Meeting the Birth Mother, Part III by JackDRipper

I had a twin sister. A wave of chills ran over me.

I had always felt like something was missing, like a part of me wasn’t there. I attributed it to my being adopted and thought it would disappear when I met my adopted family.

I had never suspected that I had a twin.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked, once I found my voice again.

“I was going to,” my mother said, “but I haven’t had a chance yet. You’ve only been off the plane less than 36 hours and you’ve already had sex with me what, four times, five? And you’ve given Cora the work-over too.”

“Tell me about my sister. Where is she? Who is she?”

“Her name is Sheena. She is going to school about an hour away. I gave her up when I gave you up. I wanted the two of you to be adopted to the same home, but once you give a child up for adoption you lose all control over their fate. I didn’t find out until Sheena contacted me a year before you that you were in different homes.”

“Has she every been here? Does she know she has a twin brother? Have you slept with her too?”

“No, she hasn’t been here yet. Yes, she knows about you. I was going to have her over and introduce you. And no, since I haven’t met her face-to-face yet, I haven’t had sex with her. I don’t even know her proclivities. I won’t force myself on anyone.”

“Didn’t stop you from eating me out,” Cora added.

“You wanted his cock. You could have walked away,” my mom said.

Cora smiled but didn’t say anything.

“I need to meet her,” I said.

“We can call her tomorrow.”

* * *

I waited anxiously in the front window of my mom’s house, willing Sheena’s car to appear. Cora silently watched me pace back and forth like a caged tiger. She seemed to share some of my anxiety about the cousin she had heard of but never met.

She pulled me down to the couch and gave me a hug. “It’s going to be okay, I promise.”

“I know, I’m just nervous.”

A car with a young woman inside pulled up in front. I couldn’t see her very well in the glare from the sun. I opened the front door and walked out as the woman got out of the car.

This, clearly, was Sheena, my twin sister.

Her basic frame was similar to mine, scrawny and tiny. Her face was a feminine version of mine. She wore a light colored sundress that tried to de-accentuate her bust, but failed. She had a chest that was obviously our mother’s – big and round. I think it was even bigger than our mother’s. She had a tiny but adorable ass under a skinny waist.

We locked eyes and approached each other. Cora stood in the door and watched, and my mother appeared behind her.

There was no “hello”, or other greeting, we simply collapsed into each other’s arms. As soon as we touched I immediately knew everything she was thinking. I knew that she was just as bewildered, overwhelmed, and confused as I was. I knew that she felt the same connection, as if two halves had just come together. And I knew that she was feeling a strange form of arousal.

Cora approached as we embraced. She touched my shoulder and I felt something else, something similar but different. Cora had changed when Sheena arrived. There was something more going on here that met the eye.

All three of us, at once, turned to my mom in the doorway.

“Seems we have a lot to talk about,” she said, and gestured us inside.

Sheena didn’t question it much when we all went out to the pool, undressed, and hopped in. As if skinny dipping was just the most normal thing in the world. She moved close and pressed against me. Cora had also moved close and was on the other side. It was like we three had become one. I had my arms around their asses, and somehow instinctively both of their hands were hovering on my stomach near my cock.

My mom leaned against the side of the pool.

“What’s going on here?” I asked.

“I didn’t expect this kind of a reaction,” my mom said, looking perplexed.

“What kind of a reaction?”

“This!” she pointed at us. “I understand your reaction to Sheena, but if you were going to react to Cora I would have expected it when you first met her, not when Sheena arrived.”

“Stop talking in riddles!” I said. “What’s going on?”

My mom turned to Cora. “Cora, you’ve been lied to. I’m your mother. You three are siblings.”

Cora and I blurted out “what?” in unison.

“A year before my brother had his way with me and conceived these two, he did the same thing the first time. That time I fought him, and I was left unconscious with a broken arm, a fractured rib, and a face that looked like raw hamburger. That was why when he tried the same thing a year later I didn’t fight him. I knew what he could do. Cora, you were the product of that first night. Everyone, of course, blamed me, they always do. They wanted to protect Andre and they figured I was unfit to be a mother. So they placed Cora with my sister.”

Cora approached our mother. They hugged and shared a deep kiss.

“I believe you,” Cora said. “I’m so sorry. I promise you, you will never have to give me up again, I am yours – and yours…” she gestured at Sheena and I. “I have always loved you better than the woman who tried to be my mother.”

Cora and my mother paired off as Sheena and I watched. Sheena pressed her breasts against the side of my chest, and lay an arm on my growing cock. I wrapped an arm around her shoulder and with the other I slowly caressed her breasts.

Cora was deep into a soul kiss with my – our – mother. She slipped her tongue out and ran it down our mother’s chin, down her neck, and down to her breasts, licking the tips and sucking. My mother lifted her tits to bring them closer to Cora’s face. Cora lapped all around the wide aureoles and my mother threw her head back with a gasp. She lifted Cora’s head back up to her own face and kissed her again.

“I will never, ever, let you go again.”

Our mother hopped up on the side of the pool and spread her legs. Cora dove in. Either she was a fast learner or had previous lesbian experience she wasn’t admitting to, because our mother lay back on the side of the pool and writhed in ecstasy under Cora’s ministrations. Cora spread our mother’s lobes wide and lapped, then slid three fingers inside and worked them in and out.

Our mother’s clit was engorged and stood out from its hood. Cora pushed the folds back even further and sucked and licked. Our mother grabbed Cora’s hair and pulled her face inwards, ramming her mouth into her cunt and onto her clit. Cora giggled as she increased her pace and slid a finger into our mother’s ass.

I admired the size of our mother’s clit – not for the first time. Somewhere in my connection with Sheena, the thought came that I hadn’t seen anything yet.

