Something a mother should never ask a son, incest stories, Just after I started college, my mother and I moved into an apartment in order to save money on the rent. My sister had moved out and we just didn’t need all that space. We also figured it would save the time that we spent cleaning the place. And that it did. When we moved down to two bedrooms, there really wasn’t much time taken up at all cleaning. This left a lot of time to relax and work on things we had wanted to do for a while. Consequently our lives became very active and we both took up hobbies. After a while of being so busy, we hardly ever saw each other. We were both so busy doing whatever we wanted that our lives had split. We began to get very angry with each other and we couldn’t figure out why till one night at dinner my mother brought it up.
“Ya’ know…we hardly spend any time together any more. We’ve stopped communicating like we used to. I think that this might be why we have started fighting all the time. What do you think?” My mother and I had grown very close together after all we had been through. Our lives had necessitated a very strong bond between us.
“Well, mom, as usual, you’re probably right about this. Our lives have begun to grow apart. Maybe this scares us.” I paused. “What should we do about it?”
“We need some sort of ritual. We need a night where we do something together come hell or high water.”
“We could start with a movie night.” I waited for her reaction. “What do you say every Sunday we watch a movie together and then from there we can change it if we need to.”
“That sounds like a great start. Tomorrow’s Sunday, are you up for it?”
“Well, I was going to go hiking with some friends, but you said hell or high water right?”
“Yes I guess I did.”
“Fine then, I’ll cancel and we’ll start. Since you are the lady, I’ll even let you pick the first movie. Just try to take it easy on me.”
“Ok, Mr. Gentleman, I’ll try to pick something for us both to like.”
And that was how our great movie tradition started. For the first month everything went well. We were having an easy time picking movies because neither of us had seen many movies lately. The second month wasn’t that bad either, but after that, some of the movies started to get a little out there. We had started just picking movies because they could be awful or great like Indy films seem to turn out.
Now my mother was no prude, but I was under age and she didn’t like me drinking. However she had finally given in and started letting me drink a beer or two on our movie nights. This meant that she felt better about having a glass of wine. Neither of us ever drank in excess, but we both enjoyed the light buzz that we got.
Midway through the fourth month, we rented a real sleeper. It was some film shot in a manner that I just don’t understand. I couldn’t follow what was going on and I couldn’t understand who the characters were.
“Should we take a pause?” My mother asked a half hour into the film.
“Yeah, I’ll get another beer. You want another glass of wine?”
“Yes please.” This was three for mom tonight. That was not a rare thing these days though.
I came back in and lay on the end of the couch with the foot rest. My mother liked this because it enabled her to rest her head on my stomach and watch the movie. It was one of our “cuddle positions.”
“Ok, ready to start again?”
“Ready as I’ll ever be.” My mother responded.
I pushed the play on the remote and the movie resumed. I spaced out and woke some time later with the movie still playing and my mother’s head still on my stomach. Then I started to feel what it was that woke me up. I could feel my mother delicately moving the flaps on my boxers apart. Then with very light touch she pulled my limp penis out and laid it down pointed toward her. This very bizarre feeling started to course though my veins. It’s not that I was thinking about sex with my mother, but the feeling of someone else’s hand on my cock was very exciting. I could feel that familiar feeling that preceded getting an erection. This caused terror to course though me as the thought of getting a boner right in my mom’s face sounded absolutely embarrassing. I stirred as if to make like I was waking up and my mother put my still mostly limp member back into my boxers.
When the movie ended, nothing strange happened. My mother kissed me on the cheek and went to bed. I lay in my bed thinking about what had happened, but I just couldn’t make any sense out of it. I mean, she really didn’t do anything. It’s almost like she was just curious. She didn’t try and caress it or play with it; she just pulled it out and left it there.
The next week, it was my turn to choose a movie. I picked another Indy film and this one was a little more normal. As far as quality though, it still left something to be desired. As the movie was going on, I wondered if anything were going to happen. I watched my mother for signs that she wanted to cuddle or something, but there was nothing. She did dress down though. Instead of the usual sweats that she was in on these nights, she wore a silk robe that clung to her more. She even tied it around her waist which accented the size of her breasts. Instead of hiding in the fabric cloud of the sweatshirt, they were caressed by the cascading of the fine material making them appear raindrop shaped. The robe also showed every bump of her nipples. She may be my mom, but as a breast man, I have to admit that I found them mesmerizing. She didn’t seem to notice though.
At the end of the night she hugged me tight and went to bed just as normal. I was baffled. Nothing seemed to have changed in my mother, but there was a side of her emerging, a side that probably hadn’t been active since my father. I think that my mother was so lonely that she was beginning to crack.
Two weeks after the first incident, mom picked the movie and brought it home. As soon as I saw the movie, I knew what to expect. Shannon tweed was on the cover and that said it all. I love Shannon Tweed and all, but her movies are not usually anything but an excuse for her to show her body. Not a complaint, just a fact.
