Sister's Acts Pt. 04

In the middle of the night, sleeping on the couch, I felt something nice and gentle wake me up. I opened my eyes and saw somebody's head bobbing up and down under my blanket; for a moment I was confused as to who it was, Mom or Donna, but feeling the pressure of the lips and the tongue on my cock I quickly realized it was Donna. Mom was still learning; Donna already KNEW.

I lifted the blanket and saw the shadow of her face with the shadow of my cock in her mouth, and heard the soft slurping sounds she was making.

"What're you DOING?" I hissed. "Mom's just right down the hall!"

She took my cock out of her mouth long enough to say, "I just wanted to thank you for a lovely evening, that's all. Now shut the fuck up and enjoy," and then her lips closed around my hard shaft again and I let the blanket down again.

What the hell. She did her job brilliantly, I exploded in her mouth, she quickly cleaned me up and she went back to her room without another word.

Sometime after that, I wasn't positive when but it was still dark, I felt something nice and gentle wake me up again.

Not someone sucking my cock, but someone kissing me. I opened my eyes and there was my beautiful mother, her face soft in the moonlight coming through the window. She was kneeling on the floor next to the couch, almost exactly where her daughter had been kneeling just a little while ago, and kissing me and running her little fingers through my hair.

Instinctively I kissed her back, and it went on like that for awhile, then finally I stopped and I whispered, "What're you doing, Mom? Donna's room is right there."

She smiled and kissed me again, and laid her head on my chest. "I know, honey, I know, it's just I missed you so much tonight.... I thought about you and what we did yesterday, I just couldn't help it."

She giggled, looking away shyly like she always did, which was such an incredible turn-on. "Can I tell you something?"

"Sure."

"I...." she swallowed. "I did you-know-what with myself, lying in bed and thinking of you. I just wanted to be with you so much that I couldn't help it."

"Wow, Mom, that's great," I whispered, grinning at her. She was such an innocent, shy little sex monster, my mother.

"I did it--I can't believe I'm telling you this--I did it three times while you were gone," she said, kissing me again.

With a jolt I realized this was the exact same number of times I'd had sex with Donna in the hotel room last night. Quite a coincidence.

"Then I did it again.... Just now, thinking about you again. And I had to come out here and just touch you and kiss you a little bit, just to be near you. I hope that's okay."

"That's .... fine, Mom."

"I won't make a habit of it, I promise. I just.... I'm just so.... I have such PASSION for you, Bobby, I can't believe it. I've never felt anything like this in my life, not EVER. I just want you, so much."

My cock was stirring, amazingly, considering that it had just been expertly sucked off not long before, and the use I'd been putting it to the last few days.

"Bobby?" she asked.

"Yeah, Mom?"

"Can we.... do you think you might do the THING you did last morning, again later today? You know, the thing with.... with your tongue?"

This was so unbelievably cute that I kissed her and kissed her and kissed her, laughing quietly, and I whispered in her ear, "I'll do it RIGHT NOW. Let's go."

"No no," she insisted, gently pushing me back down on the couch. "No, we can't, it's too risky. I can wait. But I think if you tell me you will, then I can get some sleep at last."

"I will. I promise."

She smiled and kissed me again. "Okay. Good night, then, lover boy. I'll see you in the morning, and I promise I'll be on my best behavior."

She stood up, straightened her robe, and I looked up at those enormous melon-sized breasts of hers and I wanted so much to grab and suckle them right now, and my cock was hard as a rock, GOD GOD GOD..... but I controlled myself and I watched her walk away towards the bedroom dressed in her famous Garth Brooks teeshirt, her big round ass swishing back and forth until darkness claimed it. I longed to bury my cock in that wonderful ass.

My hand slid under the blanket and I reflected that she had the perfect body, my mother had the PERFECT body, sexually, for me, there was NOTHING about it I would change, absolutely nothing. Except possibly that it would be unclothed all the time, and near a bed 24 hours a day, if it was up to me.

So I slowly, gently rubbed myself while thinking of my mother's amazing body, and the rubbing got a bit more energetic when I thought of putting my face between my mother's amazing plump thighs later that morning, and a bit more energetic still when I thought about Donna giving me a blowjob a little while ago, and by the time I was showing reruns in my head of our time in the hotel room last night I was jacking myself off with gusto.

But for the first time in days I didn't have a woman's cunt or mouth or tits handy to deposit my load into; where was I going to cum? ---a moment which was approaching fast.

Two women who had fucked me, who wanted to keep fucking me, both less than twenty feet away from me, and both of them fast asleep. What a predicament!

For a second I thought about that old limerick that goes,

There once was a man from Nantucket

Whose dick was so long he could suck it

And he said with a grin as he wiped off his chin

"If my nose was a cunt I could fuck it!"

I looked down at my cock sticking up and wondered, could I....? Was it possible?

No. It wasn't. In my youth I'd tried it, of course, and I'd just hurt my back. Granted my cock was bigger than ever right now, but it was still impossible, and even if it was possible, imagine Donna or Mom waking up and finding me doubled up on the couch sucking my own dick.

Nope, I decided, not even going to try. I'll just have to make do with what was handy.

The only thing to use for a cumcatcher anywhere in sight was my own underpants, so I whipped them off and wrapped them around my cockhead and jerked myself to completion, blasting into my boxers.

It was messy, but it worked. I wrapped the whole thing up tightly into a ball and stuffed it under the couch. Of course I was naked now, which might prove embarrassing should I be discovered, but I was willing to risk it; I was pretty sure that both my mother and my sister could be persuaded to forgive me, with the right methodology.

I settled under the blanket and closed my eyes and slowly drifted off to sleep.

#

I woke up to daylight coming in through the curtains. I was alone, there was no sound coming from anywhere in the apartment, just the hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen.

I swung my legs out from the blanket and stood up, and that's when it came rushing back to me that I was naked from the waist down. I looked and saw my poor limp cock swinging back and forth, slapping quietly against my thighs.

And there was another matter, a cum-drenched pair of underpants underneath the couch.

The first problem seemed more pressing. I looked at the clock and saw it was almost nine, so my sister was definitely already gone to work. A quick glance at her bedroom door confirmed it; her room was empty.

The other bedroom door was closed, my mother must still be sleeping. That made sense, of course; according to her, she had been up quite late playing with herself and thinking about having sex with me.

I tried to imagine my mother--MY mother, timid little PTA member, recipe collector, romance novel reader, cookie baker--HER, with her cute tiny pudgy fingers rubbing her clit faster and faster, as she gets wetter and wetter, maybe playing with her own nipple, pinching it harder and harder (since, as she herself told me, women with really big breasts need more stimulation than other women) as she dreamed of my cock, this same cock hanging out in the open as I stood stupidly in the center of my sister's living room, plunging in and out of her.

What sounds did she make while she was playing with herself? Well, I actually KNEW what sounds she made, because she'd made those sounds many times in bed with me, while I was doing to her what she was fantasizing about.

Quite rapidly, even for me, my dick swelled and hardened and rose like a chubby Lazarus and there I was with yet another massive erection... only this one was in full view of the neighborhood beyond my sister's living-room window, and through the kitchen window, and through the sliding glass doors leading to her patio.

Prudence seemed to demand that I get out of the line of sight. That was a good idea.

Yes, time to move, time to make a break for the bathroom, or the bedroom where my mother was sleeping, to get a fresh pair of underpants. Or just put on the jeans folded over the back of the couch without underpants, which would be painful but would still do the job. But, the point is, do SOMETHING.

