"Are you sure this won't be...weird, Candy?" Bea asked uncertainly as they walked upstairs.

"I'm sure," Candy replied. "Are you sure it won't be weird for you?"

"It'll be a little weird, but I think sex is just always going to be weird to me? Plus, you know, you're an adult. Like a grownup. You have been an adult my entire life. And that's...kinda weird? But I'm also really horny about the idea of seeing you have sex with my fiance? So…" She shrugged.

"Oh! Did you pop the question!?" Candy asked, pausing outside of her bedroom door.

"Not officially," Trent replied.

"I know we're getting married, and I made him promise to wait to propose to me until we move out to Bright Harbor," Bea said.

"That's so sweet. You two make such a strong couple," Candy said. She led them into her bedroom.

It was the following day after the party and the weird conversation with Chris. Candy was feeling needy, apparently, and had asked him to come over. Evidently, Mae and Ann and Melody were all doing something related to his birthday tomorrow, so they were happy enough to shoo him and Bea out the door. And so here he was, preparing to fuck his mother-in-law again. While Bea watched. And apparently Claire listened.

Stan was out again, working today, but Claire was upstairs. Everyone had acknowledged it and she knew exactly what was going to happen. Which meant she was listening. Which was fine. Honestly, it was hot.

"Will it be strange if I ask to see you naked?" Candy asked as they came in and she shut the door.

"Um...no," Bea replied. "I think it's fair since I'm asking the same thing."

"I appreciate it. I know you aren't into women and that's fine, I have no intent of pressuring you, but I must admit, now that you're a proper adult, even a young one, I've found you to be exquisitely beautiful, and I've been curious."

"Oh...thanks," Bea murmured, blushing awkwardly as she started taking her clothes off.

Candy took off her shirt. "You're welcome. Also, just so we're all on the same page here, this does not leave this room. Not any details, not that it even happened. Certainly, I don't want your father knowing about this."

"We're on the same page," Bea agreed. "And we share that desire."

"I appreciate it...Trent, did you speak with her about...our roleplay?" she asked.

He chuckled. "Oh yeah, she knows about mommy."

"Good. And you're okay with it?" Candy asked.

"Oh yes. Very much. It sounded...really hot," Bea replied.

"Good! Because it was, and I want more. Mommy wants more of her special boy," Candy murmured, taking off her bra.

Bea was down to her bra and panties now. She stopped as Candy said that, staring at her. He couldn't tell if she was reacting to her huge tits coming out or what she'd said, or both.

"What?" Candy asked with a grin.

"Just, um...first of all, good God you have massive tits," Bea replied. "And second, just...the way you said that…"

"Yes?" Candy asked, grinning, seeming pleased with herself.

"Trent said you're an absolute freak, and crazy sexual, and I'm just realizing he's right. That was, like, the...I don't even know what word to use. Horniest? Sultry? That was probably the most sexually spoken sentence I've ever heard, like, in the flesh."

"I know what I want and I know how to get it," Candy replied.

"Apparently," Bea muttered, and finished getting undressed.

"Lordy lordy," Candy whispered, staring at her. "I must say, Beatrice, you are truly beautiful. Your body is a work of art."

"Really?" Bea asked, looking down at herself, then turning around, showing her ass.

"Oh yes. Truly. I hooked up with a woman like you some twenty years ago. Her name was Justine and she was also a vision of beauty. Sculpted, almost."

"Well...if I ever get into women, I'd have a threesome with you and Trent," Bea replied.

"Really? Because I would eat you until you passed out," Candy replied.

"Holy shit, you are crazy slutty," Bea muttered.

Candy laughed. "Yes, I am. But no pressure."

"Does the age gap weird you out at all?" Trent asked, his own clothes coming off.

