mine." 

Ramona's gut clenched. Robert? Here? In daylight? 

Renee misinterpreted her look of consternation. "You want me to stall him while you go freshen up?" She looked absolutely delighted to be part of a conspiracy to bag a rich bachelor. 

"That won't be necessary," said Robert's deep voice from behind Renee, who jumped visibly and blushed, having been caught in her self-started conspiracy. "Ms Ramona is quite lovely enough as she is, do you not think so?" he asked in his odd speech pattern. 

Renee was quick on her feet, Ramona had to admit that. "Alas, for the rest of us, she is, indeed, quite beautiful as she is." She turned to Ramona and winked broadly. "Mister Naughty is here to see you Ramona. Shall I get you both something to drink? We have ... ah ... water, I believe." 

"If I were to drink anything, I should be forced to drink in the beauty of two such lovely women," said Robert, bowing. 



Renee flushed bright red at the compliment and gasped as Robert reached for her hand to kiss it. 

"Ah ..." he sighed. "I see that you have foolishly wed another man. Oh well, such is life. It shall be difficult, but I shall go on." 

He said it in a way that made it obvious he was poking a little fun at Renee. But the feel of his fingers on hers, and the thought of all that money made her loins tighten. She removed her hand from his and, with a sigh, left for her own desk. 

"What are you doing here?" whispered Ramona, staring up at her brother. 

"Why, I'm visiting my account representative at this wonderful bank," he said. "Is this something I should not do?" 

"But you're ... you," she said. 

He moved to the chair beside her desk and sat down, just as the president of the bank hurried up to her desk. 

"Ah, Ramona ... Mister Naughty ... we're honored that you visit with us today. I'm Frank Pervert, president of the bank. Would you like to move to the conference room? We can call out for some refreshments." 

Robert stood. He assumed a somewhat stiff physical demeanor that was utterly alien to Ramona, and his head came up a trifle. There was a smile on his face, though, that softened the look of superiority. 

"Thank you so much, kind sir," he said graciously. "I only wanted to come in and convey my thanks to this fine woman who has done such a wonderful job thus far in managing my accounts. I understand that she caught someone trying to take advantage of me and has resolved the matter. I appreciate it when someone cares for my welfare." 

Frank fairly wiggled with excitement at Robert's words of praise for Ramona. "Well, we try to serve," he said happily. "And Ramona is one of our best." 

Ramona shot him an incredulous look at the blatant lie and then listened in disbelief as the man went on. 

"As soon as your ... ah ... man ... suggested her I knew you had instructed him to find only the cream of the crop. We treasure our Ramona here at the bank," he said importantly. 

"Yes ..." said Robert. "I'm sure you do. And now I treasure her too. Isn't that nice?" He reached over and patted Ramona's hand. "Thank you my dear. I have a lot of money, but I appreciate you saving some of it from that unscrupulous contractor. Perhaps you could let me express my thanks more effusively over dinner?" 

Ramona couldn't believe what was going on around her. She was so unsettled that she parroted the company line. "Thanks so much, but employees aren't allowed to date customers." 

"Nonsense!" barked the president, a small frown appearing between his eyebrows. "Mister Naughty isn't just a customer. He's almost family." 

It sounded ridiculous to everyone within earshot ... and there were suddenly a lot of employees within earshot. His comment about family, even though it was obviously ignorant of the true situation, struck Ramona like a blow. 

Almost as an afterthought Pervert went on. "And you two can discuss a little business at dinner. That will make it all perfectly on the up and up." 

It was an almost blatant pimping of the resources of the bank, and everyone in the room knew it. Frank Pervert was all smiles though, as Robert nodded. 

"Yes, that would be fine. Alas, I have no automobile yet. Nor have I hired a chef. Would it be too base of me to call for you in a taxi this evening? Where would you like to go? I'm so new in town that I fear I have no idea of good places to eat." 

Ramona saw Frank taking a breath that she feared would lead to all kinds of problems as he made what would likely be insane suggestions. Without thinking it through she spoke. 

Mr. Naughty, as it happens I live right next door to your house. Perhaps you'd like to just have dinner at my house. I have two children, but I'm sure they wouldn't mind having a guest for dinner." 

Robert lit up, his smile wide. "What a stupendous idea," he said. "I accept!" He reached for her hand and kissed it like he had Renee's. "What time shall I be there?" he asked. "And which of my neighbors are you?" 

His acting was impeccable to the point that Ramona even found herself believing he didn't know anything about her. She described how he could get to her house and suggested that she could have dinner ready by seven. He grinned and, whirled to find twenty people standing around the desk, staring at him. 

"You have a wonderful bank," he pronounced, as if he had gathered them together intentionally and was now delivering a planned speech. "Thank you so much." 

Then he strode for the front door, the sea of people parting before him as if he were a huge ship on the ocean. 

There was a general babble of excitement when the front door closed, and several customers looked around, wondering what was going on, and why no one paid any attention to them at all. Frank Pervert shooed everyone back to their work stations and then turned to Ramona. 

"I'll arrange for a catered meal immediately," he said brusquely. 

"Sir," she objected. "He's only coming for dinner. He's just a man." 

"No, Ramona" said Frank, that small frown back between his eyebrows again. "He is not just a man. He's a very rich man. We only have one depositor who has more money in our bank than he does. That depositor is this man's sister, and we haven't heard from her in so long that I'm not sure she's even still alive." If this man withdraws his money from this bank, almost a third of our assets will disappear in a puff of smoke and I don't want to even think of that happening. Now, you go home and get ready. I really wish you hadn't offered to meet him at your house. Do I need to hire a cleaning team?" 

Ramona's face had gone from pale, at his mention of Robert Naughty’s sister, to pink and then a mottled reddish purple as this thoughtless man suggested her house wasn't a fit place to entertain one of the bank's customers. 

"I do not need the services of a cleaning team, mister Pervert. And I do not need anyone to cook a decent meal for my family and a guest! If you don't think I can adequately entertain Mister Naughty I will most happily contact him and tell him that he's just going to have to have dinner with someone more acceptable than I am!" 

When she was finished shouting she was breathing deeply, her shoulders rising and falling, her fists clenched. Frank Pervert recognized something that every man must learn to recognize, if he hopes to survive in this world ... the sound of a woman who is pissed off... and who is pissed off at him. 

Everyone was staring at them again and Frank raised his hands. "Okay, okay, Ramona. I meant no offense. I was just suggesting it so that you wouldn't have to take so much of your time to prepare. No harm done. In fact, take the rest of the day off. That way you won't have to hurry." 

He abruptly turned and went back to his office. Ramona saw a few grins on the faces of her co-workers. She sat back down angrily, and began to sort her papers, getting ready to do just what Peterson had suggested - take the rest of the day off. 

Renee appeared at her desk. That she was excited was evident in several ways. She was almost panting, her face was a wreath of smiles, and her nipples were poking firmly through her bra and blouse. 



"He's gorgeous!" she whispered excitedly. "And he's coming to your house for dinner!" She took a moment to breathe. "You want to send Robby and Debbie over to my house? So you two can be alone?" 

Ramona, still furious, glared at her friend. 

Once again Renee misunderstood what was going on in Ramona's mind. She held up one finger and pointed it at Ramona, like a knife that she meant to threaten her with. 

"Now you listen to me Ramona. Don't screw this up. I don't care if he's quirky or even a pain in the ass, which he does notappear to be to me. You be nice to him tonight. I swear I'll tear your hair out if you mess this up. You deserve to have a decent man in your life and he looks plenty decent to me." 

Ramona's eyes had gone round with surprise at the forcefulness of Renee's admonitions. 

Renee deflated, her anger melting away like a snowflake on a July day. She sat down at Ramona's desk and leaned close, speaking more softly, pleadingly. 

"Come on sweetie, give the guy a chance. He likes you. I could see it in his eyes. Get to know him a little. What could it hurt. If he's really a jerk you can blow him off later. You'll never get another chance like this and maybe he could even make you happy." 

Ramona sensed the honesty and care in Renee's voice, and felt a little guilty that Renee was pleading for something that had already been done. 

"Okay," she sighed. "I'll be good." 

Renee grinned. "Excellent. But don't be good. Be bad. Be very bad. What size are you? I have this perfectly delicious little number that would look really good on you and leave him drooling. We're about the same size aren't we?" She nattered on, full of ideas of ways Ramona could seduce Robert Naughty, while Ramona tried not to giggle and loved her friend for what she was trying to do. 

In the end Ramona waited to leave until lunchtime, when Renee could run home and show Ramona the dress she wanted to offer for the seduction of Robert Naughty. When Ramona saw it she actually blushed. It would show off almost every inch of skin on her body, and would allow access to every part of her without any barriers at all. It was a scandalous dress. 

"I can't wear that in front of my children," protested Ramona. 

"I told you, send them to my house. I'll order pizza. Teenagers love pizza. They'll be fine. What do they care about some guy coming to dinner anyway?" 

"More than you might think," said Ramona without thinking. 

"Well, take the dress anyway. Talk to the kids when you get home. If they want to come visit Aunty Renee then tell them they're welcome. Okay?" 

Ramona went one way while Renee went back to work. She parked the car and went into the house, carrying the scandalous strips of flimsy cloth that somebody had decided to call a dress. She was distracted enough that she didn't call out to her children. 

Once again she approached her daughter's bedroom door, and once again it had been carelessly left open. Once again her children were in the bed together, and once again they were naked. 

But they were most definitely not sleeping this time. 

Debbie's elbows were hooked under her knees, which she had pulled up, toward her head and spread widely. Robby was between his sister's thighs, his hands on either side of her breasts. His lips were firmly suckling one of her nipples as he slid his long, hard teenage prick slowly in and out of his sister's pussy. 



To Ramona it looked almost like a slow motion film. Robby's movements were measured and almost gentle, as if he were easing his penis into his sister's sex while she was asleep and he was trying not to wake her. When he reached full penetration he stopped, grinding his pelvis against hers before slowly dragging his penis out of her again. Only Debbie’s soft repeated "Yes ... yes ... Oh, Robby", said at normal speed, spoiled the illusion that time had slowed. 

Ramona's pussy squirted at the tenderness of the copulation going on before her eyes. She thought of her children's statement that they had never done this and felt the hurt of a parent lied to. Just then Debbie sighed. 

"Oh Robby, I'm so glad we decided to try this. This is so ... I feel so ... I can't believe how much time we've wasted not doing this. I completely understand why Mommy wants to do this." Then she began to pant too hard to talk, and she pulled her knees harder, her head lifting off the bed. "Oh Robby, it's going to happen ... Oh ROBBY! OHHHHHHHHHHMMMMMMMMmmm" 



Ramona's pussy clenched as she realized her daughter was having an orgasm. Even the orgasm seemed to be in slow motion, almost quiet and serene. At that moment, Ramona gave in. She recognized in her children the same love and affection and satisfaction she felt with her own brother, and had felt for years without any feeling of shame or guilt. Her children's lovemaking was so tender and sweet that she somehow knew it was as real as what she shared with Robert. 