Yes, but I wasn't, was I? I was standing in the living room with my hardon shoving itself out in front of me, heavy, pulling at my pelvis, and anyone in the world could walk by and see me... and the awful, obvious dangerousness of it glued me to the spot. Somehow standing here was sexy to me. I WANTED someone to see me.

I was PROUD of the size of my cock, I was PROUD of how many times I'd used it to have sex in the last four days, I was PROUD, yes I was, I was PROUD of the fact that this cock had gained me the opportunity to fuck the two most off-limits people in any man's life, his mother and his sister. I thought my picture should be on the front page of every newspaper: WELL-HUNG MAN DOES THE IMPOSSIBLE, SCREWS OWN MOM AND BIG SIS.

My cock should be on billboards, in commercials, everywhere. It should be dipped in gold! There should be a marble statue of me with my giant wang on the steps of the Washington Monument, if it had steps, I wasn't sure.

I wanted to strut around with my big hard cock and say LOOK! Look at what I have between my legs! Listen to what I've done with it! I laughed and swung it around, moving my hips in circles to make my cock swing and dance before me, my slave. Look at it, world! LOOK AT IT! Don't you wish you could get fucked with this cock, too? Who wouldn't want that? And for the low, low price of a good look at your tits, you too can get stuffed with my big hard member! Don't wait, call NOW!

This was so incredibly stupid, and if Mom saw me doing this she'd freak out. I knew I should stop immediately. But goddam it, I didn't WANT TO. I wanted to show off. Even though it would mean total disaster, I really truly wanted someone to walk by my sister's living room window and see my dick. It was crazy. I knew it. I still wanted it. I just wanted it, so bad.

And then the phone rang.

I nearly jumped out of my own skin. JESUS! Was somebody calling to say, "I can see a naked man in your living room window"?? Oh shit oh shit oh shit--I ran over to the phone and picked it up before the second ring, so that it wouldn't wake up Mom.

"Uh--hello?" I asked, timid despite the raging hardon poking out in front of me.

"Bobby it's me." It was Donna. She was breathing hard.

"Oh... oh, hey, Donna. What's up."

"Bobby, I can't--I'm sorry, but I can't think straight. I've been trying to concentrate on my job for the last two hours but I can't think about anything but YOU, and US, and what we did last night. I'm so fucking horny for you, my pussy is ON FIRE."

"Oh. Really?" My cock, which had been deflating, immediately sprang back into action.

"I can't wait until tonight. I've never felt like this IN MY LIFE. I need you, I need your dick inside me. I've got to have sex with you right now. NOW. Is--is Mom up yet?"

"No, not yet."

She took a deep breath. "Okay. Listen. I'm leaving work right now. I can be there in less than ten minutes. Be ready to leave, okay? Just leave a note for her. Tell her..... um.... I don't know, tell her I have a surprise for you and I'm coming to pick you up. We can go to this place I know and do it in the car. We'll figure out an excuse later. Okay? Okay? Bobby? Can you? Will you? PLEASE?"

"Uh--uh, sure, yeah, I mean of course. Yeah. Of course. Hell yeah."

"Oh GOD thank you thank you, I mean it, I'm DYING I'm so fucking horny. I'll be right there. Be ready, be waiting outside okay?" And she hung up.

I stared at the phone for a second, unbelieving. My gorgeous older sister had just called to say she was leaving work to get laid--by ME. It was too good to be true.

But it was true, and here I was standing in the kitchen like a moron! I had to get my clothes on and write the note and be ready! I was going to fuck my sister again! Yay!! Yippee!! I ran over to grab my jeans and my shirt, on the floor by the couch.... and suddenly I remembered that I still didn't have any clean underpants.

I had to have a pair.... but my suitcase was of course in the bedroom with my sleeping mother. So I needed to sneak into the room and get the underpants out without waking her.

All the times in the last year that I had snuck out of the house after bedtime to rendezvous with a girl, and then snuck back in, I felt confident I could do it. So I put my clothes in the bathroom and went to the closed bedroom door.

I silently, slowly cracked it open and peeked in. My mother was burrowed under the covers as usual, facing away from me, snoring lightly. Sound asleep. Good.

I slipped inside the room and tiptoed, still naked, over to my suitcase by the closet. I undid the clasps and bent over to open it, rooted around for a pair of underpants, and stood up.

Again, like that Greek guy who stares at himself in the water in the myth, I noticed myself in the mirror and grinned.

Thin, young, muscular, and a great big hard dick pointing straight out like an arrow. And right now the arrow was pointing to my older--

Mother. In the mirror I saw her open her eyes and look at me.

For a moment she registered shock and even fright, but then she recognized me and I saw her smile sleepily, and then I saw her eyes widen as she noticed my super-tumescent member, and she giggled.

"Oh, my goodness. Is that for me?" she whispered, pushing herself up on her elbow.

Oh, my god. What should I do? I needed to get dressed and be ready for Donna, I needed to tell Mom sorry, I'm about to leave .... But how could I explain this raging hardon when I'm supposed to be going for a drive with my sister?

It made no sense. I couldn't tell her that. My mind was a blank.

And also, there was my divinely sexy mother sitting up in bed, her unencumbered melons swinging gently under Garth Brooks' face as the blanket fell away from her. And she was opening her arms to welcome me into the bed with her, sleepy but not too sleepy to recognize a good thing when she saw it, and she was staring right at it hungrily.

She wanted a good-morning screw from her devoted son, and for all the things my wonderful mother had sacrificed for me over the years, by god, she was entitled to a good-morning screw.

Was my hardon for her? "Of course it's for you, Mom," I said, and dropped the underpants. Donna would have to wait. Somehow.

I slipped into bed with her, pushing the covers away and leaning in for a kiss as she wrapped her arms around me. She pulled me down onto the bed, giggling as her hands roamed over my back and my arms, her fingers in my hair and touching my face as we kissed. I nuzzled against her neck and sucked on her earlobes, which always drove her crazy.

She purred. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmm....... yes Bobby, my baby yes....... Ohhhhh....." and back to kissing me, and then with my face in her hands she looked up at me with a smile and whispered, "I've been dreaming about you doing your thing down there with your tongue, but, um, well, you look like you're ready for the main event right now. So if you promise me you'll do it later, we can skip it for the moment. Okay?"

"I promise," I said to her, and quickly she parted her legs for me and I clambered between them. I saw that she wasn't wearing panties.

Her cuntlips were swollen and reddened, and the curly little hairs of her pussy glistened in the morning sunlight. She was ready. Now.

With much-practiced ease, did my usual thing of rubbing my swollen red rubber cockhead against her pussy lips, up and down, up and down, as she squirmed and purred beneath me, then when she could stand it no longer I lowered my hips and sank my cock into the warm wetness of my mother's cunt, loving the thick, juicy sound my entrance made.

She gasped and purred, locking her chubby legs around me as I pushed the full length of my dick into her, our naked pelvises meeting with a gentle slap. She leaned up to lock her lips onto mine and suck my tongue into her mouth, and then I was moving my hips, back and forth in gentle, slow motions, as she did the same, rocking up against me as we found our rhythm together. Nothing, in my entire life, had ever felt so good and so natural as fucking my mother. Nothing. Not even fucking Donna last--

DONNA!! Holy SHIT what do I do about Donna??

