Over the past year, I've noticed my mother looking at me differently. Every day it was the same thing, her soft green stare watching over me as I came out of the shower. Her supple form, stalking outside my room anytime I had another woman in the house.
To tell the truth...
I loved her new obsession with me.
She was beautiful and curvy and plump, her body a perfect hourglass figure. Her deep green eyes complimented her flowing dark hair. She strutted around the house, well-practiced from her days as a model, hips swaying in her favourite gown, as the purple fabric just barely covered her plump ass.
It was great, but it needed to be confronted.
I sat down in my room and prepared the first step of my plan. I left my door open, hoping that she'd peak through when she thought I was distracted. The big difference between this time and the others, was I wanted her to watch me. I had porn on my monitor, big and bright for her to see. I had hoped it'd confirm her feelings. I hoped the image of her son masturbating would awaken something inside her.
I leaned back in my seat, turned on my external webcam, and pointed it at the door. I had it running a live feed straight to my phone, which sat masked by my body. I took a deep breath and found the loudest, roughest porn I could find. I decided on a video of a young son, fucking his busty mother.
It was fake of course, but it suited the moment.
A few minutes passed, before I got comfortable. A few minutes more, and I decided to turn the volume higher. A few minutes more and that's when she arrived, peering through the crack in my door, her eyes clear as day in the image on my phone.
I slowly pulled out my cock, and shifted my hips to make sure she could see it. I stroked it slowly, my focus stuck on the phone instead of the video. I relished the idea that the woman who raised me was perverted enough to watch.
My confidence swelled and increased the volume.
"You're gonna take care of mommy?" The woman in the video was a smoking hot slut. "You gonna fuck mommy baby? Take me away from your mean father." She rode her son with hard bounces of her hips, her moaning was so loud I imagined the neighbours could hear it too.
I looked back at my phone, and it seemed my mother's confidence had grown too. The door sat open wider, as she knelt within its frame. She threw her hand in wild circles, rubbing one out between her legs, joining me in my masturbation as her mouth hung open with lust.
I couldn't believe how brazen she was. I imagined the risk made it better.
My arrogance in the moment led me to my next decision. I screenshotted her image, saved it, then sent it to her. I followed it up with a text. "You can suck it if you want..." It wasn't until I looked down at my phone that I realised who I sent it to.
"Fuck." My voice was disguised by the load moans. My heart thumped deep in my chest. My heartbeat doubled in an instant.
I sent the image and text to the family group chat. It consisted of me, my mother, and my two sisters, Carly and Rachel.
"Fuck." I mumbled again, resting my head in my hands, as a deep pit formed in my stomach. I turned back to the phone once more. My eyes widened at what I saw. I whipped my head to see it with my own eyes.
There my mother stood topless; her eyes fixed on me as her panties sat draped around her ankles. She looked at me with a hunger in her eyes that was undeniable. She stood there frozen, almost as if she was waiting for my command. "Did you mean it?" Her voice mixed with the moans of the woman on the screen. My cock twitched, as the two worlds melted in my mind.
I leaned over to my desk and muted my computer.
"Did you mean it?" Her face carried the glare of a woman obsessed.
I didn't know what to say.
I nodded.
She dropped to her knees and before I could react, she planted her head between my legs.
I didn't say a word as she did it. I just sat there confused at the confidence she displayed, watching as my mother took my balls into her mouth, watching as she moved up to my cock and worked it with the same attention, lathering and coating it in her saliva, before taking it into her lips.
Her years of experience were apparent almost immediately. She suckled my tip, taking it into her warm mouth, as she massaged her lubricant into my skin. She jerked it, and tugged, and stretch her hands over my cock. She wrestled her tongue against my tip, licking up whatever pre-cum dripped from its slit as she closed her eyes and embraced it.
In that moment I drowned in her sensations. The heat of her mouth, the softness of her palm, her delicate fingers tickling my balls.
It was all too much.
It was all perfect.
I rested my hands on the back of her head and leaned my hips into her rhythm. I guided her pleasure as she took me, and within a few minutes, I felt it swell uncontrollably within my groin. My cock throbbed and she released me from her lips. She continued to jerk me through it, coaxing sperm from my balls, until my cock exploded in deep white ropes against her face.
"Paint me honey. Give it to me."
I groaned out as each one stretched from her chin to her cheek, to her hair. Each one soaked her in my forbidden love, as it stretched out from me with a violent force.
I fell back into my seat, my mind a mess of endless possibilities.
She stood up and scooped my seed into her mouth. "Dinner will be ready in an hour." She licked her lips. "Carly said she's going to be late again." She reached down and pulled up her panties. "Rachel's spending the night at her boyfriend's."
She walked out of the room and left me there, sprawled out on my seat, mouth gaped like a fool.
TWO
The dinner went as normal as I could hope. Carly arrived late but made no mention of the message that was sent. I wondered if she'd seen it. I wasn't dumb enough to bring it up. My sisters had always taken a while to respond to family messages. My hope was mine had been the same.
When dinner was finished, I offered mom my help with the dishes. Carly looked at me surprised, but shrugged it off, clearly happy that someone handled her chores for the day.
"Sure thing." Mom said.
I followed her into the kitchen, as Carly went upstairs to her room. Mom had changed from her gown to a set of bright yellow shorts, the fabric barely able to fit around her tight round ass. She was teasing me. I couldn't deny that it was working.