As usual, I grabbed my beer and lay on the end of the couch with the foot rest. For the first half of the movie, my mother was at the opposite end of the couch in the fetal position, but when we took our almost customary mid movie break, she shifted over to lay her head on my stomach. I begin to curse myself for wearing just boxers again. I had managed to go all through the first half without getting an erection, but now with my mother there and after what had happened, I didn’t know what I was going to do.
Sure enough, after we started the movie up again, the obligatory shower scene started and man it was hot. I’ve got to hand it to her, she just doesn’t get old. However, I had different problems on my mind. I was starting to grow and there was no way that I was going to be able to hide it from my mother.
I decided to play dumb and act like I was sleeping. It was a stupid plan, but I couldn’t think of anything else to do. I started making wheezing breathing noises and even smacked my lips for emphasis. I felt like an idiot. But I kept going with it.
Then, just as before, I felt the gentle fingers on my boxers and this time all she had to do was move the flaps and it came springing out. I couldn’t tell just how much room there was between her face and my rigid cock, but I could feel her breath on the tip and it was making me throb. Again, however, she just lay there, not doing anything. Perhaps she was observing, or looking at it for some other purpose, but whatever it was, I couldn’t even begin to imagine.
After a few minutes, I felt her pull the fabric of my boxers back over my pointing cock. As she did it, I made more sleeping sounds just to make sure she wasn’t worried.
“Hey, Johnny?” She paused, ‘hey Johnny, wake up.”
“What, is the movie over?” I was acting.
“No, but I think I’m going to bed now. I’m feeling really tired and I think I know how it ends.”
“Ok, Mom, do you need anything before you go?”
“No, thank you sweetheart. I’m just fine.”
Ok, now what in the hell is going on? She’s acting so weird. It wasn’t till later that I put it together and figured that she was going to masturbate. At the time, however, I was so hopped up on hormones that I couldn’t even begin to figure it out.
The next day my mother pulled me aside and said that she needed to talk to me. We both walked into the living room and sat on the couch. She had a very worried, sorry look on her face.
“Johnny, I need to talk to you.”
“Sure mom, you OK? You look kinda worried.”
“Well, I think I’ve done something bad, and I need to make it right.”
“Jeeze mom. You’ve got me worried. What it is?”
“Well, last night, I did something that I shouldn’t have. I violated your privacy.”
“What did you do?” I knew where this was going a while ago, but at this point it was almost a game to play stupid.
“Well, while we were watching the movie, you fell asleep.” She paused and looked at the ground. I leaned in to encourage her to continue. “And while you were asleep, I took out your penis to look at.”
“Oh.” I said with my best look of surprise.
“I’m so sorry honey; I don’t know what came over me. I shouldn’t have done it. What kind of depraved woman looks at her own son’s penis? I feel so bad about it. I hope you’re not mad…Are you?”
“Well…no, mom, I’m not mad. I have to admit though; I don’t understand why you did it.”
“It’s just been so long since I’ve seen one and the way that I was laying, you were right there, and my curiosity got the better of me. All I did was look, I swear.” She was completely omitting the first incident. This was not a fluke.
“It’s OK mom. I have a confession to make too.”
“What?” she looked hopeful.
“I wasn’t really asleep. I was just pretending to sleep because I was embarrassed to have an erection in front of you.”
“So why didn’t you say anything when I was doing it.”
“I didn’t want to make you feel bad. Besides, all you did was look. There’s no harm in that right?”
“You are so sweet.” She smiled beamingly. “All this time I was worried that I had taken advantage of you and everything was fine.” We hugged.
That seemed to be the end of it. We didn’t really talk about it after that. Our movie night kept on going and nothing really changed between us, till a few weeks later that is. I had snuck a beer from the fridge hoping that mom wouldn’t notice. I downed it before the movie so that I could get an even better buzz. So far as I know, I got away with it. Mom came in with my usual beer and handed it to me. Tonight she was dressed a little different. She wasn’t in her robe or her sweats, she was wearing a little spaghetti string top that left about six inches of cleavage open. It was quite stirring to say the least. Like I said, the shape of her breasts was a perfect droplet. The nipples crowning them I had yet to see, but I imagined them to be perfect for that size of breast. The top she was wearing tonight accented her shape perfectly.
To be honest, I don’t even remember what the movie was called that we watched that night. I do remember that it had a pretty good sex scene in it though. And it was enough to get me excited again. The tent went up in my boxers and my mother kept checking on it visually. Finally I got up the nerve to make an offer.
“You now mom, like I said, there is no harm in looking, right?”
“Umm…”
“If you want, I can pull it out. I really don’t mind. It might even feel good to get it in the open air.”
Mom just sat there as if she wanted to say yes, but were afraid. Instead of waiting for her to decide, I made the decision for her and pulled it out.