She was going to be here any minute! When I wasn't waiting outside for her she'd get pissed off like she always did and come storming in, slamming the door and calling my name. And I'd be in here, having sex with our mom!

OH MY GOD, what was I supposed to do?? Stop in mid-thrust and tell Mom I have a previous engagement? Not in this life.

There was only one possibility now: a quickie. A REAL quickie.

Mom and I hadn't really had one of those, we'd usually had all the time in the world up to now, holed up in our hotel rooms with no one waiting for us, and as good as it felt, as easy as it would have been to cum, I always wanted it to last, to keep going forever, I never wanted to stop fucking my mother, so it went on and on between us, all night.

But we didn't have that kind of time right now, even though she didn't know it. So I decided to put on the steam. A LOT of steam. I started pumping my hips faster and harder, leaving off the kissing so I could focus on the fucking. I forgot the beautiful rhythm and just pumped myself into her, hard and fast.

"OH!" my mother gasped, thrown down against the bed. "OH GOODNESS! OHH!"

I pushed into her, positioning my arms on either side of her and shoving my butt down, feeling more like an animal than I ever had, I grunted and I think I even drooled, my eyes clamped shut as I slammed into her like never before. We had fucked hard before, of course, but never THIS hard, never THIS fast.

"OH MY!" she cried out, and I felt her hands fall away from my arms and just drop by her side on the bed, she unlocked her legs and just kept them spread wide for me as I pushed and shoved my burning cock into her cunt.

We both groaned and snorted and within a few seconds I felt her hands on me again, grasping my shoulders and digging in with her nails, and I felt her shove herself up against me as I shoved myself down against her, and her sounds became more animal-like, too.

She was into it. She wanted it. A second later she shouted "Oh oh oh YES OH!!" and I felt the sudden hot squelch around my cock and I knew she had cum, and her pussy muscles tightened around me, like a fist, and I pumped my hips up and down for all they were worth, faster and harder than I'd ever fucked before, it felt incredible and quickly the familiar pressure built up and I cried out while she was still crying out from her own orgasm, and I blew up inside her like a bomb.

I felt our combined jism spilling out of her cunt and onto the sheets and I kept going, and she kept going, we grunted like rutting pigs, I could feel myself sweating drops down onto her as I kept going, kept pumping until my cock was spent and dry, slowly I began to deflate inside her and finally I collapsed onto her, breathing like a triathlete finishing a race, gasping for air.

She gasped too, her chest heaving, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Everything was a sticky mess below our waists, and everything was a sweaty mess above. I could hardly move--but I had to move.

Still gasping for breath, I pushed myself up on my elbows and looked down at her, crushed against the pillow and breathing hard, looking up at me. She smiled.

"Wow," she puffed. "I mean, WOW." We laughed and I kissed her, and kissed her again, and then pushed myself up and climbed off the bed. My sticky cock swung between my shaking legs as I got to my feet.

"Where do you think you're going?" my mother asked, smiling contentedly and looking over at me. "I'm not through with you yet, buster."

"Uh, just to get--" And then there was the sound of a car horn outside.

I jumped, Mom jumped, her eyes wide like saucers.

"What's that?" Mom said, sitting up.

"I don't know," I lied, grabbing my underpants. "I better go see."

"Bobby wait! What if--"

But I was already out the door. I ran into the bathroom, wet a washcloth and wiped all the cum and pussy juice from my cock and thighs and belly as quick as I could, dried myself off as quick as I could, and pulled on my underpants, jeans, and shirt.

As I was trying to rapidly comb my hair, the front door opened and I heard my sister call my name. Damn.

I rushed out to the living room. "Hi, sorry, I was just..."

Donna mouthed the words, Is she awake? and pointed at the bedroom where our mom was. I nodded yes. A look of panic crossed her face and her mouth dropped open.

Suddenly I had a vision of that same mouth wrapped around my cock while I was lying on the couch during the night. I wanted it there again, soon. If I fucked this up, there'd be no chance.

I said the first thing that came into my mind. "Uh---wait, is that today? I thought you were taking me out for lunch tomorrow."

Donna rolled her eyes. It was lame, but it was the best I could do.

She cleared her throat and said, "No, genius, it's today. I took part of the morning off from work so I could.... run errands and then come get you. You were supposed to be ready, you moron. Didn't you hear me honking?"

"Yeah, sorry, I'm ready. Hang on, I just gotta.... go say goodbye to Mom."

As I headed back for the bedroom, I heard Donna call out, "Hi Mom!"

As I came into the bedroom, I found our mother sitting on the bed with her blanket wrapped around her protectively. She shouted past me, "Good morning honey! How are you?" and she looked at me with angry eyes, shaking her head. Donna shouted back that she was fine.

"You're supposed to go out with her this morning and you FORGOT?" my mother hissed at me.

"Sorry," I said, shrugging my shoulders.

"Do you have any idea--" She stopped, glaring at me, and shouted to Donna past me again, "So you kids are heading out for lunch then?"

Then she leaned close and hissed at me again, "Do you have any idea what might have happened if she'd come in here looking for you while we were you-know-what?? Oh my GOD, Bobby!"

Donna shouted back from the living room, "Yeah, we were going to do it tomorrow but I can't get the time off from work and I wanted to take him to this restaurant I know he'd like."

"I'm sorry, Mom," I whispered lamely.

"Oh my GOD," my mother whispered again, shaking her head in disbelief.

"Do you want to come to lunch with us?" Donna called out from the living room.

Mom's eyes got even wider and she looked down at herself, disheveled and sweaty and her face red from our workout a minute ago.

She shouted back, "Oh, uh... no thanks, honey, I'm... I'm just about to jump in the shower. You kids go and have fun."

She pushed me away from her when I leaned in for a goodbye kiss, waving her hands to tell me to go away, shooing me out the door and whispering, "Go go go go!"

"Sorry," I said again, and ducked out of the room, closing the door behind me. I found Donna on her knees by the couch. She stood up with my soiled underpants in her fingers. "Oh shit," I said.

"What the fuck?" she said quietly, glaring at me almost exactly as our mother had just been glaring at me. They did look a lot alike, after all.

"Sorry," I replied, "I just--"

"Never mind, never mind, tell me later." She stuffed the underpants in her purse and shouted past me, "Bye Mom! See you in a little while! We'll stop and get you a coffee on the way back okay?"

"That sounds wonderful Donna," Mom called back from the bedroom. "Thank you."

Donna opened the door, then turned back and whispered, "Say goodbye, asshole. She's your mother, be polite."

I shouted back to the bedroom, "Bye, Mom!"

There was a considerable pause, and then she called back, "Bye honey!" and that was all.

Okay. That was close.

I followed my sister out to her car. I could tell she was still angry with me for not being ready. I didn't blame her, but if she only knew....

We climbed into her little car and she was flooring the gas pedal before I even had a chance to put my seatbelt on. "You were supposed to be waiting outside and ready to go!" Donna shouted over the wind. "I didn't want to come in there, I just wanted you to hop in and we'd go! That fucked up the whole thing, Bobby!"

"Sorry," I said again. I said it a lot.

"I can't believe I had to go in there and talk to my mother before I go have sex with my brother!" she shouted. "I can't believe it! Oh my fucking GOD, Bobby! Do you know how unbelievably GUILTY I feel right now?"

"Well she woke up," I said, buckling myself in and rolling up my window so I could hear better. "What was I supposed to do, ignore her?"