"You do dishes, and I'll load them." She said over her shoulder.
I didn't catch a word, my mind too focused on her ass. "What?"
"Manners, sweetie."
"Pardon?"
She closed the kitchen door behind me, then stepped deeper inside. "You do dishes." She placed the plates on the counter, then walked over to the drying rack. "And I load them."
"Are- are we going to pretend nothing happened?" I said, my tone confused.
She furrowed her brow.
"Seriously?" I stepped closer to her.
She stepped back against the counter.
She was toying with me, and it was working. Her vain attempt to hide her smile only made my urges soar. I pressed my hand against her stomach. I worked it beneath her shorts, struggling to find spacae between me and the fabric.
She wore nothing underneath, and I felt her moisture gently drip onto my digits. "You still want to pretend?"
Her lips curled into a devilish grin. "Maybe..." She bit her lip, then cupped her right breast. "Maybe I need a little more to jog my memory."
"Fine." I pulled my hand out and watched as my fingers sat coated in her juices. I wiped it on her shirt, then span her around. I yanked down her shorts, tousling her body from left to right, as I yanked it down her thick thighs.
I pulled out my cock and trailed it against her warm slit. I felt her wetness greet my tip before I slipped my cock into her warm embrace. I bent her over at the waist, as I fucked her and pumped her, building up my pace until her body began to crumble, curling my thrusts, until her ass slapped deep against my groin. Back and forth I went, grunting and growling, losing myself to the wet sensations of the hole I once came from.
"Thank you! Thank you!"
She braced her hands against the counter and pushed herself back into me. She rolled her pussy around my thrusts, each one louder than the last, each one dirty and reckless as our stretched out from the kitchen and covered the house in our lust.
Each second ran the risk of bringing my sister downstairs. I couldn't risk it. Not when it was getting so good.
I reached my hand up to her shoulders and pulled her back into me. I thrust as though my life depended on it, building to my orgasm as I glided her wet cunt across my girth. I let her stain me with her love, a white sheen that showed me just how much she adored me.
"Fuck." I growled, feeling cock pulse under the weight of my pleasure.
I pulled out and let her collapse onto the counter. She rubbed her cunt and came with me, her legs quivering, her breaths a shallow tune, as I dumped my seed in large spurts against her thick ass.
I had no time to think it over. I reached down, then yanked her shorts back up her legs, leaving her there, faced down on the counter, her body used and exhausted.
"I bet you'll remember that." I chuckled, closing the door behind me.
THREE
I made my way upstairs and found Carly in her room. She laid back on her bed, phone in hand, with the door wide open. She wore a pink silk nightie that wrapped around her pert chest and emphasised her legs. She had a slender form, a stark contrast to mom and Rachel. She was still everything I'd imagined mom to be when she was our age. She was feisty and sometimes mean, but she cared about us deeply, even if she didn't like to show it.
I knocked the door and grabbed her attention.
She looked up from her phone, then smiled. "You okay?" She said, parting the soft curls from here shoulder, before gesturing me inside.
I nodded. "Just came to see what you're up to."
She chuckled. "That's rare." She made space on the bed for me, then locked her phone and placed it to her side. The scent of cinnamon radiated off her skin. It lured me close until we were shoulder to shoulder on the bed. "Mom been giving you a hard time?"
I smirked. "You could say that."
There was always an air of mysterious with Carly. Something I couldn't quite understand. Her bright emerald stare gave away nothing, but there was something behind them I couldn't quite understand. Something unspoken.
"Gotta be akward when you fuck up like that huh?" She chuckled.
I looked at her confused. "What- What'd you mean?"
"That picture. The one you meant to send to your girlfriend or whatever." In that moment I realised she hadn't made out mom's face in the image.
"Yeah well..." Relief washed over my body. I felt myself relax, and a great weight lift off my shoulders. "You know how it can be?"
Again, there was something behind her eyes. "This families too horny for its own good." She smirked.
"You could say that again."
I left her on her own and went back to my room. I fell asleep almost immediately, letting the exhaustion of the day wrap me into a deep slumber.
I woke back up to a soft tension around my groin. The air was thick with slurps and gasps and moans. A delicate weight rocked against my crotch, taking me in long moves of its soft heat. I knew what it was immediately. I relished it, feigning sleep, as my slutty mother wrapped her tight seal against me, as her wet lips worked in a smooth suction around my girth, as she hummed the soft song of a woman pleasing her man.
She trailed her mouth along the ridge of my spear. She slid her tongue along the underside, then released it from her lips with a pop, then a moan, then deep gasps as she caught her breath. She went back for more, of course she did, she was mine now.
She took it down to her throat, before resting her nose against my pubes. Her throat was harsh and tight, milking my head with a pleasure i'd never felt before. One so dirty and visceral. One so rough and untamed. One that made every detail of her mouth apparent against my cock, the intensity of her kiss like rolling vibrations around my length.
I tried my best to brace against the pleasure. I squeezed tight against the bedspread, trying to fight it, as an orgasm pushed through me. It built and built, and then exploded in her mouth. It reverberated through my entire core. It painted her in my love. It showed her just how good she was, letting her see her son's gratitude for the pleasure she could bring.
She took it all with the confidence of a woman trained. She let it fill her mouth, as she hummed and gagged and winced, as she held my pulsating shaft, wrangling the spasming beast, before swallowing it all until my balls sat emptied.
