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Chapter Nine

I went out and walked around the house. And again. Several times.

But I couldn't calm down. How do you get calm after all that? I walked with the image of her looming in my stomach, aching in my groin. The things she had said were serpents squeezing my brain till the dizziness and the ringing were absolute. I had to have more! Had to! Even a little piece of her would do, but I had to have it. I went in and started up the stairs. I would go to her room and get something-a stocking, a brassiere, a pair of panties-then lie with it in my bed. Sure she was my mother and it was wrong, but I had to have it!

As I went up, I heard her talking to Gunilla in the living room. I was safe. I went to her door and paused a moment. Did I dare? Yes… I opened and went in.

For the second time I had entered paradise. The silk everywhere. The whiteness. The sense of woman. Of luxury. I remembered the bureau where she kept her underwear and stockings. The top drawer was handkerchiefs and lace. The second had panties and stockings. Thousands. Pink panties, violet, black ones. And white, white. I plunged my arms in until my face was buried in the silk. It was the flesh of goddesses. And their smell. It was the stuff of angels. Moon-cloth, and the smell of twilight in heaven.

I took a black pair and a white, started to close the drawer. Then I heard voices outside in the hall. Coming to the door. I was trapped. I whirled. Across the room was a closet. I dashed to it soundlessly on the thick rug, entered, and closed the door to a crack. I had barely concealed myself among the coats and dresses when the door to the room opened and Mother and Gunilla entered.

“Come in, dear,” Mother was saying. “I have some things that may help. You can try them on and see.”

“Mainly what I need is a bra that gives me better support,” Gunilla said, “and a black slip to go with my new dress.” She stood in the middle of the room by the end of the bed while Mother passed out of my view towards the bureau.

“Funny, this drawer is open. Annie must learn to tidy the rooms better.” I could hear Mother close the drawer and open another. “The trouble is that your breasts are getting larger than mine now and I fear none of these will fit you. Take off your blouse and we'll see, but I really think I must go to town and order some for you that fit.” She came back into my range of vision carrying several brassieres and smiling lovingly at Gunilla. She put the brassieres on the bed and selected one, which she held to the light, turning to the window. Both their backs were towards me, so I carefully pushed the door open a little more. I wanted very much to be able to see. The scene which was developing promised to be interesting. Little did I know…

Mother turned to Gunilla, but she had not taken off the blouse, was just standing there embarrassed.

“Why, Gunilla, what's the matter?”

“Well, uh, I'm not wearing a bra, Mother.”

“That's pretty obvious, dear. With breasts as big as yours, pushing out that blouse, and with your nipples sticking up like that, anybody could tell that you aren't even wearing a slip.” (As she said this, she reached out and touched Gunilla's nipple to emphasize her point. Gunilla seemed to shudder slightly.) “And look how they're growing now!” (She caressed delicately at the nipples with the tips of her fingers as they visibly grew and fattened. Gunilla shuddered again and closed her eyes. Mother began to stroke softly at the whole breast as she continued in a low voice!)

“You haven't had a brassiere on since Lars came, Nilla. Don't you realize that built like you are, your breasts bounce every time you move? Don't you think that might upset your brother?”

(Gunilla's voice was dreamy and far.) “He likes it.”

“What.”

(Gunilla's eyes opened in panic, realizing what she'd said. She began to blush and stammer.)

“That is, I mean, that probably he doesn't mind. That is, since he doesn't know about girls, maybe it's all right. I mean, maybe he doesn't know about breasts…”

“It's all right, Nilla. Just relax. Just let me get this blouse unbuttoned.” (Her voice was very soothing, as though she wanted to lull Gunilla back to what she had been. She undid the blouse. Gunilla was obviously confused. She tried several times to say something but Mother just reached inside and began stroking her bare breasts.)

“There, there. It's all right, Nilla. You don't have to hide things from your mother. You know that I don't criticize you. It's all right.” (Stroking, stroking. Gunilla's eyes closed again.) “I know you're just Mother's little animal. Her little sweet animal who probably has already been visiting the new little brother. It's all right, darling.” (She stroked and stroked. The blouse had worked open so that I could see the magnificent breasts with Mother's long fingers fondling the skin which glimmered in the late afternoon light. It was wild seeing Mother play with Gunilla.)