"It would if you two were less mature," Candy replied. "I know I'm not a pillar of maturity, but I also know that twenty two year olds are, on average, quite immature. And that's fine! You know, for the most part. But immature people are easier to take advantage of, and I don't want to take advantage of anyone. But you two are very mature, and, more significantly, I trust that you would tell me if you don't want to do anything. Lots of people hook up with people they shouldn't in their youth and look back on it and regret it. If they're lucky, there weren't any long-term consequences from the sex. Too often, that isn't the case. But you're a grownup, Trent, and you've indicated to me that you are very horny for me, and I'm horny for you, and everyone in our lives whose business it is if we have sex is okay with us having sex, so I say, why not?"

"Those are all good points," Trent said.

Candy giggled and glanced down at his erection. "That's the tone of voice that says 'I'm very horny can we please fix that?'."

"More or less," Trent said.

"Well, then…" She walked over to him and laid a hand on his cock, which was straining against his boxers. "Would you like mommy to kiss it and make it better?"

Fuck if that wasn't a hard shot of lust right to the dick. "Yes," he replied.

"Yes, what?" she asked, smiling that ridiculously confident and seductive smile.

"Yes, mother. Please," he replied.

"Come here, sweetie."

She led him over to the bed and sat him down, then got down on her knees and pulled his boxers off. "There's my big boy," she murmured as she stared at his cock, slowly wrapping her fingers around it. Holy fuck, this was hot.

He groaned as she started licking his head. He had been looking back on their first encounter and thinking to himself, 'it couldn't have been that hot', because it seemed insane, how fucking turned on he'd been with her. And he was realizing right now that nope, it was hot as fuck. Being with 'Mommy' Candy was just as hot as he remembered it.

Hotter now Bea was watching and Claire was listening.

"Oh my God," he whispered, already panting as she sucked his dick, bobbing her head smoothly now. Watching his cock disappearing into her mouth was incredible. She looked phenomenal naked and crouched. The look on her face was one of...he was reluctant to put the words 'horny' and 'peace' together, but that's what it looked like: horny peace. Like she was in her element. He'd honestly had no idea she was so sexual.

"Mmm, okay," she said, stopping.

"Aw come on," he groaned. "I was so fucking close."

"Language, young man," she murmured. "And while I do not mind swallowing your cum, I would much rather have it in my pussy today."

"I'd much rather put it there," he agreed.

She smirked as she climbed onto the bed and laid down her on back. "I know. Now…" She spread her legs. "Eat your mother, dear."

Trent laid down between her marvelously thick thighs and went right to work.

She was loud.

Candy was very loud.

He ate her until she orgasmed and then watched her tremble and shake, her enormous breasts jiggling wonderfully as she came. At the end of it, she took a deep breath, let it out slowly, then sat up and pointed.

"Lay down. Today I will fuck you," she said.

"Yes, mother," he replied and laid down.

Although he'd thought often enough of roleplay involving family, (given the sheer amount of porn that was cropping up of step this and step that, apparently so had just about everyone else), he'd never really been sure of how he would feel actually doing it. Turned on, yeah, definitely. But he always kind of worried he'd feel stupid saying things like 'yes mother'.

But that's not how it was working out. The sexual energy in the room was so intense that it felt like everything they said was deeply sexual and horny and lusty. Candy was breathing heavy and husky as she mounted him, climbing onto him and rubbing his cock between the lips of her wet, wet pussy.

"There's mommy's big strong boy," she murmured softly, then moaned loudly as she lowered herself, penetrating herself with his erection.

"Oh my fucking God," he groaned.

"That's it," she whispered as she began to ride him, "that's mommy's special boy. Oh fuck!" she cried, going harder. "You're bigger than your father, you know that, Trent?"

"Really?" he asked.

"Oh yes. You're longer and thicker. You've got that long, long dick…" she moaned.

He heard a strangled sound coming from elsewhere in the room and glanced at Bea. She was staring at the with eyes, blushing as bad as he'd ever seen, and she was touching herself, her legs spread wide open, completely naked now.

