“Now Nilla,” Mother said. Gunilla let out a little squeal and brought her mouth to my cock. She ran her tongue all over it when it came out of Mother’s mouth. Their mouths met again and again. They alternated having it. Then she took it into her and began to really suck me. I felt the head of it pushing into her throat, her forcing it down her throat!
Mother was stroking and caressing Louise, kissing her softly on her face and murmuring love words to her. My fingers played more and more with her cunt as excitement rose in me. I put a finger to my lips, moistened it, and slipped it into her hole as far as I could-a bit more than the tip-and worked it in her back and forth. She loved it. My other hand reached to Mother’s tits and fondled the hard nipples. Everywhere the joy rose, higher and higher. I closed my eyes and pictured the scene-felt each one of them beside me. But it was a fairy tale-a dream. It couldn’t be true: my mother and my two sisters naked in bed with me. All of us loving each other. Impossible. But I opened my eyes and saw them.
Gunilla was sucking out my soul through that cock. Sucking and sucking me. My lips parted, I moaned. Mother was talking to Louise:
“You feel the boy of love, darling? You see it in Lars? He is just about to come to his ecstasy-his union with God. Love climbs and climbs in him. It is ready to come out, but he needs you to bring his love out.”
“H-how, Mother?” The child whispered.
“Just place your mouth to his love wand and take the end into you. Suck once or twice as you do on a lollypop. That is our love lollypop, dearest. Suck on it-kiss it as Nilla is, and his love will all come out to you. Take it all into your mouth and you will have his love forever. Swallow it, my precious, swallow Lars’s love forever…”
Her hand tugged at Nilla, who moved reluctantly away lying with her head between Mother’s legs and licking at her wet cunt. Louise knelt beside me, and put her mouth to my cock.
“In the name of Jesus our Savior, Oh Love, come to me,” she whispered and took me into her lips. I looked down and saw that infant mouth stretched to hold me, and her eyes looking adoringly at me. I couldn’t hold it. I came spurting into her little throat in a hot cascade of ecstasy. I moaned and moaned while Mother caressed my chest and my stomach.
When I had regained my senses we were all lying curled on the bed hugging each other. The sun was bright outside through the windows. I was in paradise. A paradise of woman. The only paradise. In a while Father would come with more money than I knew of in the world. Everything was mine-everything any boy ever dreamed of. Everywhere I felt them against me. Their flesh, the sacred and holy flesh of woman. Louise in my arms her head buried in my shoulder. Nilla curled against my back. And Mother on the other side of Louise, her arms over us both. The flesh, the dream, the nakedness and the love. Inside J bowed my head to whatever God might be, in reverence for this gift, knowing that it was but the beginning.