“It’s really OK, mom. I don’t mind.”
She let out a breath and smiled slightly. Then I knew she was OK with it when she slid up next to me on the couch and snuggled in. The movie kept on playing, but I don’t think that either of us was really paying attention. I was staring down her top and she was staring at my rigid prick.
“Johnny, I have a really big favor to ask you. I know that this isn’t a thing that a mother should ask a son, but it would mean a lot to me if you would do it.”
“What is it mom?”
“I want you to let me touch you while we watch the movie. You don’t have to do anything. You can even pretend that it’s someone else if you want. It’s just been so long, I can’t stand not touching it when it’s so close. Is that OK with you?”
I thought about it and waited a little so that I didn’t sound too desperate. “Sure mom, if it would make you feel better.”
“Thank you Johnny. I know that this is probably weird for you, but it really means a lot to me.”
“Mom, it’s OK. And by the way, I don’t need to pretend that it’s someone else.” My mother blushed in a very deep way and reached out her hand to put it on my cock. She didn’t stoke it hard, and she didn’t clamp down on it. She just rubbed the skin up and down it casually as if she were simply glad for the contact.
The movie kept playing in the background. I was trying to pay some attention, but there was nothing that was going to distract me from what was going on.
“You know, this really takes me back.” My mother broke in.
“Yeah, you used to do this for dad?”
“Um…well, not so much. I mean I did do it for him, but it actually reminds me of another time in my life.”
“Oh, one of your boyfriends before you met dad?”
“No, not exactly that either. This is kind of embarrassing. I’ve never told anyone this, but I guess given the situation, it’s all right.” She kept stroking me but closed her eyes. “I used to do this for your uncle Michael.” The silence seemed to echo her last words. “Back when we were both going to college, we used to fool around. On nights when our parents weren’t around we would do what we called fantasy hand. One of us would massage the other and we could pretend it was whoever we wanted. I really didn’t need to pretend. It was enough for me as it was.”
“Wow mom.”
“I’ve never told anyone what I just told you. I hope you don’t think that your mommie is a freak.
“No, mom, it’s kind of hot actually. Did you guys ever get caught?”
“Well, there was this one time that our mother walked in on us.”
“Really, what happened then?”
“Well, she didn’t get mad. She told me to go to my room so that she could talk to Michael. He told me later that she gave him the sex speech right then and there. It seemed he was a little late for it, but here’s the crazy part: She used her own body to show him.”
“Oh my god, Grandma did that?”
“Yes, but you must remember, she was a much different woman back then. She was much younger and her body looked a lot like mine.”
“Wow, Uncle Michael must have loved that.”
“Yeah, he did because at the end of it she let him try out her pussy and cum inside of it.”
It was right then that I started to blow my load all over my mother’s face and my own chest. “Oh my god mom. Oh. Oh.” Mom picked up her pace and milked the finish for all it was worth.
“I take it you liked that?”
“That was the best ever. Thanks mom.” I hugged her and kissed her cheek. She smiled at me and walked to her bedroom.
The next day things were a little weird at first. I wasn’t sure what to say, but then my mother’s natural energy and confidence helped me to get over it. It’s not to say that she was acting natural, but she was almost glowing. It’s as if she had released something that needed to get out and now she was relieved and energized.
“I had a good time last night.” My mother leaned over handing me a plate of eggs and toast. She also gave me an ample view of cleavage down her robe. “I hope you did too.” I didn’t answer. There was so much that I was thinking about that I just forgot to say anything.
The next Sunday I was just dying with anticipation. The whole day, there was nothing I could think about or do that would distract me from thinking about what was going to happen. At least, I was hoping that something would happen again. I was afraid to push it, but I wanted it so bad.
My mother went to the kitchen to get some beer and wine for us and I took the video out of the box. I placed it in the machine and lay down in my usual spot. However, instead of taking her usual place, my mother sat right next to me and snuggled in. Then, much to me relief, a few minutes after the movie started, she just reached into my boxers and pulled out my semi flaccid cock. It didn’t take long for it to get throbbing hard. Mom just continued her relaxed playful pace that she started with last night. She always seemed to stimulate me just enough to keep me right on the edge, but she never pushed me or got vigorous.
My mother looked slightly bored with the movie and looked up at me with a playful eye. “Did I ever tell you about the time I caught your sister masturbating?”
“No, mom. Tell me.”
“Well, this was a few years ago back during the time that your sister took that two year break between high school and college. I came home early from work one day, and I found her down in the laundry room. From behind it looked as if she was just leaning on the washer, but as I got closer, I could tell that she had the edge of the washer wedged into her crotch and she was leaning on it with her vagina. She couldn’t hear me approach because of all the noise of the spin cycle. She started to moan as I got closer and that’s when I was sure that she wasn’t just playing around. I stood behind her as her orgasm passed over her. She shuddered and thrust against the machine and then lowered her head as she let go.”
