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CHAPTER TWELVE

Billy had left the apartment as quickly as he could, for he was as frightened of his father as his sisters were. He'd seen his father mad before, raging around the house like some crazy tyrant – and usually he had good reason to. But Billy didn't like to be in his way when he did. So moving into the living room, he'd slipped his trunks on and run out of the apartment.

As he walked towards the pool where his mother was, he tried to calm himself. He'd been terribly shocked at having his father walk in on him, and his heart was still racing. He wished there was something he could do to relax. Maybe a dip in the pool would help, he thought. He pushed the gate open quietly and spotted his mother floating along in the pool. She was alone.

"Hello, Mother!" he yelled to her.

"Well, how are you today, Billy?" she asked, noticing he looked a bit pale.

"I'm okay I guess." He threw his towel down as he sat on one of the chairs, watching his mother swim the length of the pool. It felt good to sit, to be away from his sisters far a while, just to be left alone. He took a cigarette and lit it, looking up at the beautiful blue sky.

"Why don't you come in and get wet?" his mother asked.

Billy turned his head to her. Then after a moment he replied, "Pretty soon, I will."

But the fact that his father was up there scolding them made him very uneasy. He figured they would blame him for the whole thing, and then his father would come down and take it out on him. So he was very uptight as he sat there, waiting for his father to arrive.

"What happened to your father?" Marcia asked him.

"… uh… talking to the girls. He said he'd be right down."

His mother accepted that, then slowly she climbed from the pool.

Billy watched her, half of his mind concentrating on his sisters, the other half trying to concentrate on his mother. The lovely shape of her forty-year-old body amazed him, for she looked much younger than that. Her body was full, and he wondered what his sisters would look like when they were as old as their mother.

Mrs. Huston took her towel from the chair and dried her skin for a few minutes. Then she sat down next to Billy.

"Isn't it a simply gorgeous day, Billy?"

He agreed with her as she lay next to him. She rarely spent any time with her only son, in fact, he felt like a complete stranger to her. He'd been away at school for a long time, and he'd moved out of the house even before that. He never really could talk to his mother, anti he always seemed rather remote to her. It was like Billy had a few secrets that he wouldn't tell her. But now she had a rare moment alone with her son, and she was overjoyed. She wanted to take full advantage of it, to get to know her son for the brief time he was there.

"How are the girls?" she asked, surprising him again.

After double-taking, he answered, "Uh, they're fine. Everybody's okay, Mom." His tone was rather shaky as he talked to her, and she could tell something was bothering him.

"I'm sorry we didn't have room for you at home, but the Stevens come here only every year or two, so, you know, we thought it would be best to let them stay with us."

"It's all right. Don't worry about it."

"Have your sisters been taking good care of you?"

He looked at her again, knowing something she didn't. "Oh, yeah. They've been great. Just great," and he gave her a smile to prove it.

His mother felt uneasy as she sat there, wanting to relieve the tensions between them, but she didn't know quite what, to do. She thought the water might help.

"Let's swim!" she said with a smile, and standing, she took her son's hand firmly and pulled him up from the chair. He wasn't especially in the mood to swim, but he didn't want to argue with his mother either, so he followed her lead and jumped in the blue water. The cool liquid felt good on his perspiring body as he tried to relax. He lay back and let the water take him while his mother watched.

"Is something bothering you today, Billy?"

"Oh, nothing in particular," he said, then, trying to avoid her, he swam as hard as he could back and forth across the pool three times. His muscles ached as he finished the last lap and finally ended up next to his mother.

"Wow! That was great!" she said, rather impressed by him. He stood up now, the water reaching his waist, and his large, muscular young body glistened in the sunlight.

He looked like the statue of David as he stood there, his mother admiring her son's tremendous body. She thought that he was really a beautiful hunk of man. She hadn't realized, as most mothers fail to realize, that her son was a man now. The years of adolescence had slipped by so fast, she didn't know where the years had gone. She could remember when Billy was a kid, how she and Joseph used to take him to the beach and watch him wade in the tiny waves that broke on shore. And now, as she turned around, a full-grown, beautifully built man stood next to her.

The sight of his muscular young body aroused her a bit, and feeling a tingle of excitement in her she felt a bit ashamed, for this was her own son! She tried to put the thought out of her mind.