"I don't know, but JESUS CHRIST, Bobby! Jesus! This is so fucking crazy!" She took a corner going so fast that we almost skidded. "I gotta slow down or we're gonna get in a wreck. Jesus. My heart is pounding."

You think your heart's pounding, I thought.

"Why'd you even go in the bedroom?" she asked.

"Well, I had to get a clean pair of underpants."

"Oh yeah," she said, and pulled out my cum-drenched, sticky-dry pair of blue boxers. "What the fuck is THIS, anyway? You just dump your dirty laundry under my fucking COUCH? Donna won't mind, why would SHE care? Right?"

"No, just...." I left off, but she was waiting for an answer. "Look, I'm sorry, jesus, I just, you know, I just.... I was thinking how you, you know, how you came out and.... did what you did during the night, and I got, you know, I got GOING again, and I figured you probably didn't want me knocking on your door..."

"That's right," she said.

".... so I, you know, I.... uh..... I......" My mother wasn't the only bashful one.

"You jerked off into your underpants and left 'em under my couch and forgot 'em," my sister offered. "Is that about right?"

"Yeah, that's about right."

"Bobby, do you---I mean, do you have even the slightest IDEA what would happen if Mom found out what we did last night? What it would do to her? It would kill her! And that would kill ME! We have to be super, super careful, or... I don't know what it'd do, it would probably literally give her a heart attack or something. You can't leave stuff like this lying around!"

She was still holding the underpants in her hand, and the wind from her open window was whipping them all over.

I reached over and took them from her, stuffing them in my pocket. "Okay, I won't, okay? But could you calm down? How is finding my underwear under the couch going to make her suspect what we did last night?"

She took a deep breath. "I don't know, I don't know, but it's suspicious. It's gross, and it's weird, and it might make her wonder what other weird things are going on that she doesn't know about."

"It's not that weird," I said.

"Okay, maybe it's not weird, but you know our mom. She'd freak out, she can't handle anything like knowing that you masturbate. You're her son, she worships the ground you walk on. She'd drop dead if she even knew you're not a virgin anymore, I'll bet a million bucks."

"Well then you owe me a million bucks, because she already knows."

Donna turned to me with her mouth gaping open again, stunned.

I grinned. "She's already seen plenty of evidence, Donna. Teeshirts, underpants, tissues...."

"Are you serious??"

I laughed. "Yeah I'm serious! I mean I don't leave it lying around intentionally, but... she's found it before, like in the garbage or in the dirty clothes hamper. She knows."

"You mean she told you that she found your...."

"She's mentioned it, yeah."

"I can't believe it," Donna said, turning another corner and driving into a secluded park with lots of tall trees and dirt roads. We were quiet a few moments while she drove further into the park. I saw no other cars or people.

Finally we came to a well-hidden spot and she stopped and turned the car off. She sat quietly for a minute, looking out at the trees. I was getting a hardon already just sitting here knowing what we came for, but I wasn't quite ready to make the first move, so I just sat and waited for her.

She took a deep breath, and in a quiet, far-away voice, asked me, "Did.... did Mom ever catch you doing it?"

"What, like literally, like in the act of doing it?" Donna nodded. "No. No way. Never. I'm more careful than that, don't worry."

We were silent again, and the look on her face was so strange that I asked, "Did... did she ever catch YOU doing it?"

Another deep breath, and those amazing big tits of hers pressed and strained against her shirt. I wanted to grab and suck them dry, but I waited.

Finally she said, quietly, "This has to be just between you and me, forever. I've never told anybody in my life. I have two secrets that I'll take to the grave, what happened between you and me, and what happened between me and Mom."

"I can keep a secret," I told her truthfully.

Yet another deep breath, and I forced myself to look away from her chest because I couldn't handle being so close to them but unable to touch them, now that I knew I could.

"She caught me once," Donna said, leaning back in her seat. "It wasn't too long after I turned eighteen. I was doing it all the time, almost like I WANTED to get caught. I guess I just had sex on the brain, you know?" She smiled over at me. "Kind of like right now, to tell you the truth," she said, and glanced down at my crotch. She reached over and took my hand and held it.

"Anyway, so I started playing with myself, thinking about it, I did it A LOT, honestly.... and I guess I was a little sloppy myself sometimes, actually, because one afternoon when I was in the bathroom, sitting on the toilet with my skirt down and rubbing myself.... And then all of a sudden the door opened and there was Mom standing there, looking at me. And I mean, there was nothing else I could pretend I was doing, you know what I mean? I mean, I was caught red-handed."

That made her laugh, and she scooted over on the seat enough to lean against me and put her head on my shoulder. She held onto my hand, squeezing it gently and playing with my fingers.

"How did she react?" I asked.

"Well, better than you'd think, I guess. I mean her face went beet red, you know how it gets when she's embarrassed, and she started to back out of the bathroom but she stopped. She turned back and looked at me--and I've just FROZEN, you know, I mean I'm so unbelievably shocked that it doesn't even occur to me to cover myself up, I'm just sitting there with my legs open--and she actually.... she actually SMILED, believe it or not, and she said to me, 'Honey, don't be embarrassed. Everyone does it, it's part of life.'

"Well, I mean.... I was stunned. Amazed. I couldn't believe it. She came over and sat on the edge of the tub, and she handed me a towel to put over myself, and she just told me it's okay. It's not a bad thing, everyone is interested in sex, everyone thinks about it. Everyone masturbates. Absolutely everyone.

"And I was like, I asked her, 'Does that mean that YOU do it?' And she said yes, she does. 'A lot,' she said. She actually said she did it a lot. Every day. Can you believe it?"

Actually I could believe it, knowing as I now did how hypersexual our mother really was, and how she had hidden that part of herself from everyone for so many years, and how she was only now letting all of it out, with ME.

I felt a surge of closeness with my sister, and suddenly I desperately wanted to confess everything to her and tell her that in fact our mom HAD seen me masturbate quite recently, just yesterday in fact, and in fact I had actually seen her masturbate, lying in bed with her while I watched, before I joined in to help her.

I wanted to unburden myself of everything to her, but I knew I couldn't. Not ever. That, too, was a secret going to the grave.

"Wow," was all I said.

"I know, I couldn't believe it. I was so shocked that she was so open and accepting and not all crazy about it, like she gets. You know how she gets about sex stuff."

I nodded. "That's a pretty amazing story," I said, definitely ready now to unburden myself of my pants, as my cock was growing beyond the limits of its denim confinement.

"That's not the whole story," Donna said, squeezing my hand harder now. "If you want I'll tell you the rest.... But I don't have to, and I don't want to wreck how you feel about her. You and she have this beautiful love, Bobby, and I would never want anything to damage that because she needs it. She needs you, you're the one thing in her life that's been constant and always there. Personally I think it's beautiful what happened, but you might not."

Well, now I HAD to know, so I just said, "I'd like to hear it. Don't worry, it won't wreck how I feel about her. She's Mom, I love her. I always will." Which, of course, was the absolute truth. I just wasn't being completely honest about HOW I loved her, and always would.

"Okay," Donna said, and took a deep breath. She scooted closer to me, still holding onto my hand. I could feel the swell of her breast touching my arm.

"Well, so she said she did it every day. And she asked me if I did it every day, and I said yes, even though I really didn't do it that often, not quite that often... but I wanted to be like Mom so I said yes, every day.

"And she asked what I thought about when I did it, and I told her I wasn't sure, I thought about a lot of things. Like what, she asked. Well, like boys, I said. And she says, you mean boys' penises? And I said yeah, and she asked do I ever think about girls."