“Wow, mom, what did you say to her?”
“Well, I couldn’t very well blame her for doing something that I had done many times myself. I just backed out quietly.”
“You do that…on the washing machine?”
“That’s why our clothes are so clean.” We both giggled.
“That’s kinda hot mom.”
“Do you like hearing about your sister?”
“Yeah, I guess I do. This is really exciting me.”
“Well, I think I could think of some more stories, if I can just remember.” She looked up at the ceiling. “Who do you want stories on? I got the dirt on everybody.”
“I don’t know. Do you have any more about Lisa?” Lisa is my sister.
“Yes, as a matter of fact I do.”
This couldn’t have been any better. Here I was getting a hand job and hearing stories about my hot sister.
“Well, I can start off with the fact that your sister has the most beautiful vagina.” She looked to see the reaction on my face from this revelation. “Do you want to know how I know this?”
“Yes, definitely.”
“Well, this was a while ago too. In fact, it was just a couple of weeks after the washer incident. I was worried about Lisa and just how she was dealing with sex. I hopped that her sexual experience was not limited to appliances. After getting the courage to talk to her, I asked her point blank if she was still a virgin. She said that she was and that she didn’t plan on having sex any time soon. It was then that I told her that it was OK for her to masturbate. I didn’t tell her that I had caught her at it before; I just left that incident alone. She looked concerned and I asked her what was wrong. She started to explain that she didn’t know how to do it properly. When I asked her what she meant, she told me that she didn’t know how to do it with her hand. She looked so guilty and sad, but it really was nothing bad. So, I asked her how she was doing it and she told me about the spin cycle and her ‘washer routine.’ Wanting to make her feel better, I listed other ways that she could do it and that it was all just fine as long as she liked it. She seemed to feel better, but I knew that I could get her to feel more comfortable with it if I tried something completely taboo. I asked her if she would like a lesson. She nodded slowly and I told her that to start off we would both need to put on skirts just in case someone came home, they wouldn’t see us both naked together. I don’t know what your father would have thought of that.
“We both met in her room and I started by telling her to lift her skirt. When I say that she has a beautiful pussy, I mean it. It was like a peach with just a small tuft of hair above her slit. And it looked so clean that you could eat off it. I don’t consider myself a lesbian, but I’m certainly liked what I saw.
“We continued by naming the parts and then I lifted my skirt and told her to follow what I was doing. We both took our three fingers and rubbed them on our mounds for a couple of minutes to warm up, then I told her to find her clit by moving the folds and pressing on the tender spot in the middle. She told me that that was the problem. She could never find it, and hence she could never finish without help. I told her that I would guide her through it and she started to search. She was so rough on her folds that I wasn’t surprised she couldn’t find it. I put my hand up in a stop motion and knelt down in front of her. I licked my index finger and gently started probing her. I made sure to push a little harder on the spot where I thought it was in order to coax it out. Then, all of a sudden, it came out. She looked down in amazement and thanked me. We kept on talking about different ways to get off, but her pussy was so nice, I had to keep on rubbing her. When I mentioned doing it myself on the washer, she exploded like she never had before. She clamped her thighs around my hand and moaned, ‘mommie, mommie.’ We both kissed and I left her to her new toy.”
Mom could tell that I was just on the cusp of orgasm so she tightened and quickened her pace. “Do you like that? Do you like mommie’s stories? Do you wanna hear about how I fingered your sister for the first time? Mommie loves your cock. Mommie loves to make you cum.”
And cum I did. This time she was more prepared and she caught it all on her face and hair. She even moaned as if she had just had an orgasm herself. It then occurred to me that she might want a little help too, but before I could mention it she left the room with a “goodnight sweetie.”
The next week went by as the last had. Not much talk about it, but then when Sunday rolled around I could tell that she was getting ready. She came out at breakfast wearing a very tight tube top and short shorts. Her ass looked so spankable and her tits looked like they were about to rip through and attack me. I was wishing that they would.
During breakfast, I kept glancing at them and she started to notice.
“Is there something wrong?”
“Not really mom. Not anything wrong.”
“You are a little distracted it seems.” She looked down at her bust and smirked.
“Well, mom, you agreed that it was ok to look right?”
“Yes I did. But it would be more polite to ask me, don’t you think?”
“OK, mom, is it OK if I look at your breasts?” I asked in a sarcastic tone underestimating her little game.
She placed her hands over her mammaries and rubbed them. “Oh, you mean, my boobs?”
“Yes, mom, your boobs.”
“You’re telling me you like looking at mommie’s tits?”
“Yes mom. I do.”
“Ok, then, it’s ok if you do. However, I want you to do something for me.”
“Sure mom, what is it?”
“I want you to come over and stand by me.” I got up and stood next to her chair at the breakfast table. “Ok, now I want you to take off my top.”