"I wonder what happened to your father," she mused, looking over at the gate, wondering when he was going to come. She moved a bit closer to her son. As she came nearer, he grew uneasy.

"Hem be here soon," he insisted. As she got closer to him, she saw a sear on his cheek.

"What happened to your cheek?" she wandered. She was coming right next to him now to examine the scar more closely, but he backed away.

"I was playing football. Got it about two months ago." And he was retreating from her quickly. She wondered what was going an.

"Billy, why are you backing away from me?"

"I don't know, Mother."

"Do I scare you or something?"

"I don't know. I guess it's just, well, I haven't been around you for so long, it seems like I hardly know you."

She came closer to him now, backing him into the wall, trying to reassure him.

"Well, don't worry, Son, there's nothing to worry about."

She held out her hand for him, and slowly he reached out and gave her his. She held it like a mother, feeling the strength of her son, the power of his hand and wrist.

"Maybe we should go up to the apartment," she suggested. The words stunned Billy, and he retorted quickly.

"No, let's stay here," he said nervously.

"Why?"

"Because, well, he just said to wait for him."

"Well, maybe they're tasking and we should join them." She knew Billy was trying to bide something.

"No, let's stay here," he insisted, and she could feel his hand tighten around hers. She knew there was something funny going on, and she wanted to know what it was. Billy held her hand firmly now as he gazed down at his mother. Her tits were heaving as she tried to maneuver Billy into letting her, go. The size of his mother's boobs overwhelmed him momentarily.

"I really think we should go up there," she said, trying to pull her hand from his grip. But she couldn't; he was just too strong.

"It would be better if we stayed here, Mom," he said, trying to hide his anxiety. But she wanted to go.

"I'm sorry, Billy. I'm going." Then with all her strength she pulled her hand away from him, swimming to the ladder to climb from the pool.

But Billy was right behind her. He knew that he didn't want her to go up there and find out about the incident.

"Wait!" Billy pleaded, but to no avail. As she placed her foot on the ladder, he reached out to try and catch her. In the confusion, his thumb caught in her strap and it snapped in his hands. She turned around, her left tit hanging down in full view.

Billy was shocked. He didn't know what to do. Embarrassed, he tried to say he was sorry, but nothing came from his mouth. His mother looked at him and her hand reached up to her boob. Her full, pebbly nipple excited him, and she could see that he was becoming aroused.

"I… I'm sorry, Mother," he said shyly, but she only smiled.

"That's all right, Billy. So you like my breasts?" The excitement that was bubbling inside of him started to arouse Marcia. She could feel his lusty gaze upon her as she rubbed her nipple with her palm.

"Do you think I'm pretty?" she asked, but he remained silent. "Maybe you'd like to see more," she added, raising her eyebrows. Billy didn't object, and she reached behind her and loosened the other strap, pulling it down over her other boob. Billy was spellbound.

Mrs. Huston, too, was leaping with desire now. "Would you like to touch me, Billy?" she said quietly.

Billy continued to stare at her. But then her hand reached down and found his hand, and she placed it on her luscious nipple.

"Rub me," she said, guiding his hand in a circle around her tit. Her nipple felt different than his sisters and he fingered her lightly. Then he pinched her tits as she drew closer to him. He could feel his heart racing faster and faster as his mother's mouth drew closer to his own.

Her hot breath was upon him now; then her lips brushed lightly against his. They lingered there for a moment, then retreated.

"Do you think I'm beautiful?" she asked him, demanding an answer.

"Oh yes, Mother," his voice quivered, and then he grabbed her, unable to control himself any more, pulling her to him. His mouth smothered hers and he felt her tongue probe inside. Her hands cupped his head, her fingers playing in his ears and sending wild sensations through him. Her touch was so sure, her tongue so certain and hot. Her hands clawed at his strong back as her mouth went wild, kissing his neck, forehead and chest.

The two of them forgot that they were outside, in the open pool. He twisted her, nipples upward, filling her whole body with a warmth. His hands were strong upon her, and Marcia felt waves of hot passion fill her.

Billy could feel his cock swell to enormous proportions as it throbbed in the water, his mother covering his chest with her sweet kisses. Her hands ran down his back, sending shivers along his spine. The combination of her hot hands and lips on his hot body, and the cool water that wet his dick was a new sensation. He tensed as her fingers scratched the small of his back, her thumbs digging into his trunks.