She sighed her relief, then cleaned me off with a delicate care, She worked her lips against my softening cock, licking up what evidence remained, before she slipped out from under the sheets and left me there in my bed.
I couldn't believe what I'd awakened. A primal beast I got to have all to myself. I lied under the covers until I heard her bedroom door shut.
All I could do was chuckle to myself at the reality I'd created.
FOUR
I relished the possibilities of this new life. I took it in, one detail at a time, as images of my mother ran circles around my mind. I couldn't sleep. How could anyone after that?
I sighed, then crept out of bed. I found my boxers laid out on the floor. I couldn't help but laugh at the sheer boldness of my mother. I picked them up, slinked out of the room, then made my way downstairs.
There I found my mother sitting on the couch, the TV playing at a low volume as an over-sized white tee draped over her body.
She turned to me. "Hey sweetie. Couldn't sleep?"
Confusion warped my mind and froze me still. There was no doubt I heard her go to her room. I was sure of it. She was up there, whoever it was, she was up there.
I rubbed my eyes and sat down next to my mother on the sofa.
She wrapped her arm around me and put her legs up on the table. "Looks like we've got a little free time for ourselves." Her voice was a soft kiss against my cheek.
I turned to her, the image of Carly on my mind. I imagined her soft lips wrapping around my cock as I came deep into her mouth. I imagined her head bobbing against me in my sleep, my younger sister working effortlessly on my cock. I couldn't believe it, and the more I doubted, the harder I got.
"Did you see Carly when you came down here?"
She furrowed her brow. "Oh!" her face lit up. "Rachel came back a few hours ago. She was making a lot of noise, then when I came down, she seemed pretty upset."
My heart sunk and my stomach twisted. I could hear my heartbeat in my ears, loud and boastful, a harsh thump that only drew my anxiety deeper.
"Rachel?" I said. Her name felt foreign on my tongue.
"If you can, you should talk to her..." She rested her head against my shoulder. "You know how she can be? Always has her guard up."
I didn't respond. I was too steeped in my confusion. Rachel? Carly? Mom? The idea that I could have them felt real and vivid and all-encompassing. I needed to clear my mind.
"Honey- you okay?
I pressed my fingers against my mother's chin, then lifted her face to my embrace. I locked in on the one constant I could rely on, my affection for the woman who raised me, something so bright and strong and true, a love that cleared my mind in an instant and had my cock firm for her attention.
"Mom." I whispered against her lips. "What is this, really?" I pressed my hand against her tee and groped her chest.
Her body went rigid, then relaxed again. She gasped out her lust. "It can be whatever you want it to be." Her eyes sparkled. "I want you to own me. I want you to be the man of the house. A man to put me in my place."
My cock throbbed. My face twisted to a devilish grin, as I tightened my grasp against her supple chest. "Ask for it." I molded her soft flesh in my palm. "Beg."
She fell to her knees, then shuffled between my legs. She sat back on her heels and watched me, her expression a sign of deep admiration.
"Please sweetie." She ran her hands up her form and groped herself as she spoke. "I want to be a slut for my special boy." She ran her other hand beneath her panties. "I want to be your slut."
She pulled her finger from her cunt, then showed me her soaked digits. A light string of her wetness joined them together. She placed it to her lips and tasted herself, sucking it like a cock, as she worked it between her soft mouth and wormed her tongue around her digits.
I pulled out my cock and held it firm for my mother. I wagged it like a treat, watching her lust filled glare follow its length.
She reached out her wet hand and held it. She used the other to grab my boxers, pulling them down my leg as she took my cock into her greedy mouth. She sucked it as though she loved it. She swirled her tongue against the tip, gagging and choking as she did, applying a gentle suction that contrasted the rough tugging off her palm.
I pushed her head down and thrust into my new slut. I worked out the warranty, looking to see just how far I could go before I broke her. Ten seconds? Twenty? Thirty? I fucked my mother's face with a wild aggression, relishing the dirty sounds of her praise as her face turned a deep red on my cock.
She tapped my thigh, and I released. She fell back onto her heels, panting and gasping for air, her tee covered in drool, as saliva dripped from her sweet mouth.
I gestured her to her feet, and she followed me without question.
We were in sync now, two minds focused on pleasure, a master and his servant, both playing their roles.
She pulled down her panties and showed me her cunt. It sat wet and puffy and pink, her pussy still sore from the way I used her earlier.
I patted my lap, and she stepped forward. She mounted me with a sigh, then a gasp, then a whimper, taking me inch by inch as her walls coiled around my girth with one smooth motion. She braced her hands behind my head. She rode me like a slut, panting deeply as the air rocked from her lungs, taking me in violent swings of her waist, as her hips trailed up and down, letting gravity do half the work while she fucked me deep into the couch.
"You have no idea what you do to me." She gasped. "It's just- You're just so good."
The reality was I did know. It sat deep on my shaft as her slick cunt varnished me with her praise.
"I'm yours." Her body melted against me. "I'm yours."
She clamped her eyes shut, then let her orgasm take her. It mangled her and contorted her form. It arched her back forward, sent tremors up my loving mother, shook her in pure ecstasy, before breaking her down to a writhing mess.
A wretched howl escaped her throat. "Ooohh fuuucckk!" She moaned out in a shaky cry, then flicked her hips up off my cock and squirted on my girth.