I had to dig my hands very deep under her mounds in order to get to the bottom of the tube top. The fabric was smooth, some sort of spandex, and I pulled it away letting her voluptuous tit meat bounce back down and point right at my raging hard on.
“You like mommie’s fun bags?” I nodded my firm consent. “Ok, now go and finish breakfast if you can.” I didn’t get much food down. I was too busy feasting my eyes on her large milky white globes. They would jiggle with all her little movements and she even spilled a little milk on them. Probably not an accident, but I didn’t mind. She made ample motions cleaning them off.
“Ok, show’s over. I have to get my day started so that we can watch our movie tonight.”
I arrived home from the movie store just before it was time to begin our night. I went into the living room and got the video ready. While I was placing the cassette in the VCR, I realized that there was no sign of my mother and it was time to start. I began to worry just a little that my mother had gotten second thoughts about what we were doing. Or perhaps she had gotten mad that I had never returned any of her favors. It’s not that I didn’t want to, it’s just that she always seemed to disappear after she took care of me.
After almost ten minutes of worrying and coming up with possible scenarios, mom came into the room wearing a tube top and a skirt made from thin light flowing material.
“You had me worried. You’ve never been late before.”
“Oh, it’s ok, just had to finish something up. Shall we start the movie?”
“Ok, it’s all ready to go.”
We assumed our new cuddle position with mom snuggled close to me massaging my swollen member. She smelled so fresh tonight, as if she had just showered. She smelled clean and slightly floral. It really added to the erotic air of what was already going on.
I had thought all day about a way to approach her about letting me massage her tits while we did our routine, but I couldn’t think of anything that wasn’t either desperate or too blunt. I wasn’t sure if she felt ok with me touching them yet, and I didn’t want to push it too hard.
“Mom, I have a favor to ask you.” I said, slightly mocking her tone from those weeks ago. “This is something that a son should not ask a mother to do…” My mother smiled coyly at me anticipating what next step I was going to add to our little game.
“Yes, John John, what is it?” She hadn’t called me that since I was a very little boy.
“Well, I was wondering if…”
Then as luck would have it, the doorbell rang. We both looked at each other as if we were two kids having to stop our street hockey in order to let a car go by.
“I guess you’re going to have to hold that thought.” My mother stood up and straightened her top. “And you had better hide in your room, till that goes away in case they need to come in.”
I ducked back into my room till I heard the sound of my sister laughing at the front door. Once I had calmed down I went out and gave her the usual hug.
My mother looked at me with a read between the lines look and said, “Lisa is here for spring break, and she is going to be staying till next Monday. Isn’t that wonderful?”
“Yeah, someone else to do my laundry.” I joked dryly. If Lisa got it, she didn’t show any sign of it. Mother did hit me on my arm later for it though.
“Jeeze, mom, you trying to poke somebody’s eye out with one of those, what’s with the tube top?” Lisa raised an eyebrow
“I just felt like being comfortable tonight. Besides, it’s just me and Johnny here. No one is going to be looking at me.”
“Well, if it were just us girls I wouldn’t wear anything at all. I’d just let ’em get some fresh air. I can’t seem to find any bra that fits just right.”
“Tell me about it.” My mother added, “It’s like I need a little helper to go with me everywhere and carry them for me.” They both laughed. I was looking for an application.
“Oh, look we’re embarrassing him already.” My sister pinched my cheek. “This is going to be a fun visit.” My sister laughed her evil laugh and put her luggage down in the living room. “I guess you all don’t have a place for me to stay here. Is the couch ok?”
“Sure I don’t mind.” My mother consented.
“Don’t hurt your back.” I threw in.
“Great. So what are we doing tonight?”
“We were just about to sit and watch a movie, would you like a glass of wine?” my mother welcomed her.
“YES PLEASE. And make it a tall one.”
Unfortunately I hadn’t picked a very good movie because it didn’t matter when we weren’t going to really be watching it. We did finish it however, accompanied by much complaining from all of us.
I went to bed that night feeling completely blue balled. My mother and sister stayed up talking for a while after I went down, but I was able to fall asleep despite all the cackling and cawing. In fact, I was in a pretty deep sleep when I felt someone rubbing my leg under the covers. I looked up and saw the silhouette of my mother sitting on the edge of my bed.
“Mom?”
My mother put her finger to her lips and pointed toward the living room to remind me that my sister was out there. “I know that you got let down tonight. I just came to make sure that you still got what you wanted.” She caressed my cock through the fabric of the sheets and then pulled them back letting my poorly neglected cock spring free. “And just for tonight to reward you for being such a good boy, I’m going to make it special.” She leaned over letting her curly blond hair drape down over my lower abdomen and inner thigh and gently began licking at my cock. Once she had teased me enough with the tip of her tongue, she began kissing the tip and then finally slid the whole thing into her mouth. She didn’t stop half way either. She got her nose all the way to my pubic hair. And once she had me in she didn’t stop. She was like a dog with a bone. She wrenched and wrenched at my cock with her mouth milking me like a thoroughbred stud. Before long I came hard buried deep in her throat.