"Oh yes, oh fuck honey!" she cried, her huge breasts swaying back and forth pretty much in his face. She grinned down at him with a sudden intense, devilish playfulness. "Do you want to get mommy pregnant?"

"What? That...that sounds like a bad idea," he muttered, struggling to get the words out as she'd just punched his second ridiculously horny button.

"I don't care," she replied, her grin even bigger now. "I stopped taking my birth control two weeks ago, sweetheart, and I'm ovulating tonight. I'm so fucking horny, son. I want you to cum in my pussy. Cum in mommy's pussy and get her pregnant. We won't have to tell anyone. I'll just lie and say it's your father's. And you and I can try for a baby, sweetheart. Don't you love your mommy?" she asked.

"Yes!" he groaned. He was so aroused that his stomach was doing flips and he was careening towards an orgasm.

"Say it," she said.

"I love you, mommy!" he moaned.

"Say you want to get me pregnant," she whispered harshly, panting now as she kept riding him. "Say it!"

"I want to get you pregnant, mommy!" he cried and then let out an inarticulate scream as he grasped her hips, pulled her down against himself while thrusting up hard into her, and began cumming inside of her.

"Oh yes! OH YES TRENT! CUM IN MOMMY'S VAGINA! GET ME PREGNANT!" she screamed as he came inside of her. He thought she was orgasming but he couldn't tell.

He was blowing off harder than he had in a long, long time. His dick was kicking like crazy and it was so intense it actually somewhat hurt as he came inside of her. He drained his nuts into her, filling her up with everything he had and then dry-busting for a good long minute after that.

Finally, he released her hips and flopped back onto the bed, gasping for breath.

She sat atop him, her hair a mess, looking disheveled and deeply satisfied with herself.

Bea was the first to speak. "Oh. My. God."

They both looked over at her. Candy laughed softly. "Enjoy the show, dear?"

"Um. Yes. Holy fucking shit, Candy. Jesus Christ. I cannot-I came really hard from that."

"Candy, you are an absolute freak, do you know that?" Trent muttered.

"Yes, I do dear," she murmured, patting his chest and getting off him.

"I think I came, like, a month's worth of cum. Oh my fucking God. Candy. You are a filthy slut whore. Fuck's sake."

She laughed again, holding a hand over her vagina. "I know."

She left the room, heading for the bathroom. Bea locked eyes with him. "Trent."

"Yeah?"

"That was...oh man. I knew it'd be hot. Like really hot. But that was on another level. That was...man that was filthy. I mean just...should we try some family roleplay?"

"Do you want to?" he asked.

"Um yes. I've always kinda been into incest and I mean I've thought about, like, incest impregnation. I mean anyone who's read history has thought about it. But it's so...it's so dirty. I was always kind of on the fence about dirty talk being more potent if it's specifically fucked up, but...yes. It is. It's more potent." She grinned suddenly and spread her legs a little wider. "Do you want to get little sister pregnant, big brother?" she murmured demurely. Before he could even respond she sat up, her eyes widening a little. "Holy shit dude, I actually saw your cock twitch and get a little harder. You do want to get little sister pregnant, don't you?"

"Yes," he replied. He snapped his fingers at her. "Get over her, you bratty little bitch."

She frowned deeply and crossed her arms. "No, not if you're going to be mean."

"Get over here, Bea. Or I'll spank you."

"You wouldn't dare," she hissed.

"Dad doesn't do it anymore but I will. You have to listen to me, Bea, I'm you're big brother."

"Bullshit. I'm smarter than you," she replied.

He shot up off the bed. "All right, that's it." She cried out as he grasped her wrist and yanked her forward, then pushed her onto the bed.

"Trent!"

"Shut the fuck up, Bea," he replied, holding her down and then swatting her ass hard.

She yelled. "Trent!"

"Oh my, you two are getting naughty, aren't you?" They both looked over, seeing Candy standing in the doorway, smiling at them. "Don't let mommy interrupt," she murmured, taking Bea's place in the chair and watching them.