She stayed long enough to see Robby's buttocks clench, his penis fully embedded in his sister, as he gave a low groan of satisfaction. Ramona knew what was happening inside her daughter. She could almost feel the wet heat of Robby's sperm flowing in her own pussy. A dim part of her mind tried to bark about how dangerous all that sperm could be, but it was pushed into the dark by her own flooding emotions. 



She turned silently and tiptoed back the way she'd come. Dinner could wait. She needed to go see Robert. 

She took the dress with her.

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[JEMMA]

Chapter Thirteen 

Ramona found her brother at the mansion. Again he was talking to a worker, this time about the choices for a heating system for both the house and the water system. The workman was suggesting that the house, even though renovated, was too big for a conventional system, and was recommending that a boiler be installed. It would handle all the heating needs and with a heat transfer unit, could be connected to the new duct work being installed. Ramona stood quietly, waiting for them to finish. 

Robert turned his head and saw Ramona. He smiled and told the man to do whatever he thought would lead to the best result. 

Then he turned to Ramona, looking at the cloth in her hands. 

"Renee gave me this to wear at dinner tonight," she said, by way of explanation. "She wants me to seduce you." 

"Smart woman," he commented. "Perhaps you'd show me what the dress looks like now? Upstairs?" He grinned. 

She wanted to take his hand and lead him there herself, but didn't. There were too many people around. "Yes," she said simply. 

She followed him and, when they were locked in the master bedroom, he watched silently as she stripped in front of him. Naked, she stepped into the dress and pulled it up and onto her body. Her breasts were a little smaller than Renee's, and her nipples showed in the gap of the bodice. It was as if she was wearing almost nothing. 



"It doesn't fit well," she said. 

"Perhaps she'll tell you where she got it, so I can have one made to fit you better," he said. 

She dropped the dress in answer. She was panting. 

Their lovemaking was not in any way, shape or form, slow motion in nature. Ramona was wild for him, her emotions having been at a peak ever since seeing her children on the bed. She told him what she'd seen, and then bit his shoulder, so intense was her first orgasm. He sensed her need and waited, controlling his own urge and pounding her through two more orgasms before he asked for, and received permission to jet her full of his seed. 



As they lay spent in each other's arms, she kissed the teeth marks she had left in his shoulder. 

"I hurt you! I'm sorry," she said. 

"It was stupendous. You must spy on the children again sometime. It made you like a tigress." 

She was both too relaxed to slap at him and too astonished that some part of her reacted positively to his suggestion to say anything. Instead she got up and got dressed and then went back home, making as much noise as she could both in the garage, and in the kitchen, banging cupboard doors and talking to herself as she got some juice to drink. She unconsciously took inventory of what there was to prepare for her brother's visit that night. 

Debbie sauntered into the kitchen. 

"Hi Mom," she said brightly. "What are you doing home so early?" 

There wasn't anything in Debbie's voice that suggested that Ramona shouldn't come home early, or that maybe her mother was trying to spy on her children, but something deep in Ramona was tired of the secrets and the lies that had flowed around this household like smoke from a fire. It was an unconscious decision on her part to do what she did. One might say she was actually driven to do it in a sense. For whatever reason, she turned and spoke. 

"I saw you this afternoon," she said, looking at her daughter. Debbie had a healthy glow about her, almost a radiance. Ramona had heard the coarse term "well fucked" but now she was seeing it for the first time and it made all kinds of sense. Her heart fluttered as she realized she probably looked exactly the same way. She felt fabulously fucked and it had to show. 

"What? When?" asked Debbie, confused. They hadn't left the house all day. When their mother had left for work the teens had succumbed to a hormonal attack and had been trying to ease that itch all day long. Though Ramona didn't know it, the time she'd seen them was actually the fourth time that day that Robby had emptied his balls into his sister's well-fucked belly. 

"About an hour ago," said Ramona, taking a drink of her juice. 

"Oh," said Debbie, thinking furiously. There was only one place they had been an hour ago. They had spent the first half of the morning in Robby's room, when she snuck in and jumped on top of him and then got pinned like a 109 pound wrestler in a 135 pound match. Then they had transferred to her room for the slower, more sensual lovemaking, where she called the shots. 

"Oh!" said Debbie, her stomach doing flip flops. 

"I thought you told me you two hadn't gone that far," said Ramona, her voice sounding unconcerned enough that it caught Debbie's ear and made her tense up. 

"We didn't," said Debbie hurriedly. "Not until yesterday. When you left for work I went to tickle him and he got excited and then I got excited and ..." She looked at her mother. Debbie knew that this was a time when things could work out for the good, or things could go horribly wrong. "I thought about you," Debbie said, stopping again. "I thought about how happy you were when you were with Uncle Robert and we were ... watching." Debbie took a step toward her mother. "And I knew that you wouldn't do that unless it was something really special and important. And Robby's important to me, so I made him do it to me." 

"You made him?" asked Ramona, impressed that her daughter had been not only willing to tell her what happened, but pretty capable to express her state of mind at the time too. Most kids just got carried away and did things without thinking at all. 

"He didn't want to at first," said Debbie. "He was afraid it would hurt me." 

"And did it?" Ramona was shocked that she'd asked. 

"It did at first. But Mommy, you know what it's like. I could hear it in your voice. And now I understand, because I felt it too. I never felt anything like that before." 



"So you wanted to feel it again today," prompted Ramona. 

"Yes," said her daughter, hanging her head. "Do you hate me now?" 

Ramona reached out and took Debbie in her arms. 

"No, baby, I don't hate you. I'm afraid for you. I worry that this will hurt you later, but I don't hate you. I love you. I told you that will never change. 

The tension that was in Debbie broke and she cried on her mother's shoulder, mixed tears of relief, and happiness, and grief for making her mother worry. "He loves me mother, and I love him so much I can't tell you how much," she cried into her mother's hair. 

Ramona smoothed her hands over her daughter's back. "I know, sweetheart, I know. I understand exactly how you feel." 

That was pretty much it. There were no protestations that they wouldn't do it again, and no threats about what would happen if they did. The mother/daughter relationship had fled by all that, leaving it in the dust as each accepted in the other some things they might have wished were different. 

"Your uncle is coming to dinner tonight," said Ramona. 

Debbie pushed back. "Really? I don't hate him any more Mom." 

Ramona laughed. "I can't stay mad at him either. It's terrible. He came into the bank today and asked me out on a date!" 

Debbie made shocked sounds and then demanded to know everything. Like two best friends they chattered together as Ramona started pulling things out of the fridge to make a salad and described everything that had happened, like one girl telling another how a date with an interesting boy had gone. 

Their squeals and laughter brought Robby to the kitchen, looking surprised. 

"What's going on?" he asked. 

Debbie held up a finger to her mother. "Don't tell him. I want to tell him later, okay?" 

Ramona nodded, surprised, thinking that Debbie meant Robert was coming over that night. But, as Debbie then launched into a retelling of what had happened at the bank Ramona realized that Debbie wanted to talk to her lover about being discovered - while they were alone. That was okay with Ramona. She'd had enough drama for the day. 

When Debbie got to the part where Renee had invited the kids over for pizza to let Ramona be alone with the rich man so she could seduce him, she giggled, enjoying the same irony that Ramona had. 

Robby had been grinning for some time. "So, you want us to do that Mom?" he asked. "Go over to Renee's I mean?" 

Ramona felt a rush of tenderness. Her children were going to let her have her happiness. But she shook her head. "No, that would be too out of character for me. We're going to have to make it look like I'm playing hard to get." She realized, as soon as she said it, that it sounded like she was going to let people think there was something between her and Robert Naughty. That thought buzzed in her brain and her alarm bells went off. What she and Robert had must remain a secret. All would be lost if anyone besides her children found out. 

The kids exploded into action, running around, cleaning the already-clean house, like they had before the last disaster that had been a visit for dinner by Robert Naughty. This time they would know who he was, and what that meant to their mother. This time it would go much better. 

Robert showed up at the front door precisely on time, and he had both a bottle of wine and a bouquet of roses in his hands. It was Debbie who answered the door, based on her mother's frantic shout that she was at a critical point in the gravy making and couldn't leave the stove. 

[JEMMA]

While there is no scientific proof to back this up, it has been hypothesized there's a gene in females of the species that is there just to make sure that, when a woman sees flowers in a man's hand, her sex drive kicks in. Debbie had never received flowers from a man, but she had that gene, and it kicked in. It kicked in even though Debbie's conscious mind knew quite clearly that the flowers were for her mother, and not for her. That gene just isn’t sophisticated enough to tell who flowers are for. 



It's true. If you don't believe it, just deliver a vase of flowers to a woman in an office somewhere who works with other women around her. You don't even have to know the woman. In fact, it's better, for the sake of the experiment, if you don't know the woman. Just deliver her flowers with a card that says, "From an anonymous admirer" and act like a normal delivery guy. Then watch the otherwomen in the office. They'll light up, and smile and make all kinds of vaguely sexual sounds and the smell of damp pussy might very well waft on the air. 

If you watched those women as closely as Robert watched his niece, you'd see their pupils dilate as that gene tells the pleasure center of the brain to release a squirt of dopamine into the bloodstream. 

And that's for flowers they know aren't even for them! 

Of course, by the time they get home to their men ... the ones who are not bringing flowers home to put on the table ... that dopamine will have diluted to pretty near nothing as other emotions replace the initial wish for a nice hard cock in that damp pussy. The replacement emotions, unfortunately, generally result in statements like: "Janice got flowers at work today. Nobody ever sends me flowers at work! You haven't slept on the couch for a while. Maybe it's worn out. Maybe we need a new one. Why don't you sleep on the couch for a few nights just so we know for sure." 

Of course it's possible that that is another function of the 'flower gene' and that if the urge to mate is not satisfied within a reasonable time after the flowers are introduced into a woman's life ... whether they're for her or not, the gene then brings about these other reactions. 

At any rate, Robert, his observation skills honed by being a foreigner in hostile places for years, did notice Debbie's pupils dilate. And he saw in those young eyes a wish that the flowers were for her. 

His plan changed, adapting to new circumstances. 

"I have here wine for your beautiful mother," he said. He winked and said "Perhaps she will lower her guard tonight if she drinks too much?" 

Then he extended the bouquet of flowers. 

"And these are for my beautiful niece, to begin to make up for ruining her playhouse and bringing so much turmoil to her life." 

Debbie's 'flower gene' told her brain to go ahead and give another squirt of dopamine. She took the roses and smelled them. 

"I don't think you need the wine to get Mom's guard down," she said, smiling. 

He smiled back. "Ah, then perhaps I can convince her to give you a little." 

His flirting reference to what he had said the wine was for created an instant flock of butterflies in Debbie's stomach. Her recent arrival at full womanhood still had her hormones at high levels, and attention from a man, even one she had so recently disliked, kicked those hormones into little storms in her body. She felt her nipples crinkle and blushed. 



Debbie backed up and ushered her uncle into the house, and, because he was family, on into the kitchen, instead of the living room. It was a little thing in her mind, but it registered with him in a big way. He wanted his niece and nephew to like him. In one sense he needed his niece and nephew to like him if his plan was going to work out like he wanted it to. 