His body felt so good to her, so young and firm and full of life, that she just forgot for a moment that he was her son. She could feel her cunt pulsing hard for his prick.

"Take my suit off," she demanded as Billy continued to finger her nipples. Wanting to free herself of the suit, wanting to feel his big cock inside of her, she frantically reached up and pulled her bathing suit down, over her belly, over her crotch, revealing her throbbing cunt. Billy looked down into the water, and he could see her dark pussy mound moving closer to his crotch.

"Let me show you what a real woman feels like, Billy," she whispered her hands finding his trunks again, her thumbs probing for his butt. She felt him squeeze her waist, and then he moved his hands over her asscheeks.

Billy felt like he was going to burst from excitement as Marcia inched his trunks down over his butt. Then, moving her hands in front, she found his leaping rod.

"Wow!" she cried, amazed at the size and strength of his puking dick. Her hand wrapped firmly around his shaft, stroking back and forth his butt tensing with her touch. Then her mouth found his again, and they locked in an mbrace, her hand under water, stroking his solid prick.

"Oh, Billy, fuck me!" she cried.

The words made him wild with excitement, his wand growing larger as she whispered in his ear. His hand reached under water and touched her dark-haired muff, awl he could feel the ache of passion pounding in her snatch.

Billy bent his knees, lowering his hard cock to her cunt. Then she guided it to her hole, her hand trembling as she held onto his gigantic hunk of meat.

"Now, Billy, now!" she whimpered, her legs easing apart a bit.

His prick pierced her tender cuntlips, the cool water of the pool filling her cunt along with his hot cock, creating a mixture of pleasure she'd never known.

"Hard, hard, hard!" she cried.

Billy straightened a little so his enormous cock pushed deep into her box. The walls of her aching cunt clasped around the shaft of his swollen dong as he pushed and thrust up into her, her cunt juicy from the pool's water, creating a nice suction as he drove in and out of her hole.

His cock had never felt so large before, and as he closed his eyes, he fucked her furiously, lifting his mother off her feet as he tried to inch into her as far as he could. This was his mother; her contracting cunt was where he had been conceived. The word "mother" echoed in his brain as he fucked the cunt he had come from.

"Billy, Billy, Son!" she cried, feeling her clitoris rubbing against his shaft, her uterus being tickled by his cockhead. She felt like there was a huge pole holding her body up, shooting up through her tender cunt, turning her entire body into shivers of ecstasy.

Her cunt filled with her hot juices as she orgasmed, screaming in her son's ear, warming his rod with the hot fluids of her womanhood.

Her orgasm mixed with the cool water of the pool thoroughly excited Billy, and he felt himself coming, too. He held her weak body as she spasmed in his arms, her cunt throbbing and feeling his enormous dick a final time. Billy screamed and groaned now, feeling his jizz shooting high inside of her, the head of his prick massaging her womb, finding its true home as his sperm filled her cunt with warmth. He jerked and jerked, shooting and shooting in her till there was nothing left.

"Oh, Mother!" he cried. "I never knew what a woman was like until now."

His arms dropped her as he grew weak, and her feet touched the pool. Her cunt filled with water now, washing out her warmth, filling her with a sexual chill. Her arms dropped to her side as she wondered what to do. Her eyes opened again, and she realized where she was. Looking around, she aw that they were still alone.

Billy was lying in the water, exhausted from so much cunt in two days. He adjusted his trunks as he rested there, trying to get some strength back. The water felt good on him as he lay there, his back to his another. He felt bad about what bad just happened, although it had felt great, and he didn't know quite what to say to her.

Mrs. Huston eyed her son, and she could tell he was feeling uneasy about the incident. But his cock had felt so good, so strong and young inside of her, that she felt it had been worth any remorse she suffered now. She knew she could talk to her son now, talk to him like anon. Their fuck had torn down the barrier that rested between them, and now she felt like she had a new son.

She adjusted her bathing suit, quickly pulling it over her belly and tits, then walked over to her son.

"I'll just forget about going to the apartment and I'll wait here," she said.

"Okay," he said softly, still looking up at the sky as he floated on his back.

