♪ I'm the one who's got it all together ♪

In the weeks that followed, Ovid and Odette made the nights they slept more frequent and always climbed the hiding places, especially preventing Lindinalva from discovering this incestuous delusion. The boy patiently waited for his sister to go to bed, and then sneaked through the shadows to his mother's room. However, secrets do not last forever, even if they are veiled to the maximum; and they did not even suspect the night when Lindinalva, hearing the suffocating groans coming from her mother's room, left her room and went to see the origin of that auditory mischief. Unfortunately for the couple, Ovid had forgotten to close the door of the room completely, leaving a small gap, enough for Lindinalva to see her brother and her mother climbing like lovers. On leaving, the girl was revolted, having the desire to denounce to everyone the relationship between her brother and her mother, putting an end to that show of horrors that so scandalized her; she thought of telling everything to Jucimara, the neighbor, and let her take care of doing the rest of the fuss ..., she also thought of provoking this Jurandir, who could dismiss Odete, leaving her on the street of bitterness ..., however, as time passed, she thought why not take advantage of the situation for her own benefit, uniting the useful with the pleasant. A few weeks later, Lindinalva announced that she would retire early, which left Ovid and Odette even more excited. She went to her room, closed the door and pretended to sleep; a little over an hour later, she left her room and headed to the other room. Without warning, she opened the door and turned on the light, surprising Ovid on top of his mother with the scroll buried in her mouth! "Daughter, what is this?" asked Odette, pushing Ovid away and protecting his nakedness as best she could. I'm asking you, mother, what is this? <unk> replied Lindinalva, pretending to be upset <unk> You and my brother climbing like lovers? -Listen, daughter..., I can explain! <unk> tried to answer the mother, not knowing well what to say. - Here's the deal..., I understand you, okay? <unk> said the daughter in a soothing tone <unk> Although I don't agree, I know how the lady must feel without a man in bed ..., but, what about Jurandir? -Mother doesn't fuck that trash! <unk> replied Ovid, anticipating his mother <unk> She plays with him ..., but she fucks me! And little sister ..., just pull out ..., has a roll for two, okay? Immediately, Lindinalva's face displayed her surprise and also indignation at her brother's proposal ..., although, it was exactly what she was aiming for, she preferred to maintain a certain climate of mutual restlessness. She challenged a moralistic and puritanical rosary, posing as the best of the daughters, even saying that her mother was too old for her brother. "Come here in bed with us, that I have show how the mother hits a ball!" replied Ovid, totally losing her temper. That's what you want, isn't it?" said Lindinalva without much conviction. "Then let's see if you can stand two females in the heat!" "What is it, daughter? Are you crazy? You're still a virgin!" he shouted at his mother, impatient. -What a virgin, what a nothing! <unk> retorted the girl with a tone of irony <unk> I've long since lost my gourd, mother... "Explain yourself, girl, who did it?" asked the mother even more tense. "Who? You have no idea, do you?" she answered with more irony in her voice. "It was your husband who made me bald!" Suddenly there was silence. Odette was stunned by the news, unable to believe it. ... Ovid, for his part, did not know whether to laugh at this unusual situation, or to remain neutral, since the story did not concern him. "What an absurdity! Your father! What a lie! When was this, I want to know!" cried the mother, indignant at her daughter's statement. "Do you think it's a lie?" "No, it's not", said the daughter, raising her voice. "He raped you, didn't he?" her mother asked again with a worried tone. I threatened to tell you, and he begged me not to do it, so I proposed to him to flatten me, and that was it! "Your father? With my mother? That's not true!" said the mother in an exasperated tone. Ovid intervened, confirming part of his sister's story. I was suspicious when my grandmother called him by an intimate nickname while sucking my dick. For a moment, Odette was in a state of shock, unable to say or do anything; she could not believe everything she had heard, but on the other hand, the expression on her daughter's face and the words spoken by Ovid confirmed a detestable event ..., she thought about how long her mother and her husband were fucking behind her back, probably laughing at her ..., and everyone judged her when she went to work with Jurandir ..., what a wicked life. -Mom, it doesn't stay like this, does it? - asked Lindinalva, approaching her with a smile. - That's all in the past ..., now, we are here ..., me, you and