At that moment, apropos of nothing in particular, Donna leaned closer against me, nudging me, causing me to lift my arm and put it around her shoulders. Then her fingers deftly, casually unbuttoned my jeans and pulled my zipper down.

My cock immediately started pushing through the sudden opening, and she pushed my jeans apart to give it more room. I grunted and shifted my hips to nudge my jeans down a little, which gave my cock more space, and the boxers pushed through even more, creating a large plaid tent down there. Gently, tenderly, my sister started stroking the material.

All the while she was talking. She said, "And the truth was, yes, actually I DID think about girls sometimes. I mean not GIRLS, plural, but I thought about one girl. One woman: MOM. Now, not in a sexual way, okay, I'm not saying that, I swear. But the truth is I thought about Mom's boobs. Because they were so big and perfect, you know? I knew what Mom's breasts looked like and I thought they were just.... AMAZING, so huge and beautiful, you know?"

She stopped stroking me and looked up at me and asked, sincerely, "Is that weird? I mean this whole thing is weird, I know, but.... do you think it's weird, that I thought about her breasts?"

What could I say? I myself was fantasizing and thinking constantly about Mom's breasts right at that same time. I smiled and shook my head and said, "No, not at all." I shrugged. "I thought about 'em too. Who didn't?"

She laughed, and started stroking again. "You're right. How could you NOT think about those gigantic things, right?"

"Right."

"So anyway, I couldn't tell Mom that, of course, that I sometimes thought about her boobs when I played with myself, so I said no. I never thought about girls. Period. But I thought about boys, and penises, and things like that. And--now, if this seems weird that we would be talking about this, you should know that Mom and I have always talked about EVERYTHING, okay?"

Not everything, I thought with a little smirk, but I nodded. "Okay."

My sister tugged gently at the waistband of my boxers and I immediately pulled them down, freeing my cock. It was big and straight and hard, pushed to point up against my stomach by the confines of my jeans.

Without missing a beat she wrapped her fingers around it, very tenderly, stroking and gently caressing it. GOD it was heaven. Heaven in her hand. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes and sighed. She stroked me and kept talking.

".... so she asked me if I wanted her to show me the best way to do it. Just totally casually, you know, like asking if I wanted her to show me how to make spaghetti or something. I think that's how she was thinking about it, honestly, as another thing a mother should show her daughter. If she wanted. And, well, FUCK YEAH I wanted her to show me the best way! Of course. I idolized her, you know?

"So I said yes please, and I pulled the towel off right there, you know, like show me NOW, right? And Mom laughed and blushed again, and told me to calm down. You know how she gets, nobody can get too worked up or they're out of control, right?

"Anyway, so she started telling me what to do. She goes, spread your legs, lean back, push your hips forward. And she goes, you see that little bumpy thing at the top? That's your clitoris, or your clit. She says I have one that sticks right out, you can see it, right there, and she points to it. She says, you want to work up to that.

"First, you wet your fingers with spit. And she shows me, she licks and sucks on her own fingers. And then, she says, you start rubbing yourself all around down there, get it nice and slobbery--that's the word she used, SLOBBERY--down there.

"And she waited, and she says, okay, go ahead, do it... so I licked my fingers and rubbed them down there, and Mom goes no, MORE, you have to have a lot of saliva down there, so I did it again and it still wasn't enough, I guess I was kind of dry-mouthed, and she said give me your fingers and I'll show you, so she took my hand and she licked my fingers and she actually spit on them, believe it or not, and she said there, go ahead and rub yourself. My fingers were dripping. So I started rubbing the spit all over myself."

She stopped rubbing my cock long enough to spit on her palm a few times, and she slathered the shaft with her spittle, just as Mom had taught her to slather her own pussy with it.

"Just like this, see?" she giggled, and spit in her palm again. I grunted in the affirmative, unable to form actual words at that moment.

Donna rubbed her spit all over my cock, so much of it that I felt it dripping down my stomach.

She said, "If you're wondering how I remember all of this, by the way, yes I remember every word she said, and I remember exactly because it's still the way I do it, to this day. Mom was right, she DID know the best way. And when it's all slobbery down there, she said, then you start rubbing in circles around the lips. Lots of circles, and you push in gently but firmly.

"So I did that, and she kind of told me different circles to make, and she said I was pushing too hard, then not hard enough, kind of bossy, you know? Like she gets? And of course meanwhile I'm feeling REALLY GOOD, right, but I'm trying to do it the way she wants me to. And I reach up to cup my breast for a second, you know, and she goes 'NO. Nonono, you don't touch your breasts! Never touch your breasts when you're playing with yourself, you need BOTH HANDS to do it right.'

"She was fucking adamant about that! So I'm like, dang, okay, whatever, and she's like, now, with the OTHER hand, you start rubbing yourself above the clit. Round and round she said, round and round, and be firm with your fingers. So I'm rubbing my circles, and she's going faster now Donna, faster. Then she's like okay, slow down, slow down honey now....

"And now, while you're rubbing above your clit, at the same time you take your lips between two fingers and rub up and down. And this.... I don't know if I was so worked up that I couldn't understand, or I was just stupid, but I couldn't fucking get it, she kept telling me and I couldn't get it. She kept saying no, no, not like that, and she was getting kind of upset and impatient with me.

"And I wanted to please her so bad, but I couldn't understand. I couldn't get it like she wanted me to do it. So I started to cry, and she said she was sorry, and she hugged me, she leaned over while I was sitting there bare-ass naked from the waist down and fucking hugged me!

"And it felt so good that.... I asked her to show me. It felt okay in that moment to ask her if she'd show me. And what I meant was, you know, take my fingers and show me what to do, you know? SHOW ME.

"But she took it another way and she looked me in the eyes and she said, 'Are you sure?' and I said yes, and she said, 'Okay, come with me, I'll show you.' And she takes my hand and leads me out of the bathroom and into her bedroom. 'Climb up on the bed,' she said. So I did, I climbed up and leaned back against the headboard. And then Mom--"

At this point I was so fucking turned on by her story and the way she was slowly jacking me off that I said, "You gotta stop talking now," and I pushed my pants and underpants all the way to the floor and then I put my hand on the back of her head and lowered it into my lap.

She opened her mouth and took my cock inside, and I felt her wrap her lovely warm lips around it, and it was perfect. It was exactly what I'd been dying for. Her tongue started to dance around my crown, playfully flicking the peehole, and she kept rubbing me with one hand while she stroked the inside of my thighs with her other hand, and her expert sucking began in earnest.

GOD she could suck, it was magic being in her mouth. My sister's mouth and my mother's cunt were the two greatest things I had ever felt in my life, period. Well, also of course squeezing and sucking my mother's breasts.... and also my sister's breasts.... Basically my mother and my sister. Christ this was so depraved. If it didn't feel so incredibly good I would hate myself.

My sister's mouth worked on me expertly, and I had my hand on her back, just kind of stupidly rubbing her shoulders, and the other hand resting on her head, rustling through her blonde hair. I watched her head bob up and down below me, listened to the slurping and slickly wet sounds she made as she sucked me.

Around us was daylight and trees and grass; anyone could wander by and see right in the car. I don't think I'd ever done it in such an open, vulnerable spot before. Yes, and to feel my sister's superb, lovely tongue dance its way around my cock, I'd do it in Times Square at rush hour if that's what it took. I put my head back and closed my eyes and moaned with absolute pleasure. I wanted it to go on forever.