“Wow, mom that was amazing.”
“That’s not something that I want to do every time.” She paused, “because then I wouldn’t be able to tell you the stories.”
With that my mother crept back to her own room with what felt like a gallon of my cum in her stomach. I fell right back to sleep and slept like a baby. The world had been taken off my shoulders and I was about to float away.
While mom was working that week my sister and I puttered around the house. Mostly we would just watch TV or do our own thing. We talked about normal stuff. Strangely enough, we were in the laundry area when a very strange conversation occurred.
“Johnny, can I ask you a question?”
“Ok, sure what is it?”
“Has mom given you the birds and bees speech? I mean, has she talked to you about sex?”
Uh oh, what to do now. Don’t look or sound suspicious. “Well, she kind of talked to me about it a little. I guess.” I acted a little nervous as I really was but for another reason.
“She didn’t talk to you about masturbation did she?”
“She said that it was OK. She also said that there were many ways to do it. Why in the hell are you asking all of this?”
“I was just wondering, that’s all.” She looked over at me. “She gave me the speech a while back. It was a real eye opener. It’s natural for her to talk to me though. She’s a woman and so am I. With you though, it would be different. I was just wondering”
We kept folding laundry for a while sitting in the uneasy air of unfinished thoughts. I had the feeling that there was something I couldn’t even begin to guess at rolling around in my sister’s mind. I hoped that if I waited long enough it would come out. “So, having sex yet?”
“Not yet. I haven’t found the right girl yet. Besides, I’m so busy all the time between work and school.” I threw some sox into the basket. “What about you? Ya’ getting’ any?” I put on my best hick accent.
“Not for a while. In fact it’s been quite a dry spell since they moved me to night shift at the hotline. By the time I get out of work all the guys who haven’t already met someone are so wasted that they really gross me out.”
“I’m sorry sis, it must suck to be living on your own without anybody there.”
“Yeah it does.”
That was the end of it. The laundry was finished and we walked to our rooms with our respective clothes. As I was putting away my clothes I still had a feeling that there was something my sister was trying to get out. I just didn’t know what it was.
It wasn’t till the next evening while our mother was working late that another major piece of the puzzle was revealed to me. I was sitting in the living room sneaking another beer when my sister came in and sat with me. At first she just sat there browsing a magazine that she had brought with her and then she broke the silence.
“Have you ever heard of a little game called fantasy hand?”
“Fantasy hand?” I tried to make the words sound as foreign as possible.
“Yeah, it’s where two people get together and get each other off. It’s not a commitment thing, it’s almost the opposite. It’s so that each person can pretend that whoever is doing it to them is their fantasy.”
“Where did you get this?”
“I uh, read about it. What do you think of that?”
“It sounds like a good idea. I know a lot of people who could use that. In fact, it seems like we’re two of them.” Finally I had opened the door that my sister had been scratching at all day. Her eyes lit up and she looked intensely at me.
“Sis, are you suggesting what I think you are?”
“It’s not real sex you know. It’s just a fantasy.”
“Ok, I’m in, when do you want to do it?”
“Is it ok if we start right now and I go first?”
“Wow, sis, you are in need of some attention.”
“Yeah, which is good, it means that it won’t take very long.”
“Ok, that’s fine, but can I ask you one favor?”
“This is one thing that a guy should never ask his sister, but can I see your breasts while I get you off?”
In response she lifted her shirt over her head and threw it onto the floor in the middle of the room. Then I put up my hand in a halt sign.
“Is it all right if I do the honors?” I motioned at her bra.
“By all means.”
I took my time with it. First I felt the material covering the front and her nipples. Then I caressed under the overhang of her large melons, and found the edges of the bra under her tits. I pulled the bra away and let them fall jiggling back against her upper abdomen. They fell back into place and swayed from side to side.
“Wow, Lisa, they’re amazing.” I kneaded them with my hands.
She raised her hips off the couch and then slid her shorts down and off. With her legs slightly spread she looked at me with the most inviting look.
“Nice, sis, you shaved. I have to say, that is a very beautiful pussy.”
“That’s no the first time I’ve heard that. Thank you.” She passed her hand over it and breathily said, “This is gonna feel soooo good.”
I got down between her legs, licked my finger and started to go to work on her pink slit. At first I just touched her gently around the soft smooth flesh of her mound. Then I started to tickle the edged of her labia. She was so sensitive that she began to jerk and exhale sharply almost immediately.
“Oh, god, this is good…oh god.” My sister writhed with the pleasure of my manipulations.
“Sis, you are so fucking hot right now.”
In response she put her hand on the side of my head in a gesture that said, “how sweet.”