There was so much untapped potential in my mother. So much I could mold to my liking.
I wrapped my arms around her trembling form and placed her on her back. I entered her with a smooth thrust, her pussy now accustomed as it greeted my girth with ease.
I braced myself on top of her. I pumped my hips without hesitation, building to a reckless pace as my cock slid back and forth inside her, my working tirelessly as I growled in sync with her moans. There was nothing in the world that could stop me now. Nothing that could get in the way of a lust so pure and forbidden.
We held each other in a deep embrace, our bodies lined with sweat, our hips mashing in a desperate frenzy as each one sent me root deep into her pussy. My mind reeled with my surging pleasure and I rolled her on top of me again, pumping my cock up into my mother, as a tight knot filled my groin, causing me to groan out my pleasure.
Baby- wait- wait."
I didn't care anymore. I was ready to explode, ready to fill her, ready to take my mother as mine permanently with my seed.
"You- you can't- we shouldn't-" She tried desperately to speak against my force.
Her words were no use.
She'd given herself to me.
There was no turning back.
I squeezed her as my balls tightened and my cock erupted in her cunt. I filled her womb with my warm seed, flooding her with thick ropes, painting her in a deep white lining that dripped around my shaft and drowned it in my mess.
"You- I can't believe you-" She collapsed onto my chest, her cunt soaking in my seed. She lifted her head, then pulled my face to hers. She kissed me, deep and passionate, sealing our bond with the dance of our tongues, and the mashing of our tastebuds.
"I love you so much." She whimpered.
I wanted to say it back, but something else slipped from my lips. "Good." I played the role of her master, making it clear where I stood. "Then don't ever question what I do with your body again."
Her eyes sparkled and she nodded apologetically.
I smiled, then kissed her again, this time a slow peck on the lips. "You're mine now." I rested her head on my chest and cradled her sweaty body against me.
"What the fuck!" Carly stood there, eyes wide, mouth gaped, a deep fear lingering in her stare as she watched her brother and mother naked on the couch.
"Shit."
TO BE CONTINUED...
Carly stood silent as my cock sat deep in our mother. Her face was a mixture of fear and anger and disgust. Her stance was that of a woman defensive and ready to attack.
"Get away from her. Now!" She yelled, the rage building in her hazel stare. "This isn't fucking funny Quinn!"
There was a strange sense of acceptance within me. I didn't feel scared of Carly or what she'd do. I didn't care that she knew, that my younger sister was now staring at her brother and mother, that she saw our forbidden relationship in it's most vulnerable and dirty.
Instead, I felt frustration at the idea that she would spoil our moment.
That she would dare question me what was best for our mother...
I could still feel our mom's cunt contracting around my girth. The wet evidence of our lust was clear in a slimy white mess that dripped onto my balls. I took in the sensation of her body, relishing the soft touch of her breasts against my chest, the heat that radiated from her skin, the warmth of her breath as her nerves turned her pants shallow and torrid.
"Stand up." I commanded Mom, paying no attention to Carly as she stood their confused. There was a tension inside her, one I had to calm, one I had to take care of as her new man.
Mom looked at me with surprise on her face.
"What did I say?" I reminded her of the promise she'd made.
Never question what I do with your body.
She nodded, then lifted her curvy form off of me, slowly withdrawing my softening length from her wet sex, as a white sheen of our lust clung to her puffy slit. She made no attempt to look at Carly, the daughter who was her clear favourite, the apple of her eye, now replaced by her demanding son.
"I'm yours." She looked at me with pure glee in her eyes. It didn't matter who watched. I'd set her free, and that was all she cared about.
I gestured her to her knees.
Carly stepped forward, still too scared to get close to the spectacle before her. "I'm fucking serious Quinn! Stop!"
I wrapped my hands in our mother's hair. I cupped the back of her head, lowering her to the mess she'd made on my shaft, letting her taste it as her plump lips pressed against my girth.
"Quinn! Please, listen to me!"
I pushed my cock between her lips and relished the texture of her mouth. Carly would understand soon enough. This was the pleasure of a woman, a woman set free from her inhibitions, a woman given permission to follow her base desires, ready to serve her son in any way he pleased.
I guided my mother's rhythm against me and let her work my cock stiff. I held her head still, as I fucked her face, thrusting my hips back and forth, showing my uptight sister the joy I brought our mother with each thrust.
I didn't hold back and let my desires take me. I groaned out, pulled her head back, then displayed my satisfaction in warm spurts across our mother's face, painting her, coaxing her in a thankful mess, until covered her smile completely.
"Go on." I gestured Mom up to her room. "We'll continue later."
Mom nodded, then stood up, then strolled pass my sister without a word. My semen clung between her legs with every step, the danger of her impregnation only building my arousal.
The man of the house
Those words rang in my mind.
The man of the house
My sister looked at me with a tear in her eye. "Quinn- What did you do?"
After the heat of the moment died down, I finally came to my senses. My heart ached at the sight of my Carly. "I didn't do anything..." But I remained stoic. "She wanted it. And that's that." The fact she hadn't left brought more to the situation than I'd expected. "Was it you this morning?"
She furrowed her brow, confirming my suspicion that Rachel was my nighttime lover. "What your doing is disgusting Quinn. I can't believe you'd-"
"Then why haven't you left?"