"Good. Now, you, bad little sister," he muttered and spanked her again.

"Ah! Make him stop!" she cried.

"No, you were bad today, Bea," Candy murmured. "And your father isn't the man he used to be. Clearly your brother is."

God she could just slide so smoothly into roleplay! He was still marveling at that, at how real and natural it sounded.

"You're just saying that-oh!-because you like his big dick!" Bea cried.

"I do like his big dick. Especially now that it's probably gotten me pregnant," she murmured.

"And now it's about to get little sister pregnant," Trent said, holding her down still and resting against her, his cock, fully erect again, now against her pussy.

"I changed my mind!" Bea snapped.

"I don't care. You were always such a fucking daddy's girl, Bea, but now you're mine. Now I'm the man of the house," he said, and the moment she tried to say something he shoved his dick into her. She cried out, long and loud, as he began pounding her.

"Oh my fucking-oh fuck!" she cried and seemed surprised as she began to orgasm.

Trent groaned, feeling her pussy clenching wildly around his cock as he kept stroking into her.

"I'm gonna get you pregnant, you little whore," he whispered harshly in her ear and she let out a sound that was half moan, half gag, shuddering hard. "Is that what you want? You want big brother to knock you the fuck up?"

"Y-yes," she groaned.

"What? I didn't hear you, Bea."

"Yes! I want big brother to get me pregnant like a slut!" she moaned.

She screamed louder as he began pounding her harder. He wasn't sure how long he lasted but it wasn't all that much longer. He did know that it was enough for her to get another orgasm in when they ended up switching to full-on doggystyle. He grasped her hips and pounded her fucking brains out and then started cumming inside of her.

"Oh yes! Get me pregnant! Breed me!" she screamed as he came inside of her.

He lost himself inside of her. He again didn't know how long he was behind her, grasping her hips, emptying his cock into her and filling her up, but it felt like a long time. When he was done, he actually physically collapsed onto his side.

"Oh my God, are you okay?" Bea panted.

"Fine," he managed, then coughed a few times. "Holy shit."

"Yeah, I know how you feel," she groaned and fell onto her own side. "Fuck."

"Bea, I hope I can say this without weirding you out, but I think you are actually the most physically attractive woman in Possum Springs right now," Candy said.

Bea raised her head and stared at her for a moment. "Really? Like actually seriously?"

"Yes. Your beauty was already obvious, but actually seeing you naked and having sex...I genuinely can't think of anyone more attractive than you that lives in town."

"...am I hotter than Molly? Uh, the out of town Molly," she said. "Also I guess your sister-in-law? She's pretty hot."

"Yep," Trent muttered.

"Yes to Molly my sister-in-law, and you're about neck and neck with Molly from out of town."

"Are you being serious right now? Because she is like a fucking supermodel. Like she is insanely hot."

"She is. And so are you. Again, I'm not coming onto you because I know you don't want that, I'm more saying it as...appreciation. And to let you know. I imagine Trent and Mae and Ann have all told you something along these lines, but you really are truly attractive. Honestly, from what I understand, the only thing that's kept most men from hitting on you is how frightening you are."

"Am I really that scary?" she asked, then paused, then smiled. "I should lean into that."

"Well...it doesn't quite work that way," Candy replied.

"What do you mean?"

"Think of it less like one to ten and more like...Goldilocks. The scarier and more intimidating you get, the more men will be into you. Or, at least, certain kinds of men. But the higher you go, the more men come after you. And then there's this sort of dead zone where, once you get to it, you've become scary enough that you really do scare off a lot of guys. But then, if you go past that, you actually become more attractive and then more men try harder to get with you," Candy explained.

"Huh. So I have to be just scary enough…" Bea murmured.

"Yes, but the truth is, I don't think you can control it as much as you think. Part of what made you scary was how...well, unhappy you were. You were very much throwing up an 'I'm in no shape for dating' vibe without even realizing it and that, combined with being scary, means most guys left you alone."