"What?"

"I'm glad you're my son," she said.

The words felt good in his ears, and he stood up and, smiled at his mother.

"I'm glad you're my mother," he replied. Then, seeing her relief, he hugged her, kissing her on the cheek, a broad smile on his face.

At dinner that night, all the old barriers were broken down. It was like the Huston family had been reborn again, and the incidents of Friday and Saturday were all forgotten. Now it was time to enjoy the food they had before them.

Billy ate like a horse, for he hadn't had so much exercise in two days since he could remember. The girls laughed with Billy and their parents, just like they used to do when they were all growing up. It was a rare moment for the family.

Mr. and Mrs. Huston were especially proud of their children tonight, and this was the first time they had accepted and understood the fact that their children were not really children any more, but actually just as adult as they were. It was then afternoon encounters which had made them understand this, nothing else. They talked to their children as equals now, as adults.

Mr. Huston broke open a battle of champagne to celebrate this happy reunion of the family, and about an hour later they were all high, joking and having the time of their lives. It had been so long since Mr. and Mrs. Huston had spent any time at all with their three children, but now they knew that this would only be the first of many dinners they'd share together. Billy could go back to college and see them once every few months. And Mother didn't have to worry any more if her daughters didn't call her every day. Now that she was really communicating with them, she could talk to them once a week and be satisfied. She realized it had been her own insecurity about her children that had made her worry so much. Now she could relax because she knew her kids still loved her.

Sunday morning crept up on them quickly, and having overslept, Billy was rushing around his parents' house, trying to get himself ready to fly back to school. He'd stayed at his parents' house that night, letting the girls go home alone.

He looked at the sky and could see bright blue wherever he looked. He knew this would be a perfect day for flying, and he couldn't wait to be up there in the sky.

Robin and Janie picked him up about eleven that morning, and kissing his mother and sister good-bye, assuring them there was nothing to worry about, he and his sisters were off to the airport.

"It's been a long weekend, Billy," Robin said as she turned a corner.

"It's gone too fast for me. I don't know there those three days went!"

"I do," Janie said, looking over at Billy wtth a smile.

"Then I wish you'd tell me," Billy responded.

"Well," Janie began, "on Friday afternoon. I was at school, and when I came into the apartment…"

"Oh, yes," Billy interrupted, "now I remember." And they all started laughing. They hugged each, other and touched each other without hesitation now. It was a happy time for all of them.

As they waited at the boarding gate, the three of them chatted like true friends.

"When are your boy friends coming back?" Billy asked.

"Today," Janie said.

"Tomorrow," Robin added, "and I can't wait to show him what I learned this weekend." She gave a broad grin to her sister, who nodded in agreement.

"But who are you going to say you learned it from?" Billy quipped. Robin hesitated a moment, thinking, then she answered.

"He'll have to figure that one out!" As the three of them laughed together, a voice over the speaker system announced that Billy's plane was preparing for departure.

He put down his bag and threw his arms around Janie, kissing her lightly on the lips.

"Take care," he said, and kissed her again. Then his arms swung around Robin, and he held her close to him for a moment.

"You take care of yourself," he whispered to her.

"Don't worry about me," Robin said, winking at him; then she kissed him firmly on his lips.

"Good-bye!" Billy said as he approached the gate. "You know, I never realized how lucky I was to have two sisters instead of one. It makes it twice as nice. Especially when they're the sex twins!" he added.

The girls watched as he stepped onto the big jet, overwhelmed by the virility of their brother. The weekend had brought a number of changes for all of them. Good changes, too. For once they were sorry to see Billy go as they watched the jet take off.

"I wonder when he'll be back," Janie muttered.

"Oh, it'll be soon, probably."

"I hope so," Janie added. She looked at her sister, trying to hold back her tears, and Robin could see she needed a little encouragement.

"Well, listen, sister dear, let's go clean that apartment of ours up, because Terry and John will be coming back soon."

A smile lit up Janie's face as she remembered her boy friend. It was great to have an understanding sister.

"You're right," Janie said, "let's go enjoy ourselves while we're young and healthy!"

The girls smiled at each other as they started for their car.

"Sometimes it's just great to be alive!" Robin laughed, winking at Janie as she saw her sister smile.