My question sent her into a spiral. I could see it on her face, wide and confused, her eyes daring not to look at my cock, struggling not to see it covered in our mother's juices, steeped in a sheen that she could share if she pleased.
She bit her lip, then shook her head, then stepped back against the door. "Fuck you, Quinn." She said, clearly fighting her urges. "Fuck you."
TWO
I spent the rest of the morning cleaning up before I took a nap in my room. I didn't want there to be evidence for Rachel. There was a reason she'd come to my room last night, but to figure out why meant leaving her with no reason to keep her guard up.
Since mom told me she was upset, I'd assumed it had to do with her boyfriend. Maybe she was drunk and mistook me for him? Maybe she did it out of anger, using me to get back at him, a onetime pleasure that I had no hopes of getting back.
Either way, it happened. The only way to clear it from my mind was figuring out why.
By the time I was awake, the sun had begun to set. I got up, a groggy haze around my eyes, the exhaustion still lingering from a day's worth of sex between me and Mom.
I made my way to Rachel's door believing it'd be better than stewing in my anxiety. I knocked lightly. I didn't want Carly to hear and think I'd worked something out with Rachel too. Mom was one thing. But her big brother and sister doing it, would break her heart.
There was no answer.
I knocked again.
Still silence...
I pressed my ear against her door, then listened to the other side. I heard a faint moan, more a soft whimper, as the sound of wild vibrations mixed with its tune. In an instant I knew what it was, but made no move to interrupt. I stood there, questioning myself, trying my best to not make it about me, desperately wanting to find some way to pull back from the urges that surged deep in my groin.
"Fuck..."
I realised I'd taken the place of my mother, anxiously waiting as my family member masturbated in their room. I took a deep sigh, then did what she would do. I opened the door to reveal my prize. Rachel lay sprawled out on the bed, her figure plump and curvy, as one hand caressed her chest, as another worked her vibrator between her thick thighs, as her eyes sat closed, escaping into bliss with her pink headphones.
I closed the door behind me, and took in her image. Her soft, brown curls sat draped against her face, as her legs squirmed and her toes curled into the sheets. I so desperately wanted to get payback for what she'd done to me. I wanted to plant myself against her glistening sex. I wanted to taste her as she'd done me.
She was more like me, than Carly or Mom. She was too shy to ever say much, but when she did it was always over the top and filled with passion.
"That's it!" She moaned. "I love you; you know how much I've always loved you." Her back arched off the sheets. Her toes pointed straight. "We're family. We take care of each other. Take care of me! Please!" Her freehand gripped the bed, as lust poured from her sodden lips. "Fuck me." She rocked her hips against the vibrator. "Fuck me."
Her eyes squeezed tight, and her mouth gaped open. She came with a gasp, then a moan, then a whimper, her entire body turning rigid, before collapsing flat onto the bed.
"Fuck..." She gasped out to herself.
She turned off her vibrator and threw it to the side. She snuggled under her covers, eyes still closed, as a deep satisfaction warped her face into a smile. She stretched, then opened them, then froze when she saw me.
"Looks like the tables have turned big sis." I smirked, then sat on the bed. I pointed to her headphones, and she pulled them off slowly. "I know what you did."
Her face gave nothing away. She looked at me like a deer in headlights, shocked and vacant.
I slowly pulled the blanket from around her form, and exposed her slutty body her body. "I want you to know that I'm okay with it."
She squinted. "I- I'm not- I didn't-" She turned to the clock on her bedside counter. "Am- am I dreaming?"
I pinched her leg, and she pulled herself away. She placed her hand over her mouth. "I'm so sorry, it wasn't- I didn't think you'd-"
"I said, I'm okay with it."
She looked down at my cock, as it sat firm beneath my shorts. "No. No you're not, we're family. It was a stupid mistake- that's all."
I ran my palm against the smoothness of her leg, then moved to her inner thigh. "I'm okay with it..."
She did nothing to move me away...
"How did you know?"
"I was awake."
Her eyes went wide with shock. "And you let me?"
I reached my hand deeper until I felt my digits sit against her heat. I watched her body stiffen, too scared to stay, too horny to run away. "I'd always let you." I pushed two fingers into her cunt, her warm hug griping me as I met the moisture of her previous orgasm. I rocked my hand inside her gently, fingering my big sister, relishing her moans as they matched with my pace, and her breaths sat heavy in her chest.
"Don't stop..." She moaned, as her eyes watched mine.
I was surprised at how quickly she'd given in. How much these desires must have been sitting within her, ready to be unleashed at a moment's notice, ready to be used how for my pleasure.
I moved my fingers up and cradled against her nerves. I used her how I did Mom, rough and abrasive and daring, letting her know how good my control could be, that she made the right choice, that nothing could get in the way of our pleasure.
She leaned into me and wrapped her arms around my shoulder. She embraced my love, resting her head into me as her body rocked effortlessly against my force.
"I can't believe you're-" Her body curled forward, and she reached in to kiss me.
I rejected her, still feeling a strange loyalty to Carly, still unwilling to isolate her, as I worked our big sister's cunt to a powerful release.
"Yeeessss." Her body turned to butter as I molded her. "Don't! Stop!" She writhed, and whimpered, and gasped ecstatically. She ground herself against my fingers, staining them in her pleasure, as her cunt pulsed, and squeezed, and pulsed again, as the weight of her chest sat deep against my arm, and her body turned to a quivering pool.