"Look Mommy!" Debbie squealed as she went to her mother. "Uncle Bob ..." she faltered and turned to Robert. "Is it okay if I call you Uncle Bob?" 

He smiled again and nodded. "I prefer it." 

Debbie turned back to her mother. "Uncle Bob brought me flowers!" 

Ramona had turned when her daughter first spoke, and saw the roses in her hands. Ramona had the gene too, of course, and she knew immediately who had brought them. She too, would have liked them to be for her but her reaction to her daughter's statement wasn't one of disappointment. She was thrilled for Debbie, and was quite able to use her own shot of dopamine to channel her pleasure to happiness at her little girl's pleasure. 

"How sweet," she said, feeling a rush of emotion for her daughter. "And roses too! You better watch out for him Deb." 

Her mother's unknowing reference to her uncle's teasing remark wasn't lost on Debbie and she blushed again. She'd never really thought about what it might be like for a man other than her brother to pay attention to her. It was true that boys at school liked to look at her, but they were just a distraction to Debbie, and not material for serious consideration. They couldn't stack up to Robby, and they for sure couldn't stack up to her uncle. 

Debbie decided to do some teasing of her own. "He brought wine too. He says it's to make you let your guard down." She smiled sweetly at her uncle. 

"Curses!" quipped Robert, twirling imaginary long moustaches. "My plan is foiled again!" 

Debbie teased her mother next. "I told him he didn't need the wine," she said. "Then he said maybe you'd let me have some." 

Ramona laughed. "You really need to watch him then. I had hoped I'd be woman enough to satisfy him." she wiped her hands on a towel and went to Robert, clasping him in her arms and kissing him soundly. "Perhaps I'll have to try harder," she said when the kiss was over.

Robert ground his seemingly ever-hard penis into Ramona's mound. "I could not help myself," he said, as if it were nothing of consequence. "She looks very much like you did when you were her age." 

Ramona laughed again. "You're a silver tongued liar. I was a skinny plain girl when I was Debbie's age, and nothing any boy looked at." 

"You looked like she looks to me," said Robert, kissing her gently. "And you were as desirable to me as she is to any man who sees her now." 

That flower gene I mentioned earlier? There's another one too. It's a gene that takes compliments and transforms them into more dopamine. Debbie was beginning to like her uncle very much. 

Robby sauntered into the kitchen. "Smells good in here," he said. 

"Uncle Bob got me roses!" announced Debbie proudly, thrusting them out in front of her. Not having been thrown to the ground and ravished while her brain was still fogged with dopamine, the other response in Debbie poked up its head. 

"Nobody has ever gotten me flowers before," she said to her brother, her eyebrow raised slightly. 

Robby, having neither the 'flower gene' nor Robert's skill in observing other human reactions to various stimuli, made the same simple mistake that most men would make. 

"That's nice," he said. "When do we eat? I'm starved." Not knowing that his bed had just magically turned into a couch, he sat down at the table, his eyes going hungrily to the bowls of food already set out. 

Debbie, thoroughly disgusted with her brother's tepid response to her obvious suggestion that he should have given her flowers beginning long ago, and frequently since then, and not having received the apology that would have kept his bed a bed, decided to punctuate her displeasure with her brother. She went to her uncle, put her arms around his neck, said, "Thank you Uncle Bob," and kissed him soundly on the lips. 

Robert hadn't been kidding when he told his sister that, in his mind, she had been just as beautiful as a teen as her daughter was. He did think Debbie was a delectable slice of womanhood. And, he had no real designs on his niece sexually, barring the occasional fleeting fantasy most men have when they see a good looking woman. But he also had no internal prohibition against incest, and he did, in fact, want his niece to like him so his plan could go forward. 

So Robert kissed his niece like he meant it. Which, of course, he did. He returned her hug with strength, and Debbie felt, for the first time in her life, a hard penis other than her brother's, pressing into her mons. He didn't use his tongue - that would have been much too personal at this early stage of his relationship with his niece - but he didn't need to. Debbie felt faint as she received a real kiss, from a real man, that made real things happen inside her body. 

Debbie also had no designs sexually on her uncle. She had appreciated the flirting and innuendo on a basic female level. The kiss demanded more, also on a basic level - male - and it took her breath away. 



Robert, being the more experienced of the two, released her, his hands on her waist, and said, "You are most welcome. It was my pleasure." 

Debbie stumbled backwards, reaching for a chair and sat down. She was already re-thinking her plan not to visit her brother's bedroom that night. 

Ramona had seen what happened and knew what Robert's kisses were like. She felt no panic or jealousy, like she had at the thought of grasping hussies trying to steal Robert from her, for his money. Her daughter was no threat. Her daughter was part of her. Her daughter deserved to experience that kind of kiss. She stifled a giggle at her daughter's reaction to the kiss. 

"You shouldn't do that to a poor innocent girl," she chided Robert. She reached for the roses in Debbie's suddenly limp grasp. "Here, let me put those in water before you drop them on the floor." 

Robby, who had watched his lover kiss another man, felt suddenly less hungry. He somehow knew he was involved in that kiss, but couldn't quite put his finger on how, or why. He glared at his uncle. 

Robert sat down, seeing the glare coming from his nephew. He used camaraderie to repair hurt feelings. "I see why you like to kiss her," he said, winking. "Her lips are soft and sweet, yes?" 

Robby, less comfortable with talking about what he and his sister had been doing, and completely unaware that his mother knew all of it, felt his face get hot. "Well ... you shouldn't ... I mean we ... Oh let's eat!" he said, giving up on trying to deal with the subject. 

Robert laughed. "I tell you what. From now on I will not kiss your sister unless you say it is okay to do so." He looked at Robby for agreement, and when he saw Robby's astonishment he twisted the verbal knife. "And you shall not kiss my sister like that unless I say it is okay to do so." He folded his arms across his chest like he had made some royal decree, and leaned back in his chair. 

[JEMMA]

Robby was aghast. "I've never kissed my mother like that!" he yelped. 

Robert picked up his napkin and began to arrange it on his lap. "Well you should some time. Her lips are also tender and sweet." He grinned. 

"Bobby!" scolded Ramona, putting a platter of meat on the table. "You have no shame!" 

"This is true," said Robert, nodding his head. "When it comes to kissing beautiful women I have no shame. I have just joy that I get to do so." 

Robert relented and stopped teasing as they all sat down to share food. Instead, he listened with glee at Debbie's retelling of the scene at the bank when he had come in and invited Ramona to dinner. 

In a fateful way, the telling of that story, and the laughter it produced, set the stage for Robert much better than anything else he could have done. When it was clear the story was over, and the chuckles had died down, he put down his fork. 

"I am thinking of something," he said, as if he had just thought of it that very moment, when in fact he had thought of little else ever since he had heard that Ramona's husband had died so tragically. 

Three sets of eyes fastened on him. 

"Here I am, having dinner with Ramona and her lovely children," he said. "And people in town are assuming I find her desirable." So far he hadn't said anything that caused any stir. 

"I do find her desirable," he said. Ramona blushed, even though she knew her children were quite aware of just how desirable he found her. 

"And on a first date, I should get to know some things about her, yes?" he asked. 

Three sets of eyes blinked in confusion. 

"Tell me, Ramona, if you would," he paused for effect. "What was your maiden name when you married your husband Mr. Fucking?" 

"Ramona Sexy," replied Ramona automatically. 

"How interesting," mused Robert. "I had heard a vague rumor that you had a different name at one time." 

Ramona stared at him. "I changed my name, Robert. You know that! What are you getting at?" 

"And how many people here in this delightful little town, would remember you as Elizabeth Naughty?" asked Robert, his eyes boring into his sister's. 

Ramona blinked again. "I don't think anybody would," she said. "They'd all be so old now. Most of them have passed on already, I'm sure. What in the world are you talking about?" she asked, exasperated. 

Robert waved a hand negligently. "I was just thinking that if Robert Naughty found the widowed Ramona Sexy desireable, and wished to date her, no one would think that strange in the least." 

He waited until there were somewhat dazed nods of affirmation from the other three people at the table. Ramona's looked a little doubting, but there was suddenly hope in her eyes. 

Then he dropped the bombshell. 

"And, if, as I recall, a wedding license requires only a maiden name and some form of identification. It seems to me that the names of Ramona Sexy, also known as Ramona Fucking, paired with that of Robert Naughty on such a document, would not appear strange to anyone either." 

He gave another negligent wave of his hand. "That is all I was thinking." 

He picked up his fork and took a bite as if he had merely suggested that having a picnic in the park might be a wonderful idea. 

There was a moment of hushed silence, so complete that Robert's chewing could easily be heard by the other three. A clock ticked loudly on the wall over the sink. Robby's chair creaked slightly as he shifted his weight. Then the fork Ramona had been holding over her plate fell from her fingers, to bounce off her plate and clatter against her glass. 

"You can't be serious!" she said, her voice hushed. 

Robert looked at her calmly. "I have never been more serious in my life." 

Debbie's lip quivered. "You'd be my Daddy?" 

Robert shook his head. "People would call me your step-father, but I could never replace your real father. I am content that you think of me as uncle. In fact, even if you were to call me 'Uncle Bob', I don't think people would find that too troubling, yes? You are almost adults yourselves, and to call a step-father 'uncle' instead of father would suggest your respect for the man who helped create you." 

"But you'd live with us?" asked Debbie. 

"I had hoped you would give some thought to living with me ... in our family home," he said. 

"In the Manor?!" Debbie said. She leaned forward. "We could live in the Manor?!" 

"I would be most happy if the Naughty mansion was again filled with happy ... Naughty," said Robert. "But perhaps we move too quickly. Your mother has said nothing." 

Debbie's face turned to that of her mother. "Mommy?" she asked, her voice high. 

Ramona looked gray. She was looking fixedly at her brother. "You don't fight fair," she said, her voice low. "You would bribe my children to force me to live in that place." 

Robert held up his hands, palms outward. "No, dear one. This is only a dream I have had ... that our home could be brought back, and the sadness chased out. That we could be together as we were, free to love each other. But I would never force you to do anything. If you choose to marry me I would be happy beyond my ability to proclaim. But if taking you home cost me your love, or cost you your happiness, I would not ask you to do that. I love you Elizabeth." He used her real name intentionally, to remind her of what they had felt for each other when she still used that name. "And if I must love you from afar, in the dark of night, then so be it. I would never force you." 

Ramona looked torn and sad. "But we could never marry. That's craziness." 

Robby ventured to say something. "Mom?" 

She looked at him. 

"What he said ... about your maiden name. It makes sense to me. I don't think anyone would think it was odd." 

"I suppose you want to go live there too," said Ramona tightly. 

"No! That's not what I meant at all Mom. I don't care where we live. But I've seen you ... when you look at him. You don't look at anybody else like that. I didn't even like him at first, but he makes you happy, doesn't he?" 

Ramona's weak spot had been probed. Robert did, indeed, make her the happiest she'd ever been, both in the past and now. "That's not fair," she said petulantly. "You know I love him." 

