23. Mother interrupts ...

My mother had obviously been to her room, as she wore her favourite grey dressing gown and a night gown, however she looked upset, discomfited.

Charlotte got up to dress and leave but Helena indicated she should stay where she was.

I got out of bed and went to her.

"I am not sure I can carry on doing this, William," she said.

"Doing what mother?" I asked, though I had a good idea what she meant.

She waved her hands at me, and my bed and at Charlotte. "THIS! This incestuous bed-hopping of yours!" She touched my face with her cool hand. "I love you William, I cannot deny that, but I should never have succumbed to your demands and gotten into your bed.

"I spoke much with Emily Dodgson tonight, about her situation. Her life with her brother, what she went through. That poor woman - it - it was rape, pure and simple, William. It makes me doubt what we are doing here."

By now I had enveloped Helena in my arms, comforting her agitation. "If I had marched into your bedroom on my arrival home and taken you without your consent, I would agree with you. If you were my birth mother, I would agree. If I did not hold you up as the most important woman in my life; if I did not worship the places where your feet touch the earth; if ... if ... if I did not hold your very nipples as sacred then I would agree ..."

There was a pause as Helena regarded me, "My 'nipples'? 'Sacred'?" she asked sceptically. "That is the best you have?"

"I was struggling," I admitted.

"It sounded perfectly acceptable to me, mama," Charlotte said from behind me.

"If none of those things were true, Helena, I would agree with both you and Mrs Dodgson. There is no excusing her treatment at the hands of her own brother. Her rape, her enslavement and the brutalities he inflicted on her.

"But we, mother, you and I ... have you not been given every choice? Have you ever been coerced, made to do things against your will? Every step you have taken on this road, has been your choice. Why? Because I love you and desire you and wanted you to love me, but never to force you.

"I freely admit I sought to conquer you, but to conquer you only if you would allow me to."

"But brother and sister, William, mother and son, it is not nature's way!" Helena protested.

"Blood, my love, blood is the key! The only link between us is the man that you married. There is no impediment."

"That may be true," Helena conceded, "But there is blood between you and your sisters!"

"If I may mama?" Charlotte interrupted.

Helena looked at her, about to say something, but Charlotte hurried on.

"Do not let Mrs Dodgson's troubled life reflect upon your own. What she has undergone is dreadful, but it does not reflect in any way upon our situation here.

"William is correct, what goes between the two of you is different - it was meant to be, almost like it was written in the stars.

"Between William and us, is problematic. But though I don't think any of us knew it would happen, in our excuse I believe that there was an inevitability about it that none of us foresaw. Growing up as close as we did, as loving as we were, certainly on my part, I can think of no one I would have wanted more than William. I have no regrets that I took advantage of the circumstances that allowed it to happen, and I believe Caroline feels the same.

"We are going to go out from here, eventually to who knows what, at least we can be thankful that at this crucial step to our womanhood it was done with love ..."

"And some pleasure." I added. Charlotte nodded with a smile.

"And once we have gone out into the world, this story is ended." Charlotte continued, "It will be a moment to be treasured, but a moment that is done.

"Do not let Emily Dodgson's travails spoil your life with William, mama, enjoy what you have. Because what you have is precious," she said, embracing Helena.

Helena thought for a moment, wrapped in both mine and Charlotte's arms.

"Both of your arguments have weight I am sure," she said, "I will have to consider them carefully."

I could tell that her earlier resolution was wavering, and I think Charlotte felt it too.

I kissed Helena, gently at first, then deeply, and her response was willing, as I felt her kiss me back. I then switched to Charlotte and kissed her the same way. She was also willing.

It may have been how close we were when we were younger, being of a like mind in many ways, or it may have been Charlotte's lascivious nature, but she then turned and kissed Helena in the way that they had both kissed me.

For a moment, Helena did not respond, drawing back her head and looking at her oldest daughter, I felt her weight against my arm, but did not prevent her from moving back. Then, in the same way that I had felt her weight shift backwards, now it shifted forwards as she pressed herself against Charlotte, Helena returned her kiss.

"Given what I have just said," she said, looking at us both, "I believe what I am about to do is very, very wrong, But I am going to do it anyway."

"William tells me that taking pleasure when it is presented is one of the most important things in life," Charlotte told her mother as we helped Helena disrobe.

As we led her to my bed, I noted how similar she and Charlotte were physically. They were like enough, I observed, that they could have been sisters rather than mother and daughter. There were differences due to age in their bodies, but they were not that dissimilar. Helena's bush was slightly lighter in colour, and a little thinner, but where Charlotte's bubbies sat higher upon her chest, Helena's had less sag than some women I have known who were younger than her.

"And what other things has William taught you, daughter?" Helena asked, "Apart from the sanctity of nipples."

"Face-fucking!" Charlotte told her cheerfully. "Among other things," she added.

For a moment Helena looked at her aghast, "Well perhaps we shall visit that in a short while, but tell me more about William's views on pleasure."

By now we were all in the bed together, Charlotte on my left and Helena on my right. I sat with my head propped up on the pillows, while they pressed themselves against my sides and conversed across my chest.