"Holy shi-" Her body lurched forward. Her orgasm ended with a satisfied sigh, followed by deep breaths against my shoulder. "Why?" She panted, her tone curious.
I chuckled. "Now we're even."
THREE
Mom wore the trench coat I'd picked out for her, as we walked up to the concessions stand. "Got any ideas?"
I'd decided to get some space between me and my sisters. I needed some time to enjoy Mom without the worry of my relationships changing too quickly. We'd come to the theatre to watch a movie we'd both been excited for. I drove us to the second closest theatre from our home, wanting somewhere private, but risky, somewhere I could show her off, before slinking her away if my urges got the better of me.
I had her dressed in an old trench coat of mine with nothing underneath. I was still growing accustomed to this new power, and I wanted to see just how far I could take it.
"I don't know yet." I said. "Maybe some popcorn?" We made our way up to the stand, hand in hand, as though a couple. "When's the next showing?" I asked the woman behind the counter, a cute blond, with soft, long hair and a fierce blue stare.
I immediately felt Mom push into me, a vain attempt to hold my attention.
"Uh- Well the next one is..." The woman checked the screen in front of her, taking odd glances at my eager mother. "Past lives? Right?"
I nodded.
"Unfortunately, one's already started, and we've got another in an hour."
I pondered it over, then wrapped my arms around my mother's waist. "We'll get tickets for the next one."
"I thought-" Mom pressed her lips to my ear. "I thought we'd be busy doing something else anyway?"
I smirked.
I actuaally did want to see the movie. Mom being here was a bonus, more than it was the actual point. "Don't worry." I glanced to the cashier, then back to her. "We'll find a way to fill the time."
The woman printed our tickets, then handed them to us. I could see in her eyes she knew something was up. A pairing of our ape gap had to mean money, or a fetish, or something else. "Hope you enjoy it."
Mom smirked. "Believe me- We will." She wrapped her arms around me and led me back to the entrance.
"Someone's jealous."
She looked up at me with her big green eyes, a subtle frustration lingering in her gaze. "She was cute," She flashed me a smile. "But you could do so much better than her."
"Like you?"
She winked. "Maybe..." I held the door open, for her and gestured her through. "I just want to make sure you find the right one. Someone's who going to love you, and-"
My phone vibrated.
I pulled it out of my pocket to see a text from Rachel with an image attached.
"Speak of the devil." I placed my thumb over my sister's name, then showed it to my mother. "Seems the right one sent me a little gift." I loved teasing her. The fact that it was her own daughter made it even better.
I turned the phone away, then opened the message.
Rachel stared into the camera, her curvy body sprawled out on her bed, her legs wide as her fingers spread her bright pink pussy for the lens. She posed as though she was in a photoshoot, fierce and beautiful and uncompromising, letting me see everything as she cupped her right breast.
"And that would be?" Mom said.
I smirked, then saved it, then cropped out her face. I showed it to my mother, letting her stew in the jealousy she unknowingly felt for her own daughter, watching as she tried desperately to hide the contempt she held.
"She's..." I was shocked she didn't recognise Rachel's body. She squinted as she read the caption on the image. "Now we're even."
I hadn't noticed that.
She grabbed the phone from my hand, and my heart sunk into my chest. "Woah- What are yo-"
She took my hand and marched me forward. "We're making our own." She stormed through the parking lot, past my car, then past the others, marching me to the back of the theatre, as she unbuttoned her jacket and exposed her breasts.
She pinned me up against the wall, then squatted down before me. "She thinks she can take you away with some lousy pictures?" Her voice was stern and brash and longing. "Nobody-" She formed the outline of my girth with her hand, holding it and squeezing it. "Loves you, like I do."
She was right.
She freed my cock from my jeans and pulled it straight between her lips. She worked her tongue along the underside of my shaft, soaking it in her motherly comfort as she swallowed it deep in one smooth motion.
"Mmmhhmnn..." A delighted sigh escaped her lips and echoed throughout my shaft. She hummed the praise of a woman satisfied, a sweet reverb that jolted me as she stretched her tastebuds against my length, taking me as though it was her duty, wetting it between her lips, until a hard iron that pushed against her throat.
She gagged on it, and slurped, then pulled away with a gasp. "Does she get you worked up like this?" Her jealousy was ripe on her tongue, dribbling across her chin.
I shook my head.
A bright smile formed across her cheeks. "Exactly." She stood up, then greeted me with her thick, round ass, twirling before she pressed herself against me. "That's all mine." She removed her coat, then threw it on the floor. She panted and rolled her hips, staining her ass cheeks as my pre-cum dripped onto deep swell of her erotic form.
"You love your mother, don't you sweetie?" She looked over her shoulder and reached between her legs.
I nodded.
"Good." She took in the details of my face, as her hips pushed slowly against me. She watched me with satisfaction in her smile, crooked and twisted and greedy, her face like that of a beast finally catching its prey. "You like that don't you?" She whispered.
I nodded again, as my tip sunk deeper and deeper between her folds.
She was right.
No woman could compare.
No woman could feel like home the way my mother did.
No woman could please their son the way a mother could.
She was so warm, and soft, and comforting. She was wet and inviting, the feeling of a warm blanket on a winter night. "Nobody does it like me." She balled her fist against my shirt and took me as deep as she could. She bounced into me with soft gasps, stretching herself against my spear, back and forth, back and forth, panting and moaning and gasping her praise, her eyes locked on mine as she built her dance to a reckless rhythm.
