The After Wedding Party Pt. 02

The After Wedding Party - The Aftermath

Jimmy and Carol were like teenagers, always having the hots for each other. They risked all for their stolen moments.

All characters engaged in any sexual activity are at least 18 years of age.

Chapter 01

Jimmy and Carol Lissen had tasted the forbidden fruit, and there was no way they could stop!

Several weeks had passed since the fateful night when Carol and her son, Jimmy, had sex for the first time. It happened after Carol's daughter, Grace, got married and while they were staying at the Embassy Suites hotel. It was fueled by a lack of sex from her husband and too much champagne.

They were like animals in rut, giving themselves up to the sex act. For a brief period, they were not mother and son but pseudo-porn stars acting out their fantasies with each other. They topped their night of illicit acts by having that rarity among lovers: multiple simultaneous orgasms!

By the time they fell into a deep sleep induced by alcohol and exhaustion from their uninhibited sex, Carol's pussy overflowed with her son's seed, and his ball sac was empty. They were left with a residual need to fuck again as soon as and as often as possible.

They also learned that night that, once broken, the social rules against incest were no match for their intense lust for each other. Their need was primeval, harkening back to the caves when procreation was the driving force.

When there was no social taboo on incest, a primitive man could watch his son fuck his mother. He would squat in the cave by a smoky fire hearing his mate squeal in ecstasy as she fucked her son. Even he realized that the intensity of their fucking was something he or no other caveman could compete with, so he made the first rule against incest; no fucking your mother!

Even the cavemen knew instinctively that once a mother and son broke the incest rule and blended maternal and sexual love, it was a fire they couldn't control and could consume them.

The following morning, Carol and Jimmy were embarrassed by what had happened. They managed to have a whispered conversation while her husband, Tom, was showering. They agreed that it was a mistake and should never happen again.

The issue was that they had amazing sex, easily the best they ever had! Sex that good demanded repetition.

Their relationship underwent significant changes in many ways. They were no longer just an affectionate mother and a loving son; they were lovers. Their new clandestine sexual relationship was like a pot on low heat, never coming to a boil but continually emitting steam.

Unnoticed by their families and friends, their greetings became more intimate. Their hugs tended to linger, with their hands drifting down from their waists to their ass cheeks. Their kisses sometimes missed their cheeks, and their lips touched and lingered.

The families routinely exchanged visits, so they were often in close proximity to each other. Once, while Jimmy and Helen were visiting, Jimmy and Carol passed each other in the hall while Carol was coming from the bathroom. She was heading back to the kitchen, where her husband and Jimmy's wife sat.

They embraced in the hallway, partially hidden by an alcove. Carol pulled her son into the alcove, wrapped her arms around his neck, and passionately kissed him. Jimmy returned her kiss while cupping his mother's behind and squeezing it.

"We need to stop, Jimmy," she whispered hoarsely. Belying her plea, her hips rotated against the bulge in his pants.

Her son lifted her skirt, slipped his hands inside her panties, and partially pushed them down.

"I want to fuck you," he said.

They were beyond the politically correct words for sex. They didn't want to 'be with' or 'sleep with'; they wanted to fuck! His index finger pressed against her anus until it penetrated to the first knuckle.

"I want you too, baby! I lay in bed at night thinking about fucking you."

Carol pressed her rump back, burying Jimmy's finger deeper in her bowels. As she rotated her crotch against his manhood, his finger reamed her asshole.

She dropped one hand between them and gripped his manhood through his jeans. As she did, she looked up and could see her husband and her daughter-in-law in profile, sitting at the kitchen table. They would see them if they turned their heads, and the game was up.

Carol and Jimmy loved their spouses. Carol was a proud and doting grandmother. Jimmy loved his wife and twins more than life itself. However, their need transcended another social convention: marriage.

"Momma, what is going on with us? This is crazy!"

He pushed Carol back into the alcove and against the wall. They kissed hungrily, their tongues dueling. Carol wrapped her legs around her son's waist.

"I know! I know! We've got to stop!"

Jimmy fumbled with his zipper while supporting his mother against the wall. Carol reached between them and impatiently snatched his jeans and underwear down.

"Momma, we can't fuck here they could catch us."

"I know! I know," she gasped, "but just stick your dick in me for a little while. Let me feel it in my pussy again then we stop."

They were lying to each other, but such was their need. Her son supported her weight with his hands under her ass and her back pressed against the wall. Carol reached between them, gripped her son's cock, and lined it up with her creaming hole.

"Just a little bit, okay, Momma?"

Carol nodded, knowing they were lying as her son's cock enter her hole.

"Oh fuck! Fuck!"