"William is less of a teacher, mama, and more one who enables." Charlotte explained.

"What then does he enable?"

"Catullus, mother." I threw in.

When Helena questioned it, Charlotte explained about finding father's copy of the Roman's poems, and what it contained.

"Dear God!" Mother exclaimed, "I don't know which is worse - my daughter walking round reading Latin pornography, or the fact that it was your father's. Perhaps if he had read it, I would have been less inclined to turn to his son for my affection."

"That still would not have stopped me, mother." I told her.

"I dare say, not." She smiled. "But how does this dead Roman poet contribute to the debauchment of my daughters?"

"Curiosity." This time it was Charlotte who responded. "I wanted to know what it was that he was talking about. William seemed to provide the best opportunity for me to learn."

"And you showed her?"

"I did. Or at least I showed her a part of it. The second part is quite a step on from there and I was building up to it."

Both sets of bubbies pressing against my body had me hard as a rock. Charlotte revealed my hard prick to Helena by drawing the sheet down and away from it.

"Watch this mama." She moved to between my legs and enveloped my cock with the heat of her mouth. She pressed her face down until her nose grazed my pubes and paused there for a moment.

"Gaaah!" She said when she eventually raised herself up, gasping for breath. "Did you see how deep that went in my throat?"

Helena nodded, proud, but also slightly stunned, "And that is 'face fucking'?" she asked.

Charlotte lowered her head again.

"No, mother, this is." I grasped Charlotte's head, and guided it up and down on my cock. Inflamed as I was, I began to jab my hips up, pulling her head down on to me. Helena reached out protectively, but Charlotte gently pushed her hand away. Still, seeing my mother's alarm, I stopped.

"Did that not hurt?" Helena wanted to know.

"It was uncomfortable but it did not hurt, as such!" Charlotte grinned and shook her head, spittle drooling from her lips, the fine string connecting her mouth to the head of my cock. "William knows precisely just how hard to do it. And he would not hurt me anyway, would you, brother?"

I shook my head as I stroked her hair.

"I do not understand why you would do that, though." Helena said, still trying to comprehend what she had just witnessed.

Charlotte pulled herself across me, incidentally trapping my still hard, and still unrequited cock, between her side and my belly. She embraced her mother and kissed her tenderly.

"It is the difference between Alfred Dodgson and the 6th Duke of Norton," she said with a smile.

Helena began to nod her head slowly, thoughtfully. "So, what you are saying is that he did not do it because he wanted to, he did it because you wanted him to?" Charlotte nodded and slid back to my left, making my cock ache even more.

"But why did you want him to?"

"Because of who I am, mama. We have wealth, and power, and people defer to us, we have servants that answer to our every whim, but the price of all of that is that we are always at the top of the pile. I have discovered the pleasures of surrendering to someone," She inclined her head to me, "and it is very enjoyable.

"That it is my brother makes it doubly sinful."

Helena gave a rueful smile, "I understand that last part." She said, reaching across and kissing Charlotte, and making my cock ache once more. "William emphasises it by calling me 'mother' when we are fucking," she told my sister.

"The important thing," Charlotte said, "Is that thanks to him, I know more about giving pleasure, and about what I like when I am receiving it."

At this point Helena rested her hand on my prick. I have no idea why, but she did, and I groaned.

All of the back and forth across my hips, Charlotte's mouth, the naked breasts, the warm smooth flesh, had my poor pills turning blue. And I groaned.

"OH!" they both exclaimed. "William! I am so sorry."

If I had not had such a raging need, it would have been funny watching them both trying to get their mouths around my rock-hard cock, and moving their heads so that they could both get their lips upon it.

My next moan was one of relief, as first Charlotte and then Helena took turns to take it into their mouths and suck lovingly on my ducal cock.

I just let them do it, not pressing on their heads, or shoulders, but instead I used my hands to fondle their bubbies or cup their bums as they moved about on either side jockeying for position by my hips. I even slid my hands between their thighs and frigged their cunnies. This last thing seemed to work best, and soon I had two fingers deep in them both, working them in and out as my mother and my eldest sister worked my erection in and out of their hot, wet sucking mouths.

My impression was, and bear in mind that I was euphoric, and operating entirely by instinct by this time, such was the thrill of being pleasured by two such sensual and sexual women, that they both learned from each other. Charlotte observed something that Helena was doing and improved upon it, and vice versa. They both began to use their hands along with their mouths, and that was the final blow.

With my fingers deep inside their cunnies, my spend arced through me. Charlotte who was sucking my cock at the time caught all of it, as I shot off into her mouth.

As I sank back to the mattress, I saw Charlotte look at Helena. Something, I have no idea what, passed between them, and Charlotte leaned forwards and kissed my mother with an open mouth.

I could hear the jism being passed noisily from mouth to mouth as the kiss continued. Lewd, lascivious, and lovely to watch, finally they were done. Their kisses were just touches of their lips now, as they gazed at each other, and then they moved to lie next to me.

Or rather Helena did, Charlotte stood up, "I shall go now and leave you two together. I love you both," she said as she put her own dressing gown on, and blowing us a kiss, she left.