“Ya know, sis, your pussy is so hot, I just wanna lick it.” Her reaction to my motions went up a notch and she really got into it.”
“Yeah? You wanna be a dirty boy? Tell me about it.”
“I wanna bury my tongue so far inside you. I wanna lick your clit till you pass out.”
“DO IT. DO IT NOW!!!”
As I was leaning forward, she grabbed the back of my head and thrust it into her love mound. Her clit was already rock hard so it was not hard to separate the folds with my tongue and focus on it. Almost as soon as I started making small circles around her little hood, she started thrusting into my face and clenching her smooth thighs around my head.
“Oh, Johnny, I’m cuming on your face, Oh, Oh Johnny.”
We rode the rest of the orgasmic wave as the last of her love shivers passed through her.
“Wow, that was just what I needed. Now it’s your turn…”
The sound of keys in the lock sent us both into action.
“Shit, mom’s home. I promise I’ll return the favor later. Just be patient please.”
“Ok sis, but you owe me.”
We both sprinted into my room. Lisa was first to emerge after putting her clothes on. I had to wait for my erection to go down. When I finally came out, Mom was putting some take out on the table and Lisa was getting plates and silverware.
“So, what did you guys do today?” My mother asked innocently.
Lisa responded, “Johnny gave me a hand.” Brief pause. “…with the laundry.”
“Oh, that was nice of him.”
All that night I tried to think of a way that I could get Lisa away long enough to get my half of the bargain. Meanwhile, Lisa started a game of teasing me. For instance, when Mom got up to get a little more food, Lisa lifted her shirt to show me that she was not wearing a bra. The whole motion took only a few seconds, but by the time that mom got back to the table I was rock hard and trying to cover it with my napkin. Then later, when I leaned down to pick up my napkin I looked over and noticed she had changed into a mini skirt. I also could tell that she had not put any panties on. She was spreading her legs slightly yet intentionally.
“Do you want some more?” Lisa asked with a smirk.
“Well, I’m actually waiting for dessert. I believe I deserve some.”
“Let me get you some.” My mother interjected.
My sister chuckled at the missed innuendo, but I knew how close it was to the truth.
Just as dinner was ending, Lisa received a call on her cell phone. She was going to have to leave the next morning. This meant that I was on a limited schedule. I was going to have to think fast.
“Hey Lisa, you want me to go with you to get some snacks for the road?”
“Yes, maybe I could even get you something for helping me out today.”
“Finally.”
Although mom was oblivious to the whole thing, I was surprised that in the back of her mind she didn’t think that something was funny.
Lisa grabbed her keys and we both got into the car. We didn’t really say much on the way to the store, nor while we were in the store for that matter. She actually did need to get snacks.
“I know that this isn’t fair, but we kinda need to make this quick.”
“Ok.” I responded.
“I promise it will be good though.”
As we were driving down the interstate my sister looked over at me and asked me to take the wheel. While I steered the car, Lisa pulled her shirt over her head freeing her big beautiful tits. She grabbed my hand off the wheel and put in on her right tit.
“Is this illegal?”
“Driving while doing it? Or doing it with my brother?”
“Hmm, good point.”
“Ya know, there is something about doing this with you that is so much more exciting. Maybe it’s the taboo of family. This is making me wish I had more brothers.” She chuckled.
“Yeah. I hear what you’re saying.”
“I want to tell you a secret, but you can’t let mom know that I told you.”
“Oh, this sounds good, what is it?”
“Well, back when I was living at the house, mom and I had this little routine going.”
“Really? A routine?”
“Well, it wasn’t very often, but when I had trouble sleeping, I would tell mom and she would come into my room.”
“Yes, go on…”
“Well, she’s the one who told me about that fantasy hand game. In fact, she used to do it for me. It helped me sleep.”
“Wow, are we there yet? I am about to blow it ‘cauz of what you said.”
“Just wait a couple of minutes.” My hand was going crazy on her fleshy breast as we cruised toward whatever spot she had chosen.
“Hm, my brother likes rubbing my tits, and he likes the thought of my mother getting me off at night. I never had any idea that you are as twisted as I am.”
We arrived at a secluded parking lot in the woods just off the interstate. There was one street lamp, but no one around for miles. During the day, this was a parking lot for joggers and hikers, but now it was deserted.
Lisa opened the car door and got out, still topless. She came over to my side of the car and opened the door. I undid my seatbelt and swung my legs out of the car. Lisa undid my pants and pulled them off. My cock swung out and hit her in the tit while she was getting me ready. I expected her to start with her hand, but she went straight to the mouth. It was warm and soft and smooth.
After she had gotten a substantial amount of saliva on my cock, she pulled away and placed it between her tits. There was plenty of room for me.
“I’m going to have to come home more often. This is more fun than I imagined it would be.”
“How long… have you been …imagining it.” I could barely get the words out between heavy breaths.