"Well gee, Mom," said Robby with sarcasm in his voice. "What do people in love do? They get married Mom." 

Ramona still didn't want to make a decision. Something deep inside her lit up at the thought of openly calling herself Robert's wife. But she was still afraid. She veered off from making that decision. 

"I suppose, since you love your sister, you want to marry her too?" she asked, throwing Robby's sarcasm back at him. 

"No," he said immediately. "I would, if I could, but people know who we are. Mom, they don't know who you really are. Nobody knows. Debbie and I didn't even know. You could do this Mom. It would work." He waited several heartbeats and then added, "If you wanted it to." 

Ramona had felt the pressure building ever since she heard Robert speak of marriage licenses. It had grown as Robert pulled at her heart strings. Debbie's attitude, though mercenary to some degree in Ramona's mind, suggested strongly that her hatred of Robert was a thing of the past. And now Robby approved of this mad scheme. 

"Of course I would want it to work," she groaned. "Nothing would make me happier than to be ... really be Bobby's wife." 

"Will you then at least think about it?" asked Robert. 

"You know good and well I'll think of nothing else you ... you ... you man!" she barked. 

"That is all I could hope for," smiled Robert. "And we," his hand swung in a small circle that included Debbie, Robby and himself, "We will refrain from speaking of this again until you have had time to consider this." He pushed his plate away. "In fact, I shall leave now, so that my presence does not sway you." 

Ramona stood too. "But Bobby ..." she held out a hand. "What about tonight?" Ramona had planned on wearing the dress for him again that night, before he left." 

As if he could read her mind he said, "My sweet, the dress will wait for another night. I am quite serious about this idea, and you need to be serious about your decision when you make it. I tell you now, I will abide by it, and my love will not lessen, whatever you decide. I care most for your happiness. If there are conditions under which you would accept, then think on those, so that I may abide by them too." 

He stepped away from the table. "If I were to stay, I would hold you and kiss you and make love to you, and that would not be fair. No, you must think on this." 

He stepped over to Ramona and took her hand. Very slowly and tenderly he brought her hand to his lips and kissed the back of her fingers. 

"Mrs. Fucking, I was honored to be invited to your home for dinner. I had a wonderful time, and would like to see you again. May I call on you at the bank?" 

Ramona sat down hard and her shoulders shook with a mixture of laughter and tears as her emotions boiled over. 

"Go on!" she barked, wiping her face with her hands. "I can't think with you in the house!" 

Robert bowed to his niece and nephew and wagged a finger at them. "Remember ... not a word to your mother." 

He had made it to the front door on his own when he heard Ramona's shriek. 

"Yes! Yes you may call on me at the bank!" 

He was smiling as he closed the front door behind him. 

Inside it was not as happy a place, at least not for Ramona. She sobbed, mostly just to release her emotions, but because as much as she wanted her brother's crazy idea to work, she just couldn't believe it would. Somebody would remember, or find out, and then everything would be ruined. One moment she decided firmly it was too great a chance to take. Then she slid down the slippery slope of thinking how wonderful it would be if it did work. She felt arms around her - two sets of arms - and heads placed against each side of her own. They said nothing. They were just there. 

She looked up with tearstained eyes at her children, first at Robby and then at her daughter. 

"You have to tell me what to do," she sobbed. "I don't know what to do." 

Debbie had made tremendous strides toward becoming an adult in the past month or so, but she wasn't quite there yet. She pantomimed turning a key to her lips and then threw it over her shoulder. 

Ramona raged at them, then jumped up and stalked all around the kitchen, circling the table. She picked up one of her pieces of good china and drew her arm back to throw it, so great was her rage and frustration. A hand gripped her wrist, clamping it in a way that felt completely unbreakable, and the plate was pulled from her fingers. She turned to see Robby, his face grave, and she realized he was seeing her throwing a tantrum. 

She wilted, and flowed against her son, who handed the plate to Debbie and hugged his mother tightly. He kissed her hair and said soft words that everything would be all right. Her rage abated as quickly as it had come and she looked over at Debbie, who had tears running down her cheeks too, though she cried silently. There was pain on her face and Ramona couldn't take that. She reached out an arm and drew Debbie into the huddle. 

They stayed that way for a long time, just holding each other.

[JEMMA]

Chapter Fourteen 

In the end, it was Debbie who spoke first. "We love you Mommy. We will always love you. It doesn't matter what you decide to do ... we'll love you." 

"I know" Ramona sighed. "Will you two do the dishes?" she asked. 

They both nodded and, after a warning to be careful with her good china, she went to soak in a hot bath. She always thought better in a hot bath. 

Back in the kitchen Robby and Debbie worked on the dishes silently. Seeing their mother in such obvious distress had sobered them. They'd never seen her that distressed, and it impressed on them like nothing else could how serious this was to their mother. 

When the last dish had been carefully dried and put away in the china cabinet, Debbie went to her brother for a hug. The hug turned into a kiss and Debbie felt his arousal pushing at her. 

She touched his face, and then pushed him away. "If Mom can't do that tonight, then we shouldn't either," she said, drawing on that special secret set of rules that only women have access to. 

Robby groaned, but didn't argue. He too had taken long strides toward manhood, and knew that sometimes you just did what the woman wanted, whether you understood it or not. 

Instead of chasing their newfound joy, they sat together on the couch and watched TV for a while, just being together. Had you asked them what they were watching they wouldn't have been able to tell you. Like their mother, they were thinking about what life might be like in the Naughty mansion. Oddly they weren't thinking about the glitter and expensive wood and trimmings. They were both thinking of being able to love each other in those rooms, where their love had initially taken root, and grown and blossomed. 

When they heard the bathroom door open and saw their mother in her robe, heading toward her bedroom, they stood and went to their own rooms too, hoping to find sleep. Debbie dropped Robby off at his door, kissing him a long, sensual kiss. 



Inside his room, Robby still tasted that kiss. Like any man, when the woman he loves kisses him like that, it gets him going. It was a warm night and he lay down naked on his bed, his erection standing tall. He reached for a tissue and began to stroke his lust away. 



Ramona had been able, in the bath, to let her mind wander. She let it go where it wanted to, beginning with memories that were tattered, like a battle flag shot to pieces and torn by the wind. Those were the oldest memories she had; of her mother, and her bedroom, and her dolls. There was no pain in those memories. Then there was the memory of Bobby, pulling her through the darkness of the secret passageway, telling her to be quiet. She shook the screams out of her head and pushed her mind to her mother's face, eyes open and staring. She hadn't understood what was happening then, and only later in life did she learn what that meant. Instead of letting her manufactured memories mar her mother's face, she tried to imagine the eyes looking like they were focused on some far distant place ... a better place ... where there were no screams, ever. 

A sudden memory assailed her, unremembered these long years. She had been at the old woman's house, and had cried that she wanted her dolly. The woman had held her, saying that the dolly was gone, but that she'd get her a new one. That doll was probably still in her room next door. The doll wasn't gone. It had lain there, alone all this time, waiting for Lizzy to come back and hold her again. 

She had caught herself half crouching in the bath, unconsciously having started to get up and go get her dolly. The air was cool and she sank back down in the tub. Somehow, knowing that her doll was there was comforting. It would be there tomorrow, and she'd go get it then. 

Her mind stayed in the house, in the room where she now believed her doll lay. All she had of that room were good memories. She reflected intionally on the concept that it wasn't the house that had killed her parents. Men had done that. Greed had done that. The house couldn't stop it from happening. The house had, in fact, protected Bobby and her as they hid in its dark, secret places. Then she thought about what the house looked like now, the last time she'd seen it. It wasn't dark and painful there ... not really. There was painassociated with it, and that pain would never really go away, but the house wasn't responsible for that. 

And now, against all odds, Bobby offered her something that, if somehow it worked, would fulfill all her dreams and let her spend the rest of her life sharing that love. 



Except that she couldn't believe it would work. 

Her own doubts were strong, but her mind flitted back to what her son had said. He had said it would work. Her children, who had been so violently opposed to the man next door, had altered their opinions to the point that they were in favor of this crazy idea. 

It suddenly occurred to her that, like she and Bobby, her children had come to love each other in that same house, a love that was obviously enduring and incredibly strong. The paralells were inescapable. 

She sat on the edge of her bed, wrapped in her fluffy robe. She wanted to hear somebody tell her it would work again. She stood and went towards her son's room.

Robby lay on his bed in the warm evening. He was naked and his hand was wrapped firmly around his straining prick. He had given it only a few leisurely strokes when he heard a soft tapping at his door. His face broke into a grin as he thought Debbie had relented, and was going to allow him that special closeness after all. 



"Come in," he said toward the door. It opened and a female figure slipped in quietly. 

But it wasn't his sister. It was his mother. 

Ramona knew instantly what her son was doing when she slid through the door. His pale body was stark against the dark blue bedspread he was lying on. She saw the head of his penis protruding from his closed fist as his hand moved upward and his foreskin slid over the large knob at the tip. Her mind instantly returned to what she'd seen the day before, as that same long penis had plumbed her daughter's depths. 



As happens so often in life, little things ... powerful little things ... have the capacity to alter the way we look at things. 

I'll give you an example. When newlyweds come back from a honeymoon, we look at them a little differently than we did before they got married. We look at them as fully realized sexual beings. We know they have lain together while he rutted in her pussy and delivered up his seed to his chosen mate. We know that she welcomed that. Before this we knew them as Ralph and Cindy, and might have known a little about them beyond that. And there might even have been a little fantasy about what Ralph or Cindy was like behind closed doors. 

But now we know they are sexual beings, and that may change the way we interact with them, even if it's only unconscious and in a few unimportant ways. 

Ramona knew her son was a sexual being. She had actually seen the evidence of it. Robby knew his mother was a sexual being. He had actually seen the evidence of that. 

And, in this case, there was another little powerful thing that altered what would have been their normal behavior. And it was the same for both. For Ramona, that little powerful thing was her unsatisfied lust, which her brother had left her with. For Robby it was the lust his sister had refused to sate. 

Robby, who would normally have rolled over and doubled up to hide what he was doing from his mother, just said, "Mom!" 

Ramona, who would have backed out the door, or at least turned her back on him, just said, "Oh! I'm sorry." 

Robby, startled and not thinking too clearly, said "I thought you were ..." 

"Debbie" his mother finished for him. 

Part of the reason Robby was so unsettled was the gap in his mother's robe, which showed an awful lot of white skin, clear down to the point where it was obvious she was probably naked under it. Now Robby did think about rolling over to hide his erection from his mother, because the object of his lust in his mind had suddenly shifted from Debbie to his mother. But that seemed childish to him, so instead, he rolled off the bed and stood, reaching for the gym shorts that were on his desk chair. He bent over and stepped into them, pulling them up. While that hid his penis from his mother's eyes, it did nothing to make his erection less obvious, since the shorts tented out almost obscenely. 



Ramona thought now about turning to leave too, embarrassed about the feelings in her loins that were produced by her memory of her son's penis sliding into her daughter's mound, and seeing that penis again. But that would have left everything unsettled and she needed something to settle herself down. 