"Nobody..."
I grabbed her hips and guided her. I watched her take it in stride, gliding against me as her body rippled, the soft fat of a mature beast, her breasts swinging, her lips quivering, her eyes clamped shut as her mouth spat lust in the parking lot.
"It belongs to you!" She screamed loud enough to be heard. "It's yours, you deserve it!" She didn't care.
I ran my hand along her back, then pulled her body to my chest. I captured the moment on my phone, recording my mother as she let herself loose on her son.
"That's it! Take me!"
I felt a deep pressure build in my groin, a rolling heat that turned into a violent knot. I pushed her body forward, and let her drop onto the floor, before I jerked my cock and sprayed all over my loving mother. I covered her chin, then chest, then stomach. I came as though I hadn't in weeks, my cock jetting out against her, basting her in the knowledge that only she could truly please her baby.
"Yes, honey! Yes!"
The last bit of my seed dribbled out onto my feral slut, splashing onto her chest, as she reached her hand to taste it.
"Thank yo-"
I grabbed her hand. "Uh-Uh-Uh." I chuckled. "Let it sit on you. It'll be your punishment."
She furrowed her brow. "For what?"
I grabbed my coat off the floor and draped it over her shoulders. "For being so greedy."
She spent the rest of the date like that, my coat wrapped tight around her, her torso drenched in my seed.
FOUR
The moon hung high in the sky, as the night's air sent a cold chill against us. Mom stood pressed behind me, waiting as I opened our front door. "You go pass, and I'll do the talking." I whispered.
The door opened and she scurried down the hallway, making sure my sisters didn't see her through the living room door.
I walked in to find them both sitting on the couch. Rachel was showing Carly something on her phone, as they both sat there in matching white tees with their hair rested in matching bun.
"Have fun?" Carly said, her tone deadpan, her face contorted to a judgemental scowl.
"Yeah-" I tried to act disinterested. "We had fun." I walked in and leaned over to Rachel. "Hey sis." I kissed her on the cheek, feeling her sink into my hug, before turning over to Carly. The fact she didn't reject me, left me with hope. I kissed her as well, lingering for a touch longer than Rachel's, then sat down between them.
Rachel squirmed against me on the couch. "Quinn... You're freezing."
"Am I?" I chuckled, wrapped my arms around them both, then pulled them closer. "Warm me up then."
Rachel swatted my arm, but Carly remained silent. She slowly sunk herself deeper beneath my grasp, causing Rachel to stop when she noticed. She mimicked our little sister, cosying up to me as we laid there in a deep silence.
"Quinn..." Carly said. "Can I ask you something?"
I glanced over to Rachel, then back to her. I felt my body freeze, wondering what she'd reveal.
She sat up and looked me in the eyes. "Why not me?"
Confusion knocked me still, and for a moment, I sat there with my mouth open like a fool.
"Why Mom?" She continued. "And why Rach? But not me?" There was a softness in her tone. A small hint of rejection that clung to her every word.
I turned to Rachel, still snuggling in my arm as though nothing was happening. "I don't- maybe this isn't the best place to talk about th-"
She knows, Quinn..." Carly interjected. She stood up in front of us both. "She knows."
Rachel sighed. "I thought we were playing it cool." She pulled my arm off her shoulder, then got up off the couch. She moved behind Carly, her frame slightly taller, her hips slightly wider, contrasting the two as they looked down at me.
"I couldn't hold it any longer." Carly curled her fingers around her tee, then removed it. She stood there before me, her soft face contrasted by her slender form, her body wrapped in a soft lace bra, and a golden band that hugged around her waist. "It's just- I need to know. Why not me?"
"Carly. I really don't think this is."
"You don't love me like them?"
Her ambush swirled a mix of emotions inside me. I'd never thought about why I hadn't seen her like the others. Everything told me she'd have rejected the idea immediately.
"You- you were shouting at me earlier about it, how was I supposed to kno-"
"Because you went to Mom instead of me!" She turned to Rachel as she pressed her hands against her stomach. The two shared a look, then a nod. #
"Do you not see me as a woman?"
Rachel curled her fingers around our sister's shorts.
"I'm going to show you; you can't leave me out." She continued as Rachel peeled them off slowly. "Not anymore..."
My cock stirred in my jeans as I watched her disrobe. My heart raced to an agonizing rhythm, each thump roaring in my ears, cautious that Mom would walk back downstairs. "What are you doing?"
Carly stepped out of her shorts and left them on the floor. She revealed her matching lace panties, the pattern of them a floral collage, clear enough to see her wet slit sit bright beneath the pattern.
She was a stark contrast to Mom and Rachel. She was slim where they were thick. She was pert where they were busty. She had the body of a runway model, slender and elegant and sensual, her form dotted with small beauty spots that trailed up her flat stomach, stopping just beneath her breasts.
"I thought we were close." Her eyes were a mix of fear and arousal. "Think of all the things you could do to me, as well."
The weight of the situation left me silent. It was as if the world had disappeared and all that was left was her, my younger sister, sweet and innocent and fickle, offering herself to me for reasons I couldn't comprehend.