“Now just let me get your blouse off, dear.” (It slid off Gunilla's shoulders and down her arms and dropped to the rug. Her torso was magnificent. The fresh, perfect flesh gleamed in the subdued light. The memory of what was inside that thin cloth opened in me. The memory of what I had done to that flesh, the ultimate intimacy I had been allowed to with those breasts seemed even more exciting now that I saw it locked away from me in that cloth which decency required. Somehow, I was more aware of the privilege I'd known now seeing her from a distance. It seemed almost impossible. It was the same when I looked at Mother and thought of her sprawled in the living room. I said carefully to myself: inside there are Gunilla's. fat nipples which I have sucked, and which she will give me any time I want. It seemed unbelievable.)

“Now you're getting all quiet and passive like I remember you, aren't you, Nilla. I love it when you get like this and put yourself completely into your Mother's hands. Let's just get this skirt out of the way. And this pretty half slip.” (Gunilla soon was standing there in only her pants. The full softness of her filled the room! Her beautiful hair on the smooth, soft shoulders. The round, rich arms hanging limply. The great breasts rising and falling as her breath quickened with her ever growing excitement. Her narrow waist and full hips. The long, beautiful, bare legs. There was only the black pants left.) “And the pants, too, so Mother can see what a big girl her Nilla has grown into. Why, Nilla, you're all wet.” (Mother slid her fingers under the elastic, and being careful, lowered them half way down Gunilla's thighs. There was the beautiful golden cunt. How beautiful she was standing there all fine and curving with her eyes closed. But also how fantastically exciting with her pants pulled only half off, and with Mother stroking Gunilla's cunt.) “You've become such a big girl, Nilla. Such a glorious fur you have. So much of it now. And I suppose you aren't a little virgin like you were, are you, my little animal. Let me just see.” (Gunilla, without opening her eyes, spread her thighs enough to let Mother's fingers find what they were looking for.) “No, you've changed a little since we used to play together, Nilla. Do you remember those times, sweet? But probably you were too young.” Her fingers worked more fully into Gunilla.

“I remember so well, Mother. It was so beautiful. The most beautiful thing of my whole life.” The voice seemed to come out of a dream-drowsy and far away.

“Would you like us to play a little now, Nilla? Just a little to show how much I still love you?”

“I would like that more than anything in the whole world, Mother. If we only could. Could we please, Mother? Just a little?”

“Just let me close the door, darling, so that we won't be interrupted.” Mother turned to go to the door. I noticed she was sucking at the fingers that had been in Gunilla. I heard a key turn in the door and then she was back. Gunilla still stood there, her legs spread a little, her pants stretched between her thighs, her cunt offered forward, her erect breasts looking like golden melons standing out from her chest, and her eyes closed. “Now just take your pants off and crawl on the bed, Nilla.” Blindly Gunilla pulled off her pants, her breasts swaying forth even more huge as she bent. Then, without opening her eyes, she backed to the bed and wiggled up on it. Mother knelt beside her, her dress climbing up to the top of her stockings. She looked down for a second, her face very lovely and strange. Then she lowered her head, opened her full velvety mouth and sucked at the right breast tenderly. Gunilla's mouth opened and she moaned a deep, faint “Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h.” Mother sucked at the other breast. I could see the wetness shining on the first one where her mouth had been. She went back and forth with her mouth, sucking at the lush breasts: pulling them gently with her lips, worrying them softly, working them. She began rolling the free nipple with her fingers. “Tell me what you meant about Lars liking it, Nilla.”

Gunilla just moaned and arched herself up to the wet lips.

“Tell me, Nilla. How far has it gone? Is it more than his just peeking into your blouse when you pour coffee? Has he been playing with you, Nilla?”

“Oh-h-h-h. Mother. It's so lovely what you're doing. I like it so much.”

“But about Lars, Nilla?” (Mother was working both nipples with her fingers. I suddenly realized that she had done this whole thing in order to find out from Gunilla.) “Have you been going to his room, Nilla?”

“Just love me, Mother. There's nothing about Lars. Please, Mother. Please lick my nipples some more.”