“Quite a while. In fact, ever since I heard about someone else doing it with her brother. She said that there was never quite anything as good as breaking that taboo. I always wondered if you would be into something like this.”
“So…what if you…had a son…would you…”
“Yes, I would just like I’m doing for you. I’d suck his cock, and I’d let him fuck my tits.”
“Suck it, suck it, I want to cum in your mouth.”
Lisa placed her mouth around my cock just in time to catch the boiling hot loads of jizz down her throat. On the way home Lisa thanked me and we talked about how fun it was to get off with each other. She promised that she would come back for a weekend when she got the chance.
After a few days of waiting for Sunday to roll around, I was ready to have another “movie night” with mom. I knew that she was holding out on me just a little bit, but I figured that it was in the interest of other people’s privacy.
We both got to the living room at the same time. Mom put in the video for the night which had been lying on the TV stand.
“What kind of movie is this?” I asked.
“I didn’t even look.” She shrugged as if it were just a formality.
“Hey mom?”
“Yes?”
“Can I take your top off again tonight?”
“Yes, I would like that. I could also use a nice massage, I have had to wear my tight bra all week and my tits feel so constricted.”
With the movie playing in the background, we both stood in the middle of the room. I reached out and undid the buttons on my mother’s shirt and pulled it off of her one arm at a time. Then I moved closer and reached around to the back so that my face was planted in between her heavenly hooters. The clasp took some time because it was not your ordinary simple construction, it was a serious piece of load bearing gear. When the clasp came undone, mom’s breasts let loose and pushed the bra and my face back.
“Your tits are so beautiful. I just want them so bad.”
“They’re all yours.”
I rubbed and caressed them. I played with them and teased them. I was delicate and then I was rough. The whole time through it, mom just watched me almost proudly. After quite a while and once I got tired of standing I decided that I had given them enough attention.
“Is it OK if we start now?”
“Ok, but I have a new idea for tonight. I want to try something that I have never done before; not with Michael and not with Lisa.
“Great.”
“Ok, first lie down on the ground.” I lied down.
“Now I sit on you like this.” Mom hiked up her miniskirt and sat on my stomach facing my purple rod. “I think you might like this a little better, it gives me a better angle on your beautiful cock. If you want to, you can even reach up and play with my tits while I stroke you. Do you like that?”
“This is awesome mom. But there’s just one thing that I want to add.
“What is it?”
“Mom, I want to stroke you pussy while you stroke my cock. This whole time you’ve been helping me and getting me off and I haven’t done a single thing for you yet. I really just want to finger you.”
“You’re so sweet. I guess it’s a good thing I shaved.”
Instead of starting off with mom’s usual light pace, she grabbed me roughly and stretched the skin back toward my balls.
“I have a little tidbit to tell you.”
“Please mom, tell me.”
“The other night when I came into your room late…” I pinched her clit between my index finger and middle finger causing her to shiver.
“…I was late because I was with your sister.”
“What did you do?”
“We started off playing fantasy hand, but then we ended up eating each other out.”
“Oh, Mom, you are so hot, that is so wild. I really want to eat you out one of these days.
“Mommie has a dirty little boy doesn’t she.”
“We were both breathing heavily and I was fighting for all I was worth not to cum yet.
“Mom, I’m going to cum soon. I can’t hold it off.”
“OK, just cool off while you eat me out.”
She stood up turned around and then dropped her pussy right down on my face. She was sitting on my chest and keeping her dripping shaven pussy right where I could lick it. I swirled and I slipped. My tongue made it’s way all around her folds and into her slit. After checking out her geography, I went to the capital. Her clit was so ready for me that it was like a homing beacon. As soon as I made the first swirl my mother screamed out my name.
“Johnny, fuck. Oh, Fuck.” I kept swirling and my mother kept up her dirty talk.
Finally after tongue felt like it was going to fall out of my mouth, my mother lifted off my face and got on her knees between my legs.
“I’m going to suck your beautiful cock, Johnny. And you know what? I love doing it.”
“Ok, Mom suck my cock.”
She had me back up to full hardness and panting quickly. Mom, you’re too good at that, I’m going to cum soon.”
“Just wait one second, I can’t wait any longer for this.” She rose up and slid right down on my cock allowing her tits to slap together forcefully.
“I couldn’t wait. I couldn’t wait any longer to get your cock inside me. Ooooh. You are so fucking good, and I’ve been waiting for this for so long. It was worth it. Nothing beats this, nothing. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck momma’s pussy hard. Make me cum all over your cock.”
“I’m cumming. Ah.” I thrust into her for all I was worth and she met me by clenching her vaginal muscles around me. We managed to cum at the same time and then all in a heap, she rolled next to me surrounded by the sweet light of after glow.
“Forget the movies. From now on, let’s just fuck.”
“Ok, Mom. Anytime you want.”