Donna though, apparently didn't. Suddenly her mouth slipped off my cock, I opened my eyes a moment later and I glanced down at myself, dripping cock sticking straight up like a rocket ready to launch, and then I looked over at Donna, who was awkwardly pulling up her skirt and stripping herself of her panties in the driver's seat, hemmed in by the steering wheel.

She stared hungrily at my upright member, licking her lips. She finally got the panties off, and started climbing on top of me, straddling my legs in the seat and holding herself steady by grabbing the seat back. It was clumsy, but I understood her intent.

She whispered, looking me in the eyes, "My pussy has been ON FIRE all day. I can't BELIEVE how fucking horny I am. If I don't get fucked, like right NOW, I'm going to melt or blow up, or both."

"Well climb on board, sis," I said with a grin as she maneuvered her hips above my hard cock, grabbing hold of it to get it in position to mount me. I grunted, "Oh, fuck, that feels--"

"Shut up so I can concentrate," she growled, lowering her hips and pushing her cunt onto my dick.

It was difficult from this angle and I had to move my own hips around until we found the right position, and finally she sank down onto my cock and I was inside. She cried out again like she had the night before, with an expression at least partly of pain, and the look on her face was one of such intense focus, her eyes squeezed shut and her teeth grinding together, I thought it couldn't possibly be pleasurable for her....

But I'd heard enough last night to know, if she wanted my advice she'd ask for it, so I kept my mouth shut and just enjoyed how good it felt inside my sister's pussy.

"Oh SHIIIIT," she said, grabbing hold of my shoulders and digging her fingernails in again. "OHHHHH. OHHHHH. Yes, that's it that's fucking IT....."

She started slowly moving her hips on me, lifting herself and grinding herself down upon my cock. She wasn't entirely sure how to do it, so she was kind of trying to decide whether to move up and down or around and around, or what. It all felt good to me, frankly, but I knew what she was getting at so I reached around and grabbed two handfuls of her firm ass and started moving her gently, showing her the rhythm while I moved my own hips in accord with her.

Gradually she started to get it and pretty soon she was moving on top of me without me needing to show her, which freed my hands to pull her shirt up over her head, revealing her filled-to-capacity brown lacy bra, and the jiggling white breasts inside. I quickly reached behind her and unsnapped the bra, which slipped off her shoulders, but she playfully cupped her bra to her breasts, covering herself like she was shy, and she shook her head, looking down at me with a mock-angry look on her face.

"Who gave you permission to see my boobies, huh?" she asked, grinning. "I didn't."

She wanted to play, but I just wanted to fill my mouth. "C'mon, c'mon," I grunted.

She shook her head while she gently bounced up and down on my lap, clearly enjoying my pleasure-filled misery. "No. You have to ask nicely to see my boobs, little brother."

"Uughhhh.... may I.... uhhhh..... may I please see them?"

"Mmmmm....." Without announcing this breakthrough, my sister suddenly learned how to prop her knees on the seat and slowly swivel her hips as she fucked me, therefore literally screwing herself down onto me.

The sensation was so incredible that we both forgot about her beautiful tits for a moment. "Ohhh.... shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit," she muttered while she bit down hard on her lower lip and clamped her eyes closed. "Oh fuck fuck FUCK that's good."

It was. It was incredible.

And it was something I'd never be able to do with Mom, because her legs were far too short to manage this position. Only Donna could give me this wondrous delight. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes and pushed my hips up to give her more corkscrew to work with and just felt her pussy working wetly and tightly on me.

At this moment, for just this moment, I couldn't have told you who I desired more, my sister or my mother. In fact, yes, it was Donna. She was inexperienced, but her recently-busted virgin tightness was one of the most amazing things I'd ever felt. I was filled with dreams of teaching her everything about sex, and learning new things with her, spending my life just fucking her, forever and ever.

Of course I knew how wonderful it felt to fuck Mom, how off-the-charts amazing it felt to fuck her and have her experience working with me, but.... In this moment I'd have given it all up for a promise to have total access to my sister's body for the rest of my life.

So I was not only cheating on my (brand-new) girlfriend but I wanted to completely throw her over for my new girl, my mistress, my sister. If I'd have had to make the choice right then, I'd have made it in a heartbeat. Donna, lovely Donna, by a country mile.

After several long beautiful minutes we settled into this new routine and Donna opened her eyes again, looking down at me. "Um, what were we talking about before?"

"Idunno," I grunted, filling my hands with her soft warm asscheeks and squeezing.

"Mmmmm...... oh Bobby, I want to fuck you forever," she gasped, staring into my face. "I want to do this forever, I want to keep fucking you forever, I never want to stop. I want to stay with you and go to bed with you and live with you and fuck you forever."

"Wow," I said, as she leaned herself forward on me and pushing her momentarily-forgotten firm breasts against me, corralling my face between them and smiling down on me.

"Don't you want to?" she said, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me, pushing her tongue deeply into my throat and grinding her cunt around my cock. "Don't you want to fuck me forever, little brother?"

"Yeah. Forever."

"OH GOD I'm cumming little brother I'm cumming," she said, and she shuddered and her arms tightened painfully around my neck and she bit my lip and I felt the same familiar insistent pressure in my balls as I felt the rush of warmth on my cock.

"Ugh... oh shit I'm gonna cum too," I said, "you better get off..."

She didn't move. "No no no, do it inside me, INSIDE ME, ohhhhh...."

"Are you sure?"

"YES, oh fuck......"

"Are you on birth con---"

"YES I'm on the fucking pill now shut up shut up and DO IT, oh god oh god oh fucking GOD...."

She was still cumming, still squeezing and holding on to me, and the pressure burst inside me and I exploded inside my sister's pussy, pumping everything I had into her and she cried out, screamed into my open mouth and I gasped and shuddered and held onto her ass as I pushed myself somehow even deeper into her and gushed my cum into her. I felt it draining from her onto me, staining us, smothering us, as she locked her lips onto mine again, groaning and moaning into my mouth as we both came and came and came.

Eventually we were drained and she went totally limp on me, now her arms were wrapped around my neck to keep from falling over, and we were breathing like we'd run a marathon, gasping for breath. My cock deflated but stayed inside her, still filled her, fit inside her perfectly, nestled comfortably inside the bed that it had made of her cunt by being the first cock inside her.

I thought, I felt, I KNEW, that because I had been the first to fuck her that her cunt belonged to me and always would, no matter how many other men she had sex with, it would always be MY cunt, shaped and molded by me, by my standards, by the size and thickness of my big cock. No man would ever be as good as I was, because her pussy was MINE.

I laughed quietly at that thought, and Donna lifted her face from my shoulder, smiling, exhausted, looking into my eyes. "What's funny?"

"I don't know," I said, and gently leaned her backwards just a bit so I could see her breasts, heaving as she breathed, and I cupped one and lifted it to my mouth and wrapped my lips around the gumdrop nipple and suckled on it like a babe. She had amazing nipples. They even tasted like candy.

Donna giggled and ran her fingers through my hair as I suckled her. But after a few minutes she pulled away, shaking her head and pointing her finger at me.

"Okay, that's enough, or we're never gonna get out of here. I gotta get back to work."

With that she lifted her hips and my deflated cock fell out of her pussy with a soft, reluctant wet plop. She hovered above me, looking down at it, and then cupped herself between her long legs. "Holy fuck that was amazing," she breathed.