Ovid ..., and life goes on, no ..., come, let's enjoy while we can ... In the next instant, Lindinalva held Ovid's scroll and massaged it until it became hard again; without wasting time, the girl took off her clothes and began to suckle her brother's scroll, staring at her mother, whose expression betrayed her degree of excitement. And then, Ovid lay down, and Odette snuggled next to him, while on the other was his daughter; they began to lick the boy's scroll, going from the base to the bag, where they sucked the huge balls, with Ovid stroking the hair of both. Without warning, Lindinalva climbed on top of her brother and asked her mother to guide the huge roller towards her mealy vagina; Odette held the mast, but first moistened her fingers with saliva, licking her daughter's crack in order to allow penetration with little pain; Lindinalva descended on the guided mast and began movements up and down, before the distracted eyes of her mother, who saw the huge roller emerge and disappear from inside her daughter's glutinous vagina. Soon Lindinalva experienced the first orgasm, which was followed by others, all heralded with cries and moans of pleasure; Ovid gripped his sister's firm breasts, pinching her nipples. Odette approached her son and sealed his mouth with long, wet kisses filled with lasciviousness; then she offered her breasts to Ovid's thirsty mouth which did not waste the opportunity to suck them with too much voracity. Lindinalva rode on her brother's huge mast, with movements becoming faster and deeper. -Mom..., come here and let your brother suck your dick..., you'll love it..., he sucks like nobody! <unk> suggested Lindinalva, still riding his brother. Odette followed her daughter's suggestion and placed her vagina over her son's face, remaining face to face with her daughter; Ovid devoted himself to sucking and licking his mother's vagina, who soon experienced orgasms in an exceptionally delicious way to feel. Lindinalva, in turn, began to caress, timidly, her mother's nipples, praising her mother's breasts. "Fuck, mother! What beautiful breasts, huh? Can I mama them?" asked the daughter, with Odette's immediate consent. The scene was simply one of exciting eloquence, with the trio enjoying a wave of pleasure so powerful that sex seemed to float in the air; Ovid never tired of sucking his mother's vagina, while at the same time controlling himself to the utmost to hold back his enjoyment, allowing his sister to continue riding her roller with immense enthusiasm. The female orgasms followed each other in both females, delivered to be savored by the mouth and also by the beak of a young male. At one point, the situation was reversed, with Odysseus riding his son and Lindinalva handing over her mead bouquet to be savored by her brother. However, Ovid was on the verge of his absolute limit, sensing that his orgasm was approaching inexorably ..., unable to resist further, he warned his partners that he was about to mock. Immediately, both lay down and begged him to discharge his semen into their bodies and faces; with a quick manipulation of the limb, Ovid who was standing on the bed, with Odette's and Lindinalva's faces well below, shouted as he ejaculated vigorously. The load of hot and sticky sperm projected into the air, pouring out on the females who delighted in the sensation of the "fucking bath" provided by their partner. There was not much rejoicing, for the trio, exhausted and without strength, were left only with the defeat of the heavy sleep which caused them to fall asleep at once. The next morning, after bathing and recovering, the three of them went to the kitchen to have breakfast; as it was the day of the feast, both Odette and Lindinalva hurried to their affairs, as Ovid also made his runs, since he had lessons to fulfill. Before leaving, they agreed to talk the next night. As usual, and because he always trusted that a blowjob would ensure his silence, Ovid confided everything that had happened to his friend Gabizinho, who, in turn, was euphoric at his friend's success. "That guy, huh? He ended up getting both of them! What a thing!" he said in a tone of unbridled joy. Ovid enjoyed his friend's celebration, but demanded that he keep it a secret. "Oh, yeah, what's in it for me?" the boy asked in a serious tone. -You win that! <unk> replied Ovid, displaying the erect scroll <unk> But, pay attention: you will only win if you keep your mouth shut ..., do you understand? Of course! <unk> replied Gabizinho with a naughty smile <unk> But I'll want to breastfeed at least twice a week ..., okay? Ovid stared at his friend with an enigmatic look and held a certain suspense, until he agreed to the proposal. "So, yes! And the first one will be today!" said the boy, kneeling in front of his friend, holding the hard roll and pounding it with enormous voracity, sucking until his friend poured his load of cock into his mouth. Ovid was relieved to ensure the silence of Gabizinho.