"I'm sorry," she said again, softly. "I just wanted to talk." She felt the strangest urge to ask him to take the shorts back off. 

"Oh, okay," he said, sitting back down on the edge of the bed. His eyes strayed to her open robe again, and he made his them go elsewhere. "What about?" he asked, realizing immediately how stupid that sounded. 

Ramona, though, heard invitation in his question, and never thought about how obvious it was about which she wanted to speak. 

"Did you really mean what you said? About it working? About what Robert ... suggested" she asked. 

Robby forgot that he wasn't supposed to argue in favor of the proposal. His mind latched onto something that was firm in his mind, and allowed him to think of something other than his mother's naked body under her robe. 



"Sure," he said easily. "Nobody knows who you are. Debbie and I didn't even know. And the whole town knows by now that a Naughty has come back to the manor, right? Has anybody said anything to you about that?" 

"No," she admitted, yearning to believe that he might be right. Her nervous hands toyed with the loose ends of the knot holding her robe closed. 

"And don't you think that, if anybody had any suspicion about who you are, that they'd have said something to somebody? he went on. "I mean even if they didn't say anything directly to you, wouldn't there at least be rumors? And wouldn't you hear those rumors at the bank?" 

That idea caused real hope to bloom in Ramona's heart. He was right. There would be rumors if anybody suspected who she really was. It was a small town, where rumors flowed freely and quickly. 

"I know it seems weird, but I think you should do it," said her son. 

Ramona wanted to pace. Everything she had heard made her heart leap for joy. She wanted to believe. Still it was hard. 

"So you wouldn't mind going to live ... there?" Ramona unconsciously turned to face the direction of the Naughty mansion. 

"Mom, I don't think Debbie and I care where we live as long as we can all be happy." His mind flitted to the image of his mother, her legs spread as his uncle powered his prick deep into her, and her exhortations of joy. He spoke without meaning to. "And it was obvious that being with him makes you happy." 

His comment brought again to Ramona's brain the sight of him on top of his sister, making her ... happy. That fanned the fires of her unsatisfied loins. She felt the sudden need to leave the room. What she was thinking wasn't right. Not about her own son. 

"Thank you," she said breathlessly. "I have to go now." She moved toward him, though, instead of turning and leaving. 

Robby stood up. What happened then was a result of completely normal urges on a very complicated level. It was completely normal for son to expect his mother to hug him, and it was completely normal for her to feel the urge to do that on a maternal level. It was completely normal for her to kiss him on the cheek and wish him a good night. All those things were normal on an subliminal level. But their embrace was also between two people who were very aware of the sexual nature of each other, on a level that had nothing to do with mother and son. 

That caused Robby to move his head fractionally as she kissed him, which resulted in that kiss being on his lips, instead of his cheek. And, her nervous picking at the loose knot of her robe had caused it to fall apart as she stepped toward him, and, when she pressed her breasts to his chest, there was almost no cloth between them. 



The kiss, and the feel of her hot, soft breasts pressing against his naked chest, shocked them both and unleashed something that, until then, had been on a tether of sorts. What resulted was not the simple good night kiss that each had expected. What resulted was a tight clasp as soft lips demanded something much more intimate. Robby's penis, never having gotten soft, pressed the fabric of his shorts between his mother's legs, where it contacted her swollen and sensitive labia and prodded her clitoris, sending an electric shock through her body. 

You hear of moments suspended in time, or of time moving in slow motion as minds whirl at light speed, watching something unfold. That was what happened to both of them as, on one level, they felt the emotions that demanded their lusts be satisfied. On another level, though, both knew that what their bodies wanted was something that could ruin everything. And both, having found something precious in recent weeks, were strongly averse to having everything ruined. 

Their lips slid off each others so they were cheek to cheek. 

"We can't," said Ramona, her voice a croak. 

"I know," said Robby, his voice tight. 

"I want to," confessed his mother. The idea that he might not understand what she wanted never entered her mind. 

"Me too," confessed her son, confirming that he did, in fact, understand. 

They managed to push each other away, but he drank in her nakedness through the gap of the robe, and her eyes went to the bulge that had so electrified her just seconds ago. 



"I have to leave," she said, panic in her voice. 

"It's okay Mom" he managed. "I love you." 

"We'll talk about this later," she gasped. 

"Okay," he said simply. 

Ramona almost ran from the room then, fleeing to the safety of her bedroom, where she threw off her robe and bounced onto her bed, legs spread, fingers dipping into slipperiness that brought her to orgasm almost instantly. 



In his room, Robby didn't even get his shorts off before he grasped his penis and jerked it furiously, spurting semen in long arcing ropes that landed on his floor.

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[JEMMA]

The next morning Ramona woke early. She didn't want to face her son and, since she had left work early the day before, she went in early to get her work caught up. That had the side benefit that she didn't have to face her son. She was very uncomfortable that the penis she visualized in her mind, when she had her orgasm the night before, had flitted back and forth between Robert's and her son's. 

She had an hour of uninterrupted work before Renee came in and demanded to know what had happened the night before. Ramona tried to play it off as a normal first date, and that there was just light conversation between her, her children and Robert Naughty. 

"Did he kiss you good night?" Renee asked avidly. 

"No," said Ramona truthfully. She didn't count a kiss on the hand as a good night kiss. 

"Did he try?" asked Renee, unwilling to give up her fantasy that her friend would bag this rich bachelor. "Please tell me he tried at least." 

"He kissed my hand, like he did yours," said Ramona. 

"I thought I told you to be bad!" complained Renee. "Did you wear the dress?" 

Ramona ducked her head. "I meant to, honestly I did. But the kids wanted to stay and meet him, and I couldn't wear it with them there." 

"Remind me to talk to those kids of yours," said Renee trying to sound gruff. "At least tell me he asked you out again." 

Ramona tried to smile uncertainly. "He did ask if he could call on me again." 

"Oooooo that's so continental and romantic," gushed Renee. "And this time those kids are coming to my house, or you're going out with him or something. Maybe you could suggest that you eat at his house. There have just got to be at least 10 or 15 beds in that place!" 

Ramona didn't have to try to blush. It was easy. Renee was so blatant about her innuendo. 

"Renee!" she scolded. "You're trying to get me to act like a slut." 

"Oh posh!" said Renee. "All I'm doing is trying to get you to let him see the woman in you. You're a sexy, desirable woman, Ramona, and there's nothing wrong with that. 

Ramona shooed her friend away from her desk and went back to work. She noticed that several other employees seemed to be watching her from time to time, but no one else gave her the third degree. Frank Pervert did stop by her desk, but all he said was, "I trust everything went well last night?" When she nodded he grinned like a Cheshire cat and left. 

Everything was fine until a delivery boy came in around 10 in the morning with a dozen red roses. This time they were for Ramona. Renee got to her desk at the same time as he did and plucked the card out of the little plastic holder it was in before Ramona could get it herself. 

"Thank you for a wonderful night," she read. She raised an eyebrow at her friend. "A wonderful night?" she asked. "As in all night maybe? Are you holding out on me Ramona?" 

Ramona stood up and snatched the card from her friend's hand. "I told you. All I got was a kiss on the hand. I didn't even get a hug. Get your mind out of the gutter Renee." 

Renee grinned. "Well, if he gave you a dozen roses for letting him kiss your hand, I can't wait to see what you get when you finally cave and let him make you really happy." She skipped off to her desk before Ramona could make an angry retort.

Robert's proposal weighed heavily on Ramona's mind all morning. Finally she took the phone book and leafed through it until she found the number for the clerk of the Hardcore County Court. She waited until lunch, when the bank was closed and almost everyone was either at lunch or out of earshot, and dialed the number. 

She got transferred to 3 different people before a woman came on the line who said she took care of adoption records. Ramona posed as a family member of someone who had been adopted and wanted to know who her parents were. 

"I know this isn't what you're going to want to hear," said the woman on the phone. "But those records are sealed, and only with a court order can they be opened." 

"What would it take to get a court order?" asked Ramona, her heart in her throat. 

"There are very few things that the judge will accept," said the woman. "In my experience, about the only thing that will usually work is if there is some medical reason. By that I mean that the adopted child has some kind of medical need to know who the parents were so that doctors will be able to understand how to treat something. Even that's pretty rare these days, because medical science has progressed so far," she said apologetically. 

"No, there's nothing medical. She just wants to know who her parents were," said Ramona. 

"I'm afraid that's not going to cut any mustard with the system," said the woman. 

"So there's really no way to do this," said Ramona, hope surging in her. 

"Well, there are a few special circumstances. When was the adoption?" asked the woman. 

Ramona's hope faded just as quickly as it had arisen. "It was back in the 30's," she said. 

"Oh, I'm sorry," said the woman, her voice taking on a note of sorrow. "I didn't realize it was that far back. I can tell you right now that there's nothing we can do. There was a fire in the basement of the courthouse back in the early 1950s, and the adoption records from before that were destroyed." 

"There's nothing left?" asked Ramona, shocked. 

"Nothing from before 1951 or so," said the woman. "I'm really sorry." 

Ramona hung up the phone and stared at nothing. Even if someone suspected something, there was nothing to prove who she really was, or at least who she had been. Excitement ripped through her and she sat back in her chair, out of breath. She'd been holding her breath unconsciously and now panted. 

For the rest of the day she was like a school girl, who imagines taking on the name of a boy, and practices writing it out that way, as if she were already married. Now she couldn’t wait for Robert to contact her. 

But he didn't. 

When she went home that night she thought about stopping at the mansion to see him, to scream that she would, indeed marry him. 

But she didn't. 

Instead she went into the house, bursting with the joy of her decision, and wanting to share it with her children. 

But they weren't home. 

There were two notes on the fridge, one from Debbie that said she had gone over to Crystal's house, and would be eating dinner there, returning home not later than nine that night. The other was from Robby, saying he'd gone to the pool, would eat out with his friends and come home "sometime tonight." 

She was so full of energy she couldn't sit still, and trying to do things around the house didn't satisfy her either. She had made a habit of jogging in college, and had kept it up off and on when she got married, but hadn't run for years, ever since giving birth. She tied her hair back into a pony tail and went looking for something to jog in. In the end she had to go to Robby's room, where she found his gym shorts hanging off his desk chair. She pulled them on, surprised that the elastic in the waistband was tight enough that it clung to her abdomen snugly. She was acutely aware that his stiff penis had been covered by them when she last felt them against her own pussy, and shivered at the thought. On a wild impulse she took them off, removed her panties, and pulled them back on so the cloth would be right next to her pussy. Then she put on a tank top over her bra and left at almost a sprint. 

She lasted two blocks before she had to stop, bent over and gasping for air. She hadn't known she was that badly out of shape. After resting she started again at a much slower pace, and alternated between jogging slowly and walking to catch her breath. It was just what she needed to work off her excess energy. 

Ramona stayed out for over an hour, waving at people she knew as she jogged or walked along the streets of Naughty. She reveled in the thought that, to these people, she was just the widow Fucking, a mother of two nice children, a teller at the bank. 