Mother looked down at the helpless girl. A smile crossed her face. A nice, wise smile. She slid her left hand from Gunilla's breast down her ribs, over her stomach, over her belly to the hair. Gunilla moaned and lifted her knees, opening them. I was facing directly into that secret flesh. I could see perfectly as Mother's hand teased and stroked and then slipped two fingers into Gunilla's cunt. Gunilla shuddered. Mother's fingers slid in and out. They glistened with the wetness. She leaned down with her mouth a little open and kissed Gunilla full on her plush lips. She said, in a low crooning voice: “Tell me, Nilla, about Lars.”

“There's nothing, Mother, really.” Mother's hand stopped its caress. Gunilla's hips arched frantically trying to find it. After a minute, the hand began again. Gunilla sighed with pleasure. Almost groaned. After a few minutes, Mother's voice whispered again: “What has he done with you, Nilla?”

“Oh, God, Mother. Nothing. Nothing.”

The hand stopped, Gunilla writhed. “Please, Mother, please. Please! Please!”

Mother slipped off the bed and went on her knees. She slowly lowered her head to Gunilla's cunt. When her tongue touched Gunilla, her whole body began to shake. After a few minutes more, Mother lifted her head and said very gently: “About Lars, Nilla.”

“Yes. Yes. I'll tell. Oh, good God, I'll tell, only don't stop. Please!”

Mother's head lowered between the full thighs. Gunilla's stomach began to convulse out and in. “Oh, yes, Mother. Suck me. Please suck your little girl, Mother. I'll tell you everything. He does play with me, Mother. He's wonderful. And he loves it so.”

“Does he fuck you, Nilla?”

“Yes. Yes.”

Each time Mother buried her head in the hair, raising it just for a second to ask the question. “Do you let him use your mouth, Nilla?”

“Oh, yes, Mother. And I love it so much.”

“Does he come in your mouth?”

“Yes, yes. And he watches you through the keyhole when you are undressing and he makes me suck him while he's watching. And as soon as he sees a little of your thigh naked, or a little of your breast, he immediately comes. It spurts and spurts in my mouth while his eye is devouring you.”

This made Mother shudder. She began kneading her breasts. Gunilla was caressing her own breasts. Mother lifted her face. It was wild.

“And while he is spying on me, do you swallow it, Nilla? Do you swallow it?”

“Yes, Mother. And I love it. I suck out every drop. I lick every trace of it up. And tonight…”

“What, Nilla?”

“God, I can't stop. I want it so… Keep sucking me and I'll tell you something. Tonight I've promised to let him come in my room to watch you. I told him how you sometimes forget to close the shutters, and how Daddy would probably be giving it to you tonight. And I told him he could see his darling mother really getting it. And I told him that everything that Daddy did to you, he could do to me at the same time so he could pretend it was you he was fucking… Oh, oh, Mother. I'm starling to come. I can feel it starting in my fingers and toes and the back of my neck. Suck me, Mother. Oh, suck me. I'm coming. Oh, oh. Oh, yes. Oh, God. Oh sweet Jesus God. It's coming. Suck me. I'm coming. I'm coming! Mother, Mother, I'm coming!!!”

Her body strained. She buried her fingers in her mother's hair and lifted her cunt to that mouth. Then her whole body bent upward in a great bow, hung for a moment as the muscles spasmed all over her, and then fell back. She was suddenly all limp. Mother wiped her wet face on the spread and then stretched out on the bed with Gunilla. She wiped her face with a corner of the spread, and then cuddled her and stroked her hair.

During this scene I had been stroking myself almost without realizing it. And at Gunilla's last cry, I had come all over everything in the closet. Then I passed out, evidently. When I came to, only a few minutes seemed to have passed. Gunilla was awake and they were talking.

“Could I nurse at you a little. Mother, like you used to let me as a treat?”

“Of course, little baby.” Mother unbuttoned her blouse. Gunilla reached behind her and unfastened the brassiere. I strained to see, but Mother was lying on her side away from me so I couldn't see anything. I could see Gunilla nuzzling into her. Mother cradled her head and stroked her hair. I could hear sucking sounds that started to drive me crazy again.

All of a sudden, somebody knocked lightly and tried to open the door. Both Mother and Gunilla sat up startled, their eyes wide. I caught a glimpse of Mother's breast all wet, but she covered it even as I saw.