They French kissed as they ground against each other. Carol's pussy was instantly wet dripping her juices on the hardwood floor. She squealed in passion as her son pumped his cock in her. Jimmy had to quiet his mother.

"Momma, you're getting too loud." He stroked hard into Carol's pussy several times.

"Sweet Jesus, that feels good! But you're right, we have to stop."

Reluctantly Jimmy slowly withdrew his cock. His mother embraced him as he lowered her legs to the floor. Jimmy watched entranced as his mother lifted her skirt and pulled her panties up.

Eventually, fearing discovery, they parted. Clandestine meeting like these only fueled their lust for each other.

Chapter 02

Tom's Parkinson's disease prevented him from driving, so Carol became his de facto chauffeur for his doctor's appointments. He was also limited in the chores he could help with, so Carol had to hire help or attempt to do them herself.

Jimmy helped with some chores. However, their attraction was so intense that they took outrageous risks.

Once, Jimmy was on a ladder, changing light bulbs. Carol was standing in front of him, holding the ladder. She leaned in and rubbed her cheek against her son's bulging jeans.

From his vantage point, he could see his father sitting downstairs watching television.

"Suck my dick," Jimmy whispered.

"That would be so naughty," Carol giggled.

While unzipping her son's pants, she glanced nervously at her husband watching television downstairs. What she was about to do was insane but she couldn't help herself.

She pulled out Jimmy's massive, rigid tool and took it in her mouth. He balanced himself on the ladder with his hands on her shoulders while she gripped his hips. She smiled around her son's cock in her mouth as she sucked it.

Jimmy's precum filling her mouth triggered an increase in Carol's arousal. She wrapped her arms around his ass and pulled him to her, taking his cock down her throat.

Her son's eyes were partially closed, and he swayed on the ladder, nearly falling at the intensity of his mother's blowjob.

"Dear God, Momma! You suck a mean cock!"

Carol pulled back. Saliva and her son's precum dribbled down her chin.

"The things you say to your mother," she said, smiling. "Next, you'll be calling me dirty names."

"You mean like 'mommy slut'?"

"I am, you know! I'm your 'mommy slut', your whore, anything you want me to be."

Before Jimmy could answer, they heard her husband's slow, shuffling gait as he struggled to climb the stairs.

Carol quickly stepped back. She stuffed Jimmy's cock back in his pants and wiped saliva and precum from her mouth with the back of her hand.

She went to the top of the stairs and helped her husband.

"Thank you, baby," he said, pausing in the kitchen and looking up. "Son. You had better zip your pants before something jumps out."

Tom Lissen's eyes widened as he noticed his son's unzipped pants and his wife's moist lips. While watching television downstairs, he thought he heard odd sounds.

No way, he thought, shaking his head ruefully.

Chapter 03

That evening, Carol was preparing dinner when her cell phone vibrated. Like love-struck teenagers, in the month since they first fucked, she and Jimmy now routinely sexted with each other.

Carol clandestinely sent her son pictures of her naked and masturbating. Jimmy sent his mother dick photos of him masturbating to her pictures and cumming on them.

Her heart was pounding; she pulled her cell phone from her apron. It was a sext from her son, showing him stroking his cock.

Jimmy: I need to go to the supermarket for Helen. Meet me in the parking lot.

She reread the message several times, each time becoming more aroused. She and her son had been sexting, trying to arrange a meeting. They hadn't had a good fuck since in the hotel after the wedding. Their stolen moments only increased their lust for each other.

Jimmy had family obligations with his wife and the twins, and Carol had her infirmed husband to care for.

"Shit," she said overly dramatically.

"What's wrong, baby?"

"The kids are coming by tomorrow, and I forgot to pick up the marinade for the ribs. And Grace and her husband are coming by early. I'd better go get it now,"

Carol grabbed her purse and car keys. She wore an old sleeveless sundress, cotton panties, and an old bra. She needed a manicure, and she hadn't shaved her pussy in several days. She wanted to dress in something sexier, but that might look suspicious.

"I'll be back in a few." She kissed Tom on his forehead and rushed out of the door.

Waves of guilt washed over her as she backed the car out of the garage and headed toward the store. She had just lied to her husband and was rushing to hopefully fuck his son. Incest was complicating her life, but she was addicted and couldn't stop.

She drove with one hand while the other raised the hem of her dress. She pushed the gusset of the panties aside and fingered her pussy while she drove. A few times, her eyes closed, and she had to swerve to avoid an accident.

I need to be careful. I haven't been this hot in years.

Carol drove slowly down the aisle between the rows of parked cars, looking for Jimmy's minivan. As desperation at not finding him gripped her, she saw headlights flash, indicating where