She jogged up to her own sidewalk just as a car stopped at the end of the driveway and Robby got out. He was still in his swimsuit, with a T shirt on, and his towel around his neck. She jogged up to him, giddy with her news. 

"Mom!" he said, his eyes surprised to see her dressed like she was ... doing what she was doing. 

"Don't look so surprised. Your old mother used to jog all the time when she was younger," said Ramona, smiling. 

"I'm not surprised," he said, obviously lying. "You look good," he said without thinking. His face got a little darker. "Of course ... um ... we already know that," he floundered. 

Ramona noted his obvious reference to the night before, when she had looked so good that he was painfully erect, but her joy at making her decision overrode that. 

"Yes we do," she said. "How good do you think I'd look in a wedding gown?" she asked. 

Robby's face went through a flitter of different emotions before settling on a wide grin. 

"Really? You said yes?" He leaned toward his mother. 

"Well, not yet," she admitted. "But I'm going to. Is that really okay?" she asked anxiously. 

Robby grabbed her in a tight hug. "Of course it's okay," he said into her hair. 

The closeness of their embrace suddenly made itself known to them and they broke apart. 

Somehow it was easier for Ramona to talk about what had happened between them out here in the yard. 

"About last night," she said. 

"I know" he said putting up both hands. "I was excited and I was out of line." 

"Oh!" said Ramona, off balance because he had done what she intended to do ... apologize. "I was excited too. It was really my fault." 

Robby had long ago reconciled in his own mind that what he and his sister did was something special to them both. He knew it was taboo and that if anyone ever found out, terrible things would happen, but he had rationalized it in his mind somehow. But experiencing the same kinds of feelings for his mother had been unexpected and didn't seem believable to him somehow. He had been worried about it all day long. 

"Can I ask you something?" he said. 

"Sure, honey," was his mother's immediate response. 

"I know how I feel about Deb. I mean I know how that happened. But I don't understand why I could feel like that about you too ... last night," he confessed. 



Ramona found herself asking the same question, to which she had no ready answer. But just the fact that it was out in the open, and that he was willing to talk about it, made her want to try to answer that question for both of them. 

"Come inside. Did you eat? I'm starved after running. We can talk about it while I get something to eat." 

He agreed and they went into the house, where Ramona started making herself a grilled cheese sandwich. 

In the end it was an amazingly frank and open discussion, like two co-workers, both of whom are married to someone else, but who are attracted to each other in ways that society would not approve of. They approached it by admitting what they had felt, and how inappropriate those feelings were, but agreeing that the feelings were real. 

"So what do we do now?" asked Robby in the end. 

"I don't think we should just let our emotions run rampant," said Ramona. "I think that might cause problems," she said, understating how serious those problems could be. 

"Mom, I have to say that I don't think I can just forget what you felt like ... last night," said Robby seriously. 

"Me either," she admitted. "But we can avoid letting that happen again," said his mother. 

"Yes. Definitely," he said. 

"And when you get ... excited ... you should talk about that with Debbie," said his mother. 

"Talk about it?" he asked, his eyebrows rising." 

"You know what I mean," she said, blushing. "Don't make me say it out loud to my own son." 

He grinned. "I love you, mother," he said. "I want to hug you again right now. 

Ramona smiled. "I'd like nothing better myself, but the way I feel right now, it would be very dangerous." 

Robby's prick lurched in his swimsuit at his mother's admission that she wanted him the way he wanted her. 

"Where is Debbie?" he asked suddenly. 

Ramona laughed. "She'll be home later. I wanted to tell her about my decision before I said anything to Bobby, but I don't know if I can wait to go see him." 

Robby laughed. "If I have to be horny ... it's only fair that you have to be horny too." 

Just then the back door slammed open and Debbie came bouncing through it, bubbly and happy from her day with her friends. 

"Hey you guys!" she said merrily. "What's going on?" 

"I need to talk to you," said Robby, grabbing her hand and pulling her toward the bedrooms. 

"Why's mom laughing so loud?" asked Debbie, stumbling to keep up with her brother. 

Debbie found out what he wanted to "talk" about quite soon. 

"We can't do this now!" she hissed. "Mom's right downstairs." 

"Mom knows what we're about to do," said Robby, sliding his swimsuit off and pulling his shirt over his head. His penis strained outward, at full erection. 

"What?" Debbie blinked. She wasn't ready as her brother grabbed her and kissed her deeply. 

"Get naked," he ordered tersely. "I'll tell you about it in a minute." 

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Debbie, resistant at first, began to thaw as he got her clothes off of her and went to work on her nipples with his mouth, and her pussy with his fingers. Then he switched to her pussy with his mouth until she writhed and moaned under him. 



It wasn't until he was balls deep in her that he began to tell her what had happened. He had already decided that there was no way he'd be able to hide how he felt about his mother from his sister, and that the time to tell her was while he was proving how he felt abouther. 

Robby stayed buried in his sister as he began to tell her what had happened the night before. 

"You weren't supposed to talk to her about it," panted Debbie, wriggling her clit against the base of Robby's prick. 

"I know, and then this other thing happened." He told her about the hug, and the open robe, and the kiss, and how he had felt. 



"I can't believe you," gasped Debbie, on the brink of an orgasm. "It's bad enough you do this to your sister ... Uhhhhhhhhhhnnnnggggg" she was interrupted by the orgasm. When it faded enough that she could talk she went on. "And now you tell me you wanted to do this to our mother?!" 

"I couldn't help it," he gasped, beginning to move in her as his balls tightened. "It just happened and I couldn't control my thoughts." 

"Was she pissed off at you?" asked Debbie, thrusting her pussy up onto his rigid prick. 

"No, she felt the same waaaaayyyyyyyyy" Robby groaned as his prick fired spurts of spunk into Debbie's pussy as he ground into her hard. 

Robby lay down on his sister, gently crushing her and kissing her neck as he caught his breath. "I felt like I was cheating on you," he said softly. "I felt bad." 

Debbie loved the weight of her brother on her, and the warm feeling of his spend in her. She wasn't sure she liked the idea that her lover was horny for her mother, but she didn't quite know what to think about that. 

"So, while you're making a baby in me, you think of her?" she asked. 

He pushed up. "No! That's not it at all. Just now all I was thinking of was you, and how good you feel. What do you mean making a baby?" he asked distractedly. 

"Well we haven't used any birth control since we started doing this," she said. "What do you think is going to happen?" 

He groaned. "I don't know. I thought about it the first time. But when you were'nt mad at me I guess I just don't think about that any more." 

"I think you don't think about a lot of things," said Debbie, pushing him off of her. She rolled sideways with him. "I love you, but you're a real goof sometimes," she said. Then she grinned. "So does that mean I get to be horny over some other guy? How about Uncle Bob? He's kind of cute. I got all fluttery in my stomach last night when he flirted with me. What if I wanted to make love with him? How would you feel then mister 'I didn't think about it'? 

Debbie might not have been aware of it at her tender age, but there are men who find it erotic to think about sharing their woman with another man. Robby probably wasn't aware of that particular kink either, to be honest, but the reaction he had was that of one of those men. He felt his recently deflated prick begin to stir. 

"Would you really do that?" he asked, his voice husky. 

Debbie missed the lurking passion in his voice, intent on continuing to tease him. "Maybe" she said, drawing it out. "How does that make you feel?" she taunted. 

Robby rolled back on top of her, kissing her hotly. "It makes me want to do this," he hissed into her hair, hunching his half-stiff prick up against her pussy lips. 

They ended up in another passionate clinch, which completed the job of fully erecting his phallus. As Robby humped into her roughly this time, shaking her with the force of his thrusts, he thought about Uncle Bob, on top of Debbie. Instead of being angry about that, it just made him harder. Debbie flung her legs wide, her own passions ignited in some hazy way. She didn't think about her uncle or her mother. She just reveled in having her lover's surging penis inside her as she had another orgasm and felt him add even more of his dangerous spunk to what had already soaked her vulnerable womb. 

This time, he rolled off of her gasping, limp from expending so much energy. Then, as they lay there, hand in hand, he told her the rest of it. He told her about meeting their mother outside the house, and how they'd talked about their feelings for each other, and how they'd decided they couldn't satisfy those feelings. Last of all he told her that their mother had decided to marry their uncle. 

Debbie's reaction to that was surprising. She jumped up, put her clothing on hurriedly, all the time saying things like, "Why didn't you tell me?!" 

To which is answer was, "I did. Just now!" 

Which brought her heated, "Why didn't you tell me sooner?!" 

To which his answer was "I was busy!" 

Despite the fact that it sounded like she was mad at him, Debbie leaned over and kissed him on the lips, a hurried, but full-of-love kiss, and then she dashed out of the door, calling for her mother. 

Ramona, however, knowing what her children were doing in one of the bedrooms, and knowing what her decision about Robert was, couldn't wait any longer to go see her brother. Still dressed in her jogging clothes, she ran back outside, hopped in her car, and drove the short block to the mansion. It was late now, and all the workmen were gone. She felt funny knocking, but didn't want to just burst in. While she was standing there, her hand poised to knock, the door opened and there was Robert, standing there. 

"Yes!" shouted Ramona. 

"Yes what, my darling?" he teased. 

"You know yes what!" she growled and flung herself at him. He staggered as she hit him and then tripped on the oriental rug inside the door, falling and pulling her with him to the almost inch-thick Persian rug. Ramona scrambled up on top of him, sitting on his stomach and grabbing his wrists, which she leaned on to pin beside his head. 

"I love you so much," she said softly. 

[JEMMA]

Then she kissed him and began blabbering about her fears and the call she'd made to the court house. She talked earnestly as Robert lay listening and then tugged his hands loose, sliding them up inside her tank top to cup her bra-encased breasts. Then she told him about what Robby had said to her as he rolled her sideways and began slowly stripping her clothes off. She talked as if he were not making her naked, under the influence of relief so strong that it caused her to natter on, telling him about what she'd thought about in the bathtub. She didn't stop to take more than a snatched breath until she found herself naked on the rug, her brother leaning over her and sucking one of her spiked nipples. The ache and the pleasure that shot from that nipple throughout her body finally shut her up. 

"Oh Bobby" she sighed. 



He left her long enough to strip his own clothing off efficiently. 

She suddenly realized her nakedness, and where they were. "Here?" she panted. 

"Oh yes my sweet," he grunted, pulling his socks off. 

She wailed as he came to her and thrust into her with no other preliminaries. She was sopping wet, she found to her surprise. She continued to cry out as he made her crazy with his stiff manhood, probing her deeply and triggering an orgasm that she wasn't ready for. 

Then he lay on her, moving his whole body up an down hers, grinding her body into the baby-soft fibers of the rug under her and extending her cum as his pubic bone smashed her clit. 

"I am so happy," he grunted. "To finally have what I have wanted more than any other thing," he gasped. "Will you have my babies sweet Rami?" 

"Oh yes!" she shrieked. "As many as you want," she cried, as she felt his seed flush into her. They rested momentarily as she breathed into his ear, more softly, "As many as you want," again. 

