Annie had watched her daughter walk out of the room, and then she turned to smile at the man who was still, technically, her husband.
“So, how’s fatherhood finding you, Raymond.” She asked.
“Exhausting. Exhilarating. Miraculous. Mind-blowing.” He said, with a weary smile.
“And how is our little girl doing in the motherhood stakes?”
“She’s a natural. She’s taken to parenting with greater ease than either of us did.”
“Well, that wouldn’t be too hard.”
“I don’t know, I think we were pretty good parents.”
“Duh…I think child protective services might find an incest-shaped hole in your argument.”
“Whatever. She’s going to be a great mom.”
Annie nodded.
In many ways, the most destructive aspect of all that had taken place in the Clemence household, since mother and father decided to sleep with son and daughter, was the damage done to the relationship between Annie and Kim. They had never been as close as most mothers and daughters, but they had loved each other. They still did. But things were a bit strained between them.
On some level, Annie wondered if she was perhaps a little indignant that she had stolen her husband away from her. Sure, she had Greg now, and she was happier with him than she had ever been with Ray, but still it stung a little. Deep down. Her husband had traded her in for a new model, in the most taboo and brutal way possible.
Not that it stopped mother and daughter sleeping together. The two women had eaten each other out on plenty of occasions, usually during those family orgies that took place every couple of weeks. Both of them understood the appeal of their carnal activities for the men in their lives. Boys were so predictable and easily entertained. But they had slept together a handful of times when the guys had been absent, although that was a fact they had kept to themselves.
The first time it had happened was one evening when Ray and Greg got plum tickets to watch a baseball game. Annie and Kim had been invited, but neither of them were very interested in sports. The two men had said their goodbyes and driven off together. Once they were gone, the two women looked at each other, a strangely tense and erotic atmosphere apparent to them both.
“So, what do you want to do?” Annie had asked her daughter.
Ten minutes later, they were both naked and fisting each other on the floor.
The sex between Greg and Annie or Ray and Kim could be vigorous, intense, even a little violent on occasion; but there was always an underlying sweetness and tenderness to it. With Annie and Kim, that was wholly absent. There was a powerful anger and almost a malice to their lovemaking. Not that there seemed to be much love present.
Kim was submissive, Ray had learned that fact, and she even had a masochistic tendency. She liked to be slapped, choked, spat on. Even pissed on every so often. She liked a bit of pain and she got off on a little light humiliation. Ray was never exactly happy to administer this sort of treatment, but he did it because he knew his daughter enjoyed it.
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