“Who is it?” Mother called in a slightly strangled voice.

“Bill.” It was Father.

“Just a minute, dear.” Mother motioned wildly for Gunilla to hide in the closet. The one where I was! She gathered the clothes in a bundle and stumbled in. She bumped against me and would have cried out except that I put my hand over her mouth. Then she realized who it was and began to giggle. She took my hand away and whispered.

“Lars! Here too! Little brother, you are too much! I love you!”

Meanwhile Mother had opened the door and Father was telling her something about coming downstairs. She said fine, that she was just dressing. That she'd locked the door for fear I might not know about knocking before coming in. She asked him to fasten her brassiere. Meanwhile, Gunilla's hand had been exploring and she whispered: “Why, Lars, you're all wet. You've been playing with yourself! Now I'll have to clean you.” She began licking me attentively as a cat does its kitten. As I grew under this washing, she took me in her mouth and began slowly and powerfully to suck me.

Mother was softly laughing on the other side of the door and saying “Stop that. Stop now. I asked you to fasten my brassiere, not take it off.” Father was evidently fondling her.

“Why, Karin, you're hot. Your nipples are as big as my thumbs. What have you been up to behind this locked door?” It was Father's voice teasing her.

“Stop, stop. If you want me to go downstairs, you must. I'm losing control. Tonight you can have me.”

“But, Karin, tonight we are going to the party for Ingmar Bergman.”

“Well, then tomorrow you can… No wait… it must be tonight.”

Gunilla put her mouth to my ear and whispered excitedly: “Did you hear, Lars? She remembered what I said about your watching tonight from my room. She's going to stay home so you can watch! She wants you to see her get fucked, Lars!”

Father said something about her being a wild woman, and started to laugh. They went out and closed the door.

As soon as they were gone, Gunilla took two of the luxurious fur coats from the closet and went over to the bed. She spread them out with the fur side up.

“Come on out, little brother. I'm going to let you fuck me in your mother's own bed. Here, let's get those clothes off… That's better. Now, lie down in that fur.”

It was a fantastic feeling on my skin. Gunilla knelt over me, her knees on either side of my waist, and her mountains of breasts dangling above my mouth.

“Now, Lars, you just lie back, close your eyes and pretend I'm Mother. I'm going to make love to you as the Roman courtesans used to. You just fix a picture of Mother in mind, keep your eyes closed, and I'll do the rest.”

She lowered herself down on my penis slowly. Impaling herself on it. Slowly, marvelously. She was sopping wet. It ran down her legs. With an incredibly exciting motion, she began to raise and lower herself. At the same time whispering, “How do you like your mother, little son? Is your Mamma a good fuck? Do you like Mamma's wet cunt?”

At that second, the phone rang. We let it ring. But it wouldn't stop, so Gunilla picked it up.

“Yes? Oh, Mother, yes. Yes. Sure.” And as she talked she softly fucked me. Slowly and gently, while talking to Mother. Then she lifted herself off and turned so her mouth could reach my penis. As she listened, she licked me. I raised myself and pushed her down into the fur. I knelt beside her, filling her mouth while she listened-making her suck-and rubbing it around her mouth as she talked. And all the time I could hear Mother's little voice coming out of the phone. Gunilla's eyes were bright with delight. Finally I moved over her, let her cradle my body in her thighs as I entered deeply in her. She gasped.

“No, that wasn't anything, Mother. Yes. Yes. I'm fine.” (I moved very slowly out and in, willing myself to fill her completely.) Her body began to tremble. She was so soaked in sex by now that she was constantly on the verge of coming.

“No, Mother, I haven't seen Lars. Yes, I'll tell him.”

I could feel it beginning in her. I teased her by fucking just barely into the lips of her cunt. She implored me with her eyes and mouth. Her cunt was sucking at me.

“Yes, Mother. Oh, yes! Yes! What Mother? Yes, I'm coming right away.”

I could hear Mother's voice as I felt her cunt fluttering and saw Gunilla twisting and twisting. She was so close. Then I drove into her.

“I'm coming, Mother. I'm coming!”

She came in a marvelous golden explosion. She lay with the phone cradled between her large, sumptuous, wet breasts. After a minute, she opened her eyes and said:

“Hand me my pants, little brother, Mamma is calling me.”