"Yeah," I grunted, looking up at her. I felt helpless, like a baby. I was spent.

"Fuck," she said again, and then climbed back to her own side of the car.

For a moment she just sat there, her panties in her hand, her breasts swaying gently, her skirt above her waist and her reddened pussy lips looking bruised and battered. She cupped herself there again, and rubbed her cuntlips, taking a deep breath. "God, my pussy feels so.... USED. Like I finally know what it's for. That was fucking incredible."

"Yeah," I said again, gaping at her.

She took a long, deep breath, and then she pulled her skirt down and put her panties in the glove compartment, then fixed her bra and pulled her shirt down. She checked herself in the mirror, reapplying her lipstick and brushing her hair.

Casually, without looking over, she said, "Put your dick away, king kong, it's time to go back to the real world," and I stuffed it in my underpants and pulled my pants back up. I'd have done anything for her then.

So she started up the car and started driving back to town. We rolled down the windows to air out the car, and soon enough the heavy feeling of sex began to dissipate and I felt calm again. She switched on the radio and found a good station.

Everything looked normal now. But my brain was still swimming with feelings and emotions about my magnificent sister and her remarkable pussy... and her beautiful breasts.... and her long, luscious legs.... and her lips......

"Hey," I said after we had been riding in silence for a few minutes.

"What?" she asked. She looked sleepy, and totally relaxed. Well-fucked, I guessed.

"You never finished your story. About Mom teaching you how to, you know...."

"Jerk off?" she suggested, laughing at my discomfort. "Jesus, you and Mom are both alike, such prudes about sexual stuff. TALKING about it, at least."

"Well, do.... I mean, do girls call it jerking off? I mean, there's nothing to jerk."

She laughed loudly, almost swerving the car. "You're right," she finally said. "I don't know what most girls call it. No, I mean playing with yourself, masturbating. Whatever. Where were we in the story, I forgot."

"Well, the last thing I remember is you wanted her to show you what to do because she was getting angry that you weren't doing it just right, and you went into the bedroom."

"Yeah, right. Okay, so she told me to get up on the bed, and I did, and then she pulled her skirt off..... and then she pulled her panties off......... and then she, uh.... She climbed up on the bed next to me..... and..... and, uh......."

She bit her lip and shifted in her seat and rubbed herself between her legs for a few seconds, then quickly put both hands on the wheel. "Ummm, you know what, Bobby? I think that... I think telling that story right now would not be a good idea. You know? If I have to go back to work and everything? That memory of that experience always gets me going, sexually. Turns me on, BIG TIME. If I tell the whole story, we're liable to end up back out in the woods again if you know what I mean? And I really do have to get back to work. Can we take it up another time?"

I was starting to get a little hot and bothered myself, so I quickly nodded. "Yeah, that'd be a good idea, we'll talk about it later."

"Right. Later. Okay." She stole a long glance at my crotch, which had a visible lump in it, and she sighed, and then returned her attention to the road. "Okay. Later. Right."

We were silent again for some minutes, calming down. Then: "Hey. Do you have a girlfriend, Bobby?" Donna asked suddenly.

The question took me very much by surprise, and my mind raced to decide how I should answer.

Finally I decided to keep as close to the truth as possible, so I wouldn't get caught in a lie. I said, "Yeah, I have one. It's kind of recent, kind of."

"Yeah? Have you fucked her yet?" she grinned over at me.

I cleared my throat. "Um, yeah. We've had sex."

"Do you love her?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I love her, definitely."

She looked over at me, and shook her head. "Jesus. You won't believe this, but I actually feel jealous right now. I really do. I wish.... I kind of wish I was her. I wish I could be your real girlfriend."

"Me too," I said truthfully, though I'd never consider losing my current girlfriend.

"What does she look like? Is she tall?"

"No, she's shorter. Actually pretty short, yeah."

"Is she skinny, or...."

"No, she's pretty curvy. You know. Voluptuous. Kind of... chubby, or whatever."

She smirked. "So she's got nice big boobs, then." I blushed and nodded in the affirmative. "Are they as big as mine?" she asked, sticking her considerable bustline out.

I pretended to evaluate. "Welllllll..... um, it's close, but.... yeah, they're... a little bigger than yours, actually."

"Bigger? Jesus, so this chick is stacked, huh?"

I nodded. "Yeah, she's pretty stacked."

She thought for a minute. "She sounds kind of like Mom, actually. Short, big tits, pleasantly plump..."

Oh shit. "Well, um, no, she's..... blonde, for one thing." I paused. "But actually, now that you mention it, I guess she does look a bit like Mom. When Mom met her, she said how much they looked alike."

"Right in front of her?"

"Oh, uh, no, not right then. But later. You know."

Donna nodded. "What's her name?"

"Monica." It was the only name I could think of.

"Hmm. Monica. That's a nice name. I'm glad for you, little brother. Even if I am insanely jealous of her. Do you have a picture of her?"

"Uh..... I don't think so.... she hates to have her picture taken. She thinks she's ugly."

"Oh, well, that's JUST like Mom. She's always going off about how fat and unattractive she is. Which is fucking crazy. Mom's beautiful."

"Yeah, definitely," I said, nodding.

"So, you've had sex with your sister and you're dating a girl who looks just like your mother. That's pretty fucked up, Bobby, you know?" We came to a stoplight and she leaned over to give me a long, deep kiss. "But I LIKE being fucked up." She kissed me again. "I fucking love fucking you, little brother."

"I fucking love fucking you too," I said, grinning.

"My pussy feels.... I can't even describe it. It feels FULL. It feels PERFECT, for the first time in my whole fucking life. Even if it is totally sick and depraved, I don't care. I don't GIVE A FUCK. I feel like your dick belongs inside me, and my pussy belongs to you. I mean... I mean, I know right now that I'll never get fucked as good as that. Never. Unless it's YOU fucking me," she laughed, and reached over to take my hand. "So.... do you think you could be my boyfriend while you're here? I mean, like, could I be your girlfriend-away-from-home?"

I laughed. "Yeah, that sounds great. My girlfriend-away-from-home."

"Okay, it's a deal," she said, and we shook hands on the deal. Jesus, so now I had two girlfriends, my mother and my sister. Yeah, it was pretty fucked up, and sick, and depraved. And I didn't give a fuck, either.

She dropped me off in front of the apartment house, and sped off after blowing me a kiss and a smile. I walked back up the steps to Donna's door, and knocked.

There was a still silence from inside that lasted so long I started to wonder if she'd gone out, but I could see our car was still parked at the curb, and then I started to wonder if there'd been an accident and she was in there lying unconscious after slipping in the tub, and then I remembered her face when we were in the bed, having just finished fucking, and the doorbell rang and it was Donna, how angry and shocked and confused she looked, and I started to wonder if Mom had done something to herself, if she'd been suddenly flooded with guilt over what we'd done and..... and..... I banged on the door and called out, "Mom! MOM! Mom!!"

Then I heard footsteps inside and the doorknob clicked and it swung open and there she was, perfectly alive and unharmed, her hair in a scrunchie, dressed in a red blouse and blue slacks and slippers.

She looked up at me in surprise. "What's wrong?" she asked.

"Nothing, I.... I just, I was knocking for a long time, and...."

"Oh," she smiled, stepping back for me to come inside. "Sorry, I fell asleep watching soap operas. You know she's got that extra TV back there in the bedroom...."