Sheena planted a kiss on my lips, a deep, soulful kiss. She lifted her breasts from the water. They were definitely bigger than our mom’s with wide, bumpy aureoles and long nipples. She pushed them into my face. I devoured them eagerly. My cock had come to full alert and was bumping against Sheena’s thighs. She reached down and pulled it up so she could rub it while I massaged, licked, and sucked her breasts.

After a moment, Sheena disengaged and moved to the side of the pool, laying out next to our mother. She spread her legs and motioned me between them.

Sheena was clearly our mother’s daughter. Meaty lobes surrounded the pink of her slit. I spread them gently and began licking. As I ran my tongue up to the top I encountered her clit. I pushed the hood back and sucked. It grew under my efforts and when I pulled back it was close to three inches long. “Told you so,” she said, out loud this time.

Our mother was grunting and groaning next to me as I sucked at my twin sister’s clit. Sheena lay back next to our mother. The two leaned gently into each other and kissed, then explored each other’s breasts with their hands.

Cora stopped and looked up. “I see a problem here,” she said.

“What?” I asked.

“There are three girls and only one cock. We need toys.”

“I’ll be right back,” our mom said and shakily climbed to her feet, still feeling the effects of Cora’s masterful work. Returning a moment later with a small duffel bag, she dumped it out onto a towel.

Before us were an assortment of amazing toys. Some were really basic, including a couple of average-sized strap-ons. There were three vibrators of various sizes and there were three monster dongs – one shaped like a cock, one shaped like a fist, and one shaped like a strange scaly lizard thing.

“I also have a bunch of bondage stuff too, but that doesn’t work well in the pool.”

I picked up a couple of the monsters.

“Where do you put these?” I asked.

“Everywhere,” our mom said.

“In your pussy?”

“Or my ass.”

I stared at her. “Every girl I have ever slept with said I was too big for anal. Some didn’t even want to do vaginal.”

“You thought mommy couldn’t take your little boy cock up her ass? Here, let me show you what I can do.”

Cora and Sheena had paired off and Sheena was reaming Cora’s pussy with the small strap on. Our mom took the lizard thing and rubbed it down with lube, then positioned her asshole over it. She slid three fingers in her ass and pulled it open, hovering her pink gaping anus over the toy. She sent a shot of lube up her ass and pulled it open even wider. Lube slid down her thighs and dribbled down the dildo beneath her.

I stroked my cock as I watched my mother slide her stretched ass slowly down the shaft of this monster lizard thing. She stopped halfway and slid back upwards, causing her asshole to grip the dong and hang out behind her. She slid back out and gaped her ass, revealing the crumpled pink inside, then slipped it back down the dildo until she was sitting on the concrete. She then leaned forward, the dong still in her ass, and hovered her face next to mine.

“Does my little boy think his cock can handle mommy’s ass?”

I was out of the water in a flash. My cock was rock hard and I snatched up the lube. Our mother pulled the lizard thing from her ass, then rolled over on all fours, pointed her sphincter at me, and used two hands to stretch it. The pink flesh inside bowed outwards, lube sliding down her thick lobes. Her cunt gaped beneath. I needed no more encouragement. I slowly slid in my cock all the way as she squeezed her ass muscles, making me work and increasing the pleasure. As my balls hit her cunt, our mother groaned and begged me to fuck her hard.

Next to me Cora squealed “Anal! I want anal!” She rolled onto all fours, snatched up the lube, and dumped a dollop into her asshole. Sheena willingly obliged and slid her strap-on into Cora’s asshole.

The situation was insane. I was ball’s deep in my mom’s ass. Next to me, my twin sister was pounding my older sister’s asshole. We all stank of come, sweat, pussy juice, and chlorine.

It was fucking magnificent.

My balls slammed against our mom’s slit as I rammed my cock home into her ass, in and out, in and out. The creamy lube foamed and ran out, sliding down our mom’s cunt, sticking to my balls.

Cora came loudly, not for the first time, and rolled onto her back, passed out. Sheena slid over next to our mom, pointed her asshole in the air and dripped a dollop of lube in it.

“You think our mommy is the only one who can take your little boy cock up her ass?” Sheena asked.

Our mother smiled and slid her asshole off my cock, gripping it all the way and making her pink flesh slip briefly from her asshole when she slipped from my meat. “Fuck her like a bitch,” she said.

I shifted to my twin sister. The waves of need and desire that washed over me when I touched her almost knocked me over. She didn’t have to ask, I knew.

I slid two fingers from each hand into my twin sister’s sphincter and pulled it open. She lifted the bottle and poured a thick dollop of lube into her gaping ass. My cock was still slick with the lube from our mother’s anus, so I drove my cock hard into Sheena’s ass, ramming it home and slamming my balls against her slit. Sheena squealed. Her screech woke up Cora, who pulled on the largest strap on in the bag and went to work on our mother’s ass.

I don’t understand what happened next. Somehow the four of us connected. We became one, we knew what each other felt, we became a single, sexual, spiritual thing. A mother, her eldest daughter, and her twins. We became something that would never be pulled apart again, a single unit, a single entity, a single soul inhabiting four bodies. For the rest of our lives, we would be one.

And as one single connected thing, we all came in a single crashing, soul-rending orgasm a few minutes later.

We collapsed into a puppy pile, covered in lube, pussy juice, sweat, jizz, and even a tiny bit of blood. We touched each other, kissed, and dozed under the warm evening sun. Utterly satisfied, utterly content, utterly as one.

Then the door to house slammed open. Standing there were two women I recognized from photographs. A woman in her thirties – my aunt – and a woman in her fifties – my grandmother. They both looked pissed.

My grandmother held a shotgun.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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