"But...I'm still in no shape to date. Because I'm dating Trent."

"Yes, but that just proves that you are in shape to date, because you're proving that because you're presently dating a man. And they think 'well if she's ready to date that guy, then she can date me if I can break them up or get her to cheat'," Candy replied.

"Ugh. I fucking hate this bullshit," she groaned.

"It can be fun," Candy murmured.

Bea raised her eyebrows. "...for real?"

"Oh come on, it isn't nice to have those douchebags who turned their nose up at you in high school suddenly sniffing around, begging for a treat? Although I suppose you didn't have that problem."

"Huh...I guess I can see your point." She stared at Candy for a moment, then laughed softly and shook her head.

"What?" Candy replied, looking amused.

"Just...people always say 'you never really know', like about who people are behind closed doors? And like...I knew it was true, but I've never seen such a dramatic transformation. Like, Candy. I had no idea you were probably the biggest fucking freak in this zipcode."

Candy laughed loudly. "I've never heard it put like that...but yeah, I get it. Almost no one knows. I wasn't always like this, but...yes, it's been awhile. I started finding my freak flag when I was about your age, maybe a little older. It's good, though."

"Did you suspect about any of us?" Bea asked.

"I figured Mae would get into a nontraditional relationship. I mean, I knew she was bi for awhile, just based off some of the things she said that she thought I didn't pick up on. I'm a little surprised by Ann, but not that surprised. And you? I figured that you were going to be quite a freak, you just didn't realize it."

"That...is fucking spot on. Like to a fucking T. I didn't really know. I had hints, but I didn't know until I met Trent."

"How long after you met Trent did you fuck him?" Candy asked.

"Oh, uh...pretty soon," she murmured.

"She went from 'hello my name is Bea' to 'taking dick in a shower' in less than twenty four hours," Trent said.

"Trent!" she cried, whipping around and staring at him, blushing badly.

Candy laughed again, even louder. "Oh dear! That's wonderful. That's hilarious. It's okay, Bea, I'm not going to judge you. I mean, I get it. The only reason I didn't jump Trent sooner is because my relationship was closed for most of our time together and because he was dating my daughter."

Bea sighed heavily. "Well...I appreciate it. But yes, Trent really, really opened up my world, sexually. But what's crazy is, like, how good he is at knowing what I wanted? Even before I knew?"

"Oh, he's a sexomancer. Yeah, I see it," Candy said.

Now Bea laughed. "A what?"

Candy chuckled. "Sexomancer. I read it in some filthy smut novel in the nineties. It stuck. But yeah, Trent just knows. What'd he pull out of you?"

"Well...that I like being, um...dominated."

"That's nothing to be ashamed of, Bea. I love it, too. I'm very much looking forward to the day when Trent agrees to hold me down and scream at me and spit in my mouth and just fucking fuck the shit out of me and make me take his cock."

"Jesus Christ, Candy," he muttered, chuckling.

"I know what I want," Candy replied with a shrug that made her massive tits rock back and forth.

"I want something," Bea murmured.

"What's that?" Candy asked.

"Could I get a video of you two fucking?" she asked. Candy raised an eyebrow. "I mean, like, something close up maybe? Maybe you could be on your back with your legs spread and Trent could be standing up and pounding you and I'd put the phone up close...you don't have to if you don't want to. I just...really wanna have a video to watch sometimes."

Candy considered it for a moment, then smirked and stood up. "All right," she said. "I'm game if he is."

"Yeah, I think I'm good to go," he said.

"Jesus, already?" Bea muttered as he got up.

"Apparently," he said.

"Okay, just make sure you bust inside of her and then pull out so I can get it leaking out," Bea said.

"You are a filthy freak," Trent murmured as Bea hopped up to grab her phone.

"I don't remember you complaining before," she said.

Trent stepped up to Candy as she sat down on the edge of the bed, laid back, and spread her legs. She smirked up at him.

"I'm not complaining now," he replied.