I closed the door and locked it and turned to her, my heart pounding like a jackhammer, my panic only beginning to recede. "So you're all right?"

"I'm fine, honey," she said, and gave me a dazzling smile. "Were you worried about me?" I nodded.

"Oh, baby," she said, and reached up with her hands to pull my face down for a kiss. "My big strong man, worried about his mom."

I put my arms around her, and kissed her again. "Worried about his GIRLFRIEND, don't you mean?"

She smiled, rubbing her nose against mine. "Yes, baby. I mean girlfriend. Sorry."

We stood kissing for a few minutes, and I could feel her breasts smashed against me, and I remembered how much I loved her and adored her, how she was simply my favorite person in the whole world, sex or no sex.

I guess I felt guilty for cheating on her just now.... but honestly, the truth is I didn't feel guilty. Because I'd cheated with my sister, her own daughter? The level of guilt I SHOULD feel over that, of course, was beyond measure.... But I just didn't. I felt okay about it. I was kissing my mom, my girlfriend, the woman I loved above all others.

And also, I had just had sex with my sister. Really, it was just another thing to me. I was fine with it. I could easily have told Mom about it, if I didn't know how devastating it would be to her.

So we kissed, then we stood looking into each other's eyes for a long time, arms wrapped around each other. Then she quietly said, "I'm very angry with you, you know."

I nodded. "I know. You're right."

"Oh? What am I right about?"

"I forgot about the lunch, and we could have got caught. It was stupid, and wrong, and I'm really sorry. I promise never to do it again."

She smiled, and kissed me again, and said, "Okay. I forgive you." We walked over and sat on the couch. "I tried to be mad at you after you left, but it all just.... melted away. I felt so good, so satisfied and happy and in love, so SATED, if that's the word, so FULL and CONTENT after our lovemaking, I just...."

She threw up her hands. "I decided I couldn't be mad at you. I can't be mad at you. All you have to do is kiss me and make love to me, and... poof! Off it goes, the anger. You have total, complete control of me, Bobby. In the last four days you've filled me with such.... such happiness and gratification and pleasure.... I can't imagine anything really ever making me mad at you again. I just can't."

I bet I could think of something, I thought, but I just nodded and smiled. "I know what you mean. I feel like I have everything I've ever wanted right now."

"Yes!" she said, giggling and blushing. "Yes. Everything I've ever wanted. I have a perfect man with a perfect body making love to me whenever I want, and he loves me, he loves ME, the way I look, how old I am, all of it, HE LOVES ME. He wants me. It's the most incredible thing. And even BETTER than that, it's my own beautiful son who I loved more than anyone, who I cherish with all my heart and who I'm best friends with anyway, even before all the other stuff happened!

"Do you know what I mean?" she went on. "I mean, I loved being with you even before all of this! You were the man I loved the most ALREADY. What has happened on this trip has only made everything deeper, better. I love you so much, Bobby." She took my hand and brought it to her lips and kissed it. "You're my miracle. Do you know that?"

I stroked her lips with my thumb, and she wrapped them around my thumb and gently sucked it. I watched my thumb disappear into her mouth. Christ, the simplest things on her part were the sexiest things I could imagine. My cock started getting hard immediately.

"Um, could we...?" I asked, nodding towards the bedroom.

She stopped. "I don't ... I don't think we should, sweetie," she said quietly, taking hold of my hand again. "We came SO CLOSE this morning...."

"Yeah but she's definitely gone back to work, I'm positive of it, she won't be back until after five, for SURE. Don't you want to?"

"YES of COURSE I want to, baby, you KNOW I want to, but I just don't think we should take the chance. I just.... I don't know...." She squeezed my hand like she wanted me to talk her into it. I could tell she was on the fence.

But I didn't want to push her, she was right, we shouldn't take such a big chance. So I nodded and squeezed her hand back and said, "Okay. You're right, Mom. We gotta me careful, you're right. I'm sorry to pressure you."

"It's all right. I like the way you pressure me," she smiled, and kissed me. Her breasts settled against my hand in her lap, they were so big. "We will as soon as we can, okay?"

"Okay, Mom." We kissed a bit more, and the pressure of my hardened cock against my jeans was growing intense.

Finally I sat back and said, "Um, sorry, but... I kind of have to go take care of something, okay? I'll be right back."

"Okay," she said doubtfully, and then I stood up and the sizeable bulge in my pants was level with her face and she gazed at it. "Is that what you have to take care of?" she asked, looking up at me.

I cleared my throat. "Yeah, I just.... especially with you around, it doesn't really go away by itself, that's all. I'll be right back."

I started for the bathroom, but her hand on my leg stopped me. "Wait.... wait."

I looked down at her, as she looked at the swelling denim. I waited.

She licked her lips and said, "Well.... you know..... the honest truth is, uh.... You're absolutely positive she went back to work?"

"Yes."

"Absolutely, positively certain?"

"Absolutely."

Her hand on my thigh drifted upwards to cup the bulge, and she leaned forward and kissed it. "Well.... you know, I don't like to leave things that I start unfinished.... Maybe there's something QUICK we could do, that, uh... would take care of the problem. Do you think?"

"Maybe," I grunted, as she gently squeezed me.

"Not the whole nine yards, of course, but...." Another kiss, and a lick. Then she took hold of my zipper and slowly pulled it down. "Maybe just a quick little .... blowjob, then?"

And before I could move she had the zipper down, and she unbuckled my belt, and unbuttoned my jeans, and my cock suddenly pushed through the hole, released. She giggled, looking at it sticking up and said, "I had no idea when I started buying you this brand of underwear that it had this little malfunction. I think I'm going to buy you some MORE."

With that she pulled my jeans down to my knees. I still had my shoes on so I couldn't step out of them. She kissed the missle-like lump, then she wrapped her lips around it and took it into her mouth.

Oh, shit. Oh SHIT. Her hands were stroking my legs, and one hand went up to wrap itself around my cock, her other hand came up and cupped my balls, too, and reached back and squeezed my buttcheeks. Jesus! I jumped, I had to put my hand on her head to steady myself.

She took a deep breath and guided my penis deeper into her mouth than she'd ever taken it, and I knew I was at the gates of Heaven, when suddenly we heard footsteps outside the door, and then somebody knocked.

Mom's mouth popped immediately off of my cock and she looked in horror up at me, and I quickly reached down and pulled my pants up. She quickly sat back on the couch and smoothed her hair and her blouse, and I ran for the bathroom.

There was another knock, and from the bathroom I watched my mother stand up and compose herself again and open the door. There was a brief conversation, I heard another woman's voice but didn't recognize it---it wasn't Donna, at least---and my mother accepted something from her, said thank you, and closed the door.

I went back out into the living room and saw that she was holding a DVD of a movie. Mom tossed it on the coffee table and said, "That was Donna's downstairs neighbor. I guess they loan each other movies, and she brought this one up for Donna to watch tonight." She took a deep breath. "Honey, we better not...."

I nodded and said, "I know, Mom. There's too many chances to get caught. I get it."

So Mom got busy washing clothes and cleaning the "filthy" kitchen and bathrooms, which looked fine to me frankly, and I sat on the couch and watched TV.

I was honestly kind of glad the neighbor had come by when she did, because as jacked-up as I constantly was for my mother, my cock was worn to a frazzle right now after that marathon fucking session in the car with my sister, and I needed a break. So I just watched a bunch of dumb TV shows all afternoon, and eventually fell asleep.