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