She lowered herself onto my lap and straddled me. She curled her hips slowly, relishing the touch of my girth beneath the denim, letting it coax her cunt wet as her lust dripped out onto my jeans. "Anything..." She leaned down and pressed her lips to my cheek. Her voice was a low rasp. "You can do anything you want with me." I'd never heard her so sensual, so seductive, so willing. "You can make me just like them."
Her body relaxed against me and a deep well of regret formed in my stomach. I ran my hand along the small of her back, working my way up to her bra, before unclasping it. I felt her body turn rigid, then relax, then harden again.
"Relax." I spoke in the same tone I commanded our mother. "I don't need you to be like them." I kissed her form, working my lips against her stomach, then chest, then nipple. "I'm not interested in copies."
I ran my hand down her back and smacked her ass. She yelped out against me, her body jumping slightly before coming back down again. "Are you sure you want this?" I slapped her ass again, this time a loud clap against her right cheek.
She nodded profusely, her eyes watering, her face a desperate smile. "I do. I really want you to-"
"Good." Rachel interrupted our sister's plea. She dropped to her knees, then worked her hand between my legs. She pulled my jeans off and pushed my stiff cock in into her mouth, her assault as I good as I remembered, rough and wet and warm, her lips working in a tight seal around my cock.
I shared a loving gaze with Carly as the sound of our sister's praise grew boastful and wicked, as she slurped and gagged and moaned, as her mouth turned to a wet storm, slicking my cock in her essence, before she pulled back with her signature pop.
"That should do." I could hear her smile through her pants. "You ready sis?"
Before Carly could respond, she grabbed my cock and pressed it against our sister's slit. She lifted Carly's hips higher, then parted her panties to the side.
"I'm ready." Carly wrapped her arms around my shoulder, before lowering herself slowly. The first few inches slid in easier than expected. "See." She smiled. "That's because I love yo-"
I gripped her waist and pulled her down on my remaining inches. I watched as her face twisted and her eyes rolled back, as her breaths sharpened and her body froze, as she hissed and gasped around me, trying to act brave against my cock stretching her pussy.
"I- Wow it's- I-" She moved herself slowly, trying to ease her discomfort. "I didn't know it was so big."
Rachel chuckled, then sat down next to me. She grabbed my face and pulled it to hers. "Neither did I." She kissed me, slow and deep, as Carly worked to a smooth motion. My sisters loved me from both ends, drowning in the pleasure only a sibling could bring, both working themselves to a feverish rhythm, as one danced around my tongue, and the other plunged down onto my shaft.
"Uh- I'm-" Carly lost herself in her motions. "It feels really good, Qui-" She threw her hips up and down, slamming her weight in broken thrusts, until my cock sat soaked in her wetness. She placed her hands in her hair and rode me as though she was showing off. She gazed at me and Rachel, proud and reckless, her lips gasping as each drop of her body made her eyes twitch and her hips jerk forward.
"I'm- Oh fuck! I'm-" She clamped her mouth shut, then pushed down on my cock. She leaned into our kiss, her body jerking against her siblings. "I love you guys..." The words escaped with in a delighted cry of pleasure.
She braced her hands against us and rode her orgasm to completion. She ground herself in feral swings, lunging her hips back and forth, taking me in long strides before her cunt pushed up, and she fell onto our bodies.
"I've never-" She gasped. "That was-"
I grabbed her and flipped her onto her back. Rachel parted her hair from her face, letting me see her eyes widen as my cock pushed back into her hole, as I fucked her and pumped her with no remorse, as I took her as though she was mine, whaling my hips like an animal in heat.
She let out a twisted screech, and Rachel covered her mouth. "We don't want Mom to hear, do we?" Rachel said, removing her palm from our gasping sister, watching with glee as her body slammed effortlessly against my cock.
"No." She shook her head. "I don't..." Her eyes fluttered. "I don't want Mom to-" her body convulsed, throwing her forward, before turning her limp against my thrusts.
"Good." Rachel's smile coiled to a devilish grin. "Cum in her like you did Mom. I want to see it."
Carly's eyes went wide with fear as her back arched from the force of my assault. "Wait- I- I don't think we should-"
"I thought you wanted to be his woman?" Rachel chimed. "Don't you?"
Carly's lips gaped, and I saw another orgasm approaching. "I do- I-"
Rachel covered her mouth again. "Then this is what women do."
"Fuuuck!" I felt Carly's cunt squeeze against me, as she tried to temper my force. I took it all in; Rachel's hand against her mouth, Carly's eyes rolled back, her legs spread, her pert tits bouncing at my force.
I squeezed tight and let the image of her take me, slamming into her with the aggression I'd used for our mother, pumping it into her wet slit, relishing the delight of my sister turned, until it balled over and my cock exploded.
"Yeees!" Carly screamed against our sister's palm. "Yeees!"
I pumped through an orgasm of my own, as my cock erupted in a maddening dance. My semen painted her walls, and flooded her womb, until every inch of her was smeared by my wild brush.
"Thank you." Her eyes watered and she wrapped her arms around me. "Thank you..."
A nostalgic feeling came over me as I held her. It was the same one as when I took Mom, the feeling I'd tethered her to me through our forbidden desires, the strong satisfaction of making her mine.
Only now it was different.
Now there was fear.
One so deep inside me, I didn't know how to express it. One that worried I'd changed my sister forever, and our relationship could never be the same.
TO BE CONTINUED...