But it was not comfortable on the floor, soft as the expensive carpet was. He rolled off of her and she sat up, a little dazed. 

"The carpet!" she gasped. "It will be stained!" She clapped her hand over her weeping pussy mouth, to hold in his copious discharge, and tried to roll off the carpet onto the polished hard wood floor nearby. 

"Carpets can be cleaned," said Robert pragmatically. "I am too happy to worry about something so small and insignificant." 

Ramona laughed. "Bobby, that carpet probably cost $30,000!" she said. 

"Compared to you it is worth only 30 cents," he sighed, still lying on the object under discussion. 

Still holding his semen inside her, Ramona reached down and pulled him up. Then she snatched her clothes up in her free hand. 

"I ate a sandwich and I'm starving again already!" she said. "Let's get something to eat." 

They padded naked through the house to the kitchen, which was now finished and looked completely different than it had in the old days. Now it was a brightly lit and modern place, with state-of-the-art appliances and gleaming surfaces everywhere. It was one of the few areas of the house that Robert had not taken back to its original configuration and condition. He pulled cold pizza and sodas from the refrigerator and then popped the pizza into the toaster oven that was on the counter. 

"Bobby, I need to talk to you about something," said Ramona. She was thinking about Robby. "I don't want to have any secrets from you." 

"I love you, and I care not for secrets," he said, "with one exception." Both knew what secret he would protect to his very death. 

Worriedly Ramona told him of her feelings for Robby, and what she had contemplated doing with him, even if only for an instant or two. She tried to describe Robby's attraction to her as well. 

"Is there something wrong with us?" she whined. "Is this the curse of our family?" 

Robert listened patiently while she unburdened herself, sipping his Coke now and then. When she finished he sat a little longer, as if thinking. 

"Let me tell you what I think," he said. "I knew, long ago, that brothers and sisters are not supposed to feel about each other as we felt about each other ... as we now feel. Since then I have seen many places, and many cultures, a few of which allowed this taboo love between relatives. I saw nothing then that made me want to stop loving you. What I think is that, if we love each other, nothing we want to do is a bad thing. And if Debbie and Robby love each other - really love each other, as you and I do - then I don't think they will want to do anything that they think can threaten that love." 

"But to want my son?" moaned Ramona. "Doesn't that make you crazy?" 

"I look at your son and see a strong young man who many women will want. I look at your daughter and see a beautiful young woman who many men would want to carry their babies. Is this not a natural response to seeing a member of the opposite sex who has the appearance of a suitable mate? Is it so strange that you could be drawn to his ability to father children, or that I could be drawn to wish I could make Debbie with child?" 

"I thought you were teasing her," said Ramona, realizing that he had made a confession of his own. 

"I was teasing her, but you should know that, at the center of all teasing, there is a kernel of truth. Sometimes it is a desire to hurt. Sometimes it is a desire to teach. Sometimes it is a desire to be able to be closer than circumstances allow." 

Robert got up and pulled the pizza out of the toaster oven. He put it on the table, along with two plates and forks. 

"This could be a very strange and interesting marriage," said Ramona, looking thoughtfully at her brother. 

"I am going to concentrate on making this a glorious marriage," he said. "Strange is all right once in a while, and interesting is okay even more often. But I want to do nothing that will put a wedge between us." 

"I don't want to hurt you," she said insistently. 

"I can think of nothing you could do that would hurt me except to stop loving me," he said seriously. "Perhaps you will explore this feeling you have with your son ... perhaps not. In either case I cannot imagine not loving you." 

Ramona relaxed. The one thing she was afraid would unseat her happiness was something she could now put in the back of her mind. She had no idea what would happen, but suddenly she looked forward to everything she thought was gone forever. She could love the man she wanted ... could live with him and bear him children. 

"It's too bad that Robby and Debbie can't have what we have," she mused. 

"Perhaps that too can be arranged, in a way," suggested Robert. "They can live with us as long as they wish. What goes on in this house need not be common knowledge." 

"They may not want to," said their mother. 

"That, too, is fine," said their uncle. "They may draw apart, as we did, and find other love. You were happy with Richard, yes?" 

"Yes," she admitted. "I loved Richard very much." 

"They too may find that kind of love. They may wish to go to college. They may wish to travel. Those are discussions that must be had, but there is plenty of time." 

Then there was discussion about the immediate future. Ramona was instructing him that his seduction of her must appear normal to people they knew. She couldn't just agree to marry him after only one or two dates. That would be too odd. They were making plans on how to advance the courtship when the front door opened and Debbie's tentative voice came down the hall. 

"Mom? Uncle Bob?" she called. 

"In here," yelled Ramona, checking to make sure she looked normal. She saw there was a stain in the crotch of Robby's gym shorts and scooted further under the table. 

That didn't work, though, because Debbie was too excited and wanted to hug her mother. Then she wanted to hug her uncle. She was flushed, part of it the residual effect of having had multiple orgasms, but primarily from running through the woods to get there. Ramona had to stand up to get her hug and then didn't think to sit back down as she grinned to see Debbie flinging herself against her uncle and kissing him on the cheek. 

It was when Debbie turned around again that Ramona saw that Robby's gym shorts were not the only shorts in the house that were stained with a man's semen. Debbie had put her shorts on immediately after having been filled a second time with her brother's spunk, and it had drained into and stained the shorts she was wearing in the same kind of pattern as Ramona's were stained. 

Ramona's hysteria at being happy burst into a laugh. 

"What?" asked Debbie, looking around. 

"We need to go change our pants," said her mother with a straight face. "Both of us." 

Debbie looked down at her own light blue shorts, with the dark stain in the crotch, and then at shorts she recognized as Robby's, but which were being worn by her mother, and which were also stained like hers. She blushed beet red. 

"Oh Gosh!" Debbie moaned, covering her eyes with her hands. 

Robert stood, grinning. "Go on. I'll see you tomorrow, when I ask you for another date." 

Ramona pulled her moaning daughter back to the front door and to the car. She laughed again as she thought that it was a good thing she had naugahyde seat covers.

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[JEMMA]

Chapter Fifteen 

Following their plan, Robert visited Ramona at the bank again two days later and asked her out to dinner again, this time as his treat. They laughed when Robert described how he had tried to make a reservation at "Mom's Diner" which, he had been assured by the men working on his house, was the best place in town to eat. Frances Dicky, otherwise known as "Mom" and owner of Mom's Diner, had laughed out loud. "You're not from around here, are you?" he mimicked Frances saying. 

The morning after their dinner date, Ramona held her co-workers spellbound by her description of what had happened. 

"We got there and there were no cars in the parking lot. I was afraid there had been a mistake and the place was closed!" Ramona told them. "Then the door opened and Mrs. Dicky came out and took us in. He rented the whole diner for the night!" Ramona didn't have to pretend to be flattered. Robert hadn't told her he was going to do that. Robert had admitted that he asked "Mom" how much she made on the average Friday night and then offered her 5 times that amount to serve just the 2 of them. "There were 4 men in there with violins and guitars and I don't know what all, and Mrs. Dicky served us herself. It was just amazing!" 

"How romantic" sighed Agnes Clit. 

"Did he kiss you?" asked Renee. 

"Renee! I'm shocked you'd even ask that," said Ramona, trying not to giggle. "I will tell you this, though. I like him. We have fun together. He tells the most amazing stories." 

3 days later the mood at the bank was almost the opposite. Renee brought in a newspaper that had a picture of Robert with another woman. The headline was, "Local millionaire samples night life," and there was a story about how Robert had come back from what the paper called his world travels, and was renovating his ancestral home in the town of Naughty, which was, in fact, named for his family. The woman with him was identified as Lucinda cumshot, daughter of Magnus Cumshot, who owned and operated the Cumshot Furniture Emporium. The couple were attending a benefit fund raiser for a local orphanage, but she wore a slinky dress, and was covered with jewels and looked very much the part of a rich man's escort. 

"That dirty dog is running around behind your back Ramona," snarled Renee, throwing the paper down on Ramona's desk. 

Ramona was well aware that Robert was going to "take out" other women as part of his role playing, but seeing the smiling buxom woman on his arm still caused her gut to clench. It showed and Renee became a commiserator instantly. 

"Don't you worry about it baby," she said to Ramona. "There are other fish in the sea. If he comes in here again I'll throw him out myself!" 

Ramona smiled. "Renee, he's a grown man and he can date whomever he wants. I like him, but I don't own him. And don't you dare throw him out either. I may not be exotic and beautiful like her," she slapped the paper, "but I'm the better pick and I think he's smart enough to see that." 

Renee agreed vociferously. "You're right. You're better than that blond bimbo any day, and if he's not smart enough to see that then he doesn't deserve you!" 

That night Ramona reported the conversation to Robert, who identified the woman in the picture as the daughter of a man who had approached him to do business with. Robert, having problems finding "women to forward our plan" had agreed to escort the man's daughter to the benefit. Robert laughed about how the man tried to use his own daughter to seal a deal that Robert had no intention of entering into. 

When Robert came into the bank the next day, he waved nonchalantly to Ramona, and went to a teller cage to do some business of some sort. Then he went and stuck his head into Frank's office, glad-handing like a politician. It was then that he went to Renee's desk and tried unsuccessfully to make small talk with her. Renee was frosty, and kept her eyes on her work most of the time. 

Finally Robert sauntered over to Ramona's desk. 

"And how is my favorite financial Wizard doing today?" he asked, loudly enough for several people, including Renee, to hear. Renee rolled her eyes in an exaggerated manner at Ramona. 

"Why I'm fine, Robert ... may I call you Robert?" she said sweetly. 

"I would be devastated if you did not," he said smiling. "And when will you grace me with your company again, if I may be so bold?" he asked formally. 

The newspaper Renee had given her was lying on her desk, where she had left it intentionally. "Why Robert, it appears that you have plenty of company. When would you ever be able to fit me in?" She let her fingers drift over the paper. 

Robert laughed. "Ramona, let there be no mistake. I would rather spend one evening with you than 10 with women like that," he said. "You are interesting, and beautiful and you laugh at my horrible jokes. I have tomorrow night open ... and the night after that ... and the next night too. Please, have pity on me," he pleaded. 

"You're a charmer, I'll give you that," sighed Ramona. She had the urge to giggle so much that she had to bite the inside of her cheek to stop it. "All right. I haven't been roller skating in years. Do you roller skate Robert?" 

Robert looked stricken. "I will learn!" he said. "Surely such a thing cannot be so difficult. I understand that hundreds of people do it." 

The date was made and Robert left, shaking hands with everyone he could reach. 

Renee was at her desk before the outside door closed. "Are you really going to take him skating?" she asked. 

"Sure" said Ramona. "Why not? He's just a man. Why don't you and Ted come along too?" 

"I might just do that," said Renee. "I'll suggest that if he isn't a little nicer to me I might feel inclined to get to know the very wealthy Mr. Robert Naughty a little better. It doesn't hurt a bit that he's cute too." She giggled as Ramona chided her for being mercenary. 

In fact, by the time Robert escorted Ramona into the "Skate Inn", there was a sudden resurgence of interest in roller skating by a surprising number of adults, most of whom worked at the bank, or were married to someone who worked at the bank. 

It was a riot. Robert had never had skates on in his life, while Ramona had gone skating with Richard quite often, and was really quite good. She unfailingly picked Robert up off the floor each time he crashed down, and steadied him as he rolled along uncertainly. Her co-workers helped pull him up too. By the end of the evening he was able to stay up most of the time as she pulled him, hand in hand, around in circles. Everybody went out for drinks at Pussy's Tavern when it was all done. Robert didn't act at all stuffy. He also made sure he told some very horrible jokes. 

From there it was just a matter of making sure that people knew Robert took Ramona out more than he took any other woman out. Then their plan moved to the phase where he took only Ramona out. 

No one, at least who lived in Naughty, was surprised when, 3 months later, Robert Naughty proposed marriage to Ramona Fucking. 

Ramona's wanted Renee to be her maid of honor, with Debbie as the only other bridesmaid. That decision was relatively easy. In thinking about Robby, however, Ramona's feelings were much more conflicted. That was the result of reflection on the persistent feelings she had developed for her son, and her discussion about that with Robert. Her un-motherly attraction to him, in a way, made her feel like she was closer to him than any man other than Robert himself. In that sense, she felt like that, when she married Robert, she would distance herself from something very special by "leaving" Robby. In a philosophical moment she decided that it was appropriate, in a very private way, for Robby to give her away. 

With that in mind, she talked with her children about those roles and said she wanted to spend an evening with each of them, alone, to just talk about things and settle in everyone's mind what their expectations were for life in the near and not-so-near future. What they were doing was a big decision, and their lives would change considerably because of it. Ramona didn't want to lose anything she had with her family as they gained other things. 

Her night with Debbie was scheduled first. Robby spent the night with Mike, who wanted an update on what was happening with the Naughty mansion and the crazy hermit they had all seen together, and that left the house to his mother and sister. 

Ramona and Debbie talked about a lot of things, but two of them were probably more important than the others. 

"I need to know how you feel about the money," Ramona said, as she ate spoonfuls of ice cream out of her quart of Rocky Road, while Debbie did her best to destroy a quart of Butter Brickle. 

"Well, we've never really had a lot of money," said Debbie. "I don't know what it will be like." 

"Do you think you'll just be able to buy whatever you want?" asked her mother. 

"That would be nice," said Debbie. "But I've seen some of the rich kids at school, and they seem ... empty somehow. At least sometimes. It's hard to explain." 

"It's important to me that you stay who you are," said Ramona. "I don't want money to become too important to you." 

"I think if we talk about that, it will be okay," said Debbie. "Even though I argue with you sometimes I think you're pretty smart for an adult," said Debbie smiling. "You usually give me pretty good advice." 

"Okay, we'll agree to talk things out then," said Ramona. "Now, what about Robby?" she asked. "I have some advice for you about that." 

Debbie shifted uncomfortably in the overstuffed armchair she was currently occupying. "I love him mother," she said. 

"I know that, and I understand that. But what you two are doing has real consequences," said Ramona patiently. "Things have been so crazy that we haven't taken care of protection yet. And I suspect you two haven't decided to stop for a while until that gets done." 

Debbie had the grace to blush, but didn't confirm her mother's suspicions. 

Ramona bored on. "What, for instance, are you going to do if he makes you pregnant?" 

[JEMMA]

Debbie was silent for what seemed like a long time. "I have mixed feelings about that," she finally said. "Part of me is horrified at the thought of being pregnant at all. I mean that would change so many things. But part of me thinks that having Robby's baby in me would be the neatest thing in the whole world. I love him so much it hurts sometimes." 

"That's one of the things the money changes," said Ramona. "What I mean is that there won't be any financial burden on you. In theory you can have all the babies you want to. We can hire a live-in nanny to help you take care of them. That part is easy. But having children changes your life radically because then they are the most important thing and you have to sacrifice some of the other things you might want to do." 

"Like what?" asked Debbie. Talking with her mother about this was something she hadn't thought she could do, but she found, to her surprise that it was not only easy, but immensely relieving too. 

"Like meeting another man you like, and already having children that he may not feel drawn to because they aren't his," said Ramona. "Like not being able to go to college because you have a family to take care of." Ramona thought some more. "Like being in a relationship with a man who you can't kiss in public, or acknowledge as the father of your children. Like being thought of as a slut because you have children out of wedlock. You'd be living a secret life, and that's not easy," she finished. 

"Good points" admitted Debbie. "But I'll argue with you about some of them." She took another bite of ice cream. "For one thing, I love Robby so much that I'd marry him if I could ... like you and Uncle Bob. So I'm not sure that I'll be interested in other men." She took another bite. "And, if I don't have to work, and have help ... because of the money ... then I think I could manage going to college, whether I have children or not." She frowned. "I agree that it would be very hard to love Robby in secret. I do that now, and it's not too hard right now, but you're probably right about that not being the most satisfying kind of life. And I don't care what people think about whether I'm a slut or not. Once the famous Robert Naughty becomes my step-father I'm sure people will treat me differently anyway. I think there will be enough advantages to our lives that they will outweigh that." 

"You're right about people treating you differently. It's important that you just be who you are and act that way when you can. Your friends might be put off in the beginning, but if you keep on being just plain Debbie then they'll come around sooner or later. And if they don't, they they really aren't your friends." 

Debbie cocked her head. "Hey, I have a question for you." 

"Go ahead," said Ramona, still processing the other things Debbie had said. 

"What about your money? I mean I know how you feel about it, but couldn't it be used to do a lot of good things?" 

"What kind of good things?" asked Ramona carefully. 

"Well, I don't know ... things like helping people? I mean there are all kinds of problems in the world with education and racism and hunger and stuff like that. I think it would be kind of cool if we could help with some of that kind of thing." 

Ramona felt a measure of shock. It was a combination of not having thought of that herself, which caused her pangs of guilt, but it was also surprise that her daughter, on the verge of becoming very wealthy, would be so unselfish. 

"I think that's a very noble idea," she said. "I think that's something we should have a lot more talks about." 

"Me too," said Debbie. 

Then they talked about dresses and wedding arrangements and other things that mothers and daughters talk about when life is good. 

Ramona's night with her son was almost completely different. She intended to come to grips with their feelings for each other, and put them to bed ... so to speak. 

Those feelings were put to bed. But not in the way Ramona had intended. 

She started by explaining why she wanted him to give her away. She had no idea whether he would grasp the philosophical reasoning for that, and was actually surprised when he nodded. 

"I get it," he said. "I feel kind of the same way. Knowing that you're getting married, and I don't think it would matter who you were getting married to either, I feel kind of like I'm losing you somehow." 

"You'll always be my little boy," she said, chewing. Tonight there was no ice cream. Instead, she had baked hot rolls, because she knew he loved them, and would eat a whole pan of them if allowed to. They sat, tearing little pieces of the rolls off and eating them. The rolls were so good that the butter and strawberry jam she'd put out weren't touched by either one of them. 

"I know that," he smiled. "But this new feeling ... it's something I haven't even figured out yet. I mean I know I'm not supposed to feel stuff like that for my own mother ... but I do. And now you're getting married and I'm happy for you. I think you should do it. But I think I'm a little jealous too. Doesn't that sound stupid?" 

Ramona shook her head. "No, it's not stupid. Not to me." She sat, her feet tucked under her and stared at her son. "It makes me tingle when you say you're jealous." 

Robby looked back. "You know how sometimes you want something really bad, and it's all you can think about? You save your money and you dream about going to buy it, and what it will be like when you have it and all that." 

Ramona nodded. 

Robby nodded with her. "It's like that with you. I'll be in bed, and I think about ... things. Or in the shower. It happens there a lot too. It happened with Debbie that way sort of, except that we did things for a long time and it just went farther and farther." 

Ramona felt tingles in her belly. "But sometimes, darling, when you get what you wanted so much, it turns out not to be what you thought it would be after all. Sometimes you get disappointed, or just lose interest." 

Robby blinked. "Yeah, that's true, if you're talking about a pair of shoes or something. But that's not what we're talking about here," he said. "I mean I know that fantasy isn't like reality, but I can't keep the fantasies out of my head. And I'll never know the reality, so I doubt if I'll ever be able to really let go ... like you're talking about." 

Ramona's own feelings were remarkably similar. She had fleeting fantasies. Her memory of his smooth chest pressed against her bare breasts fueled those fantasies. 

"What if you did experience the reality?" she asked suddenly. "Do you think then that the fantasies would go away and leave you alone?"

"Mom, don't tease me," he said. 

"I'm not teasing Robby. I don't want this to make a wedge between us. I want you to feel free and at home, and welcome in our new family. I want to be able to look at you and hug you and not be afraid that I'm causing you pain." 

Something in Robby tore loose. He didn't snap, exactly, but he felt a release inside him that allowed him to do something that he never would have contemplated doing before this very moment. He stood up and pushed his shorts down, exposing the erection he'd gotten just talking about fantasies. 

"You don't cause me pain," he said. "You cause this." 

Ramona felt her pussy squirt. "I don't want to come between you and Debbie," she said. "And I don't want you to come between Robert and me." 

Robby stood there. "I love you both. I'll always love you both, even if we never do anything. Even if Debbie gets married some day, I'll always love you both." 

Ramona stood, putting her hot roll on the table beside the chair. "You can't give me away if you've never ... had me," she said. she was breathing deeply now. Her clothing felt suddenly very confining. 

Robby responded, not like a son, used to being subservient to his mother's control, but as a man, establishing his control over a woman. It wasn't a harsh control, or one meant to dominate or dehumanize her. But he didn't wait for instructions, or permission, or assent. He kicked off his shorts and pulled his shirt over his head. Then, naked, he went to his mother and began undressing her as she stood, her eyes closed, trying to decide whether to help him, or try and stop him. She kept her eyes closed as he made her naked. It wasn't until she felt his lips on one of her stiff, standing nipples that her eyes popped open and she felt weak. 

He took her there, in the living room, on the couch. He placed her on the couch, lying down, one foot on the floor and the other held up by her ankle, opening her obscenely to his hot-eyed gaze. His prick dripped with his excitement. 



First, though, he tasted her, driving his tongue deep between her swollen pussy lips, and sucking her taste, along with the nubbin that was her clit. Her feelings shocked her with their intensity, and she found her fingers squeezing her nipples as he tended to her pussy. Suddenly she was impatient and pulled at his hair. 

No words were needed as he raised his wet face to look into his mother's eyes. He moved upward and let his iron hard prick bob, just above her gaping sex, pausing to savor the sight of his naked and spread mother, waiting for him to penetrate her. 

Her consent came in the form of her soft hand gripping him ... aiming him ... pulling him to her. 

"I saw you and Debbie in bed," she said softly. "You were being very tender with her. Be tender with me too," she moaned. 



Robby slid his adolescent penis into his mother's adult pussy in one long, slow push until her hairs and his met and mingled. Both of them groaned in a mixture of satisfaction and a desire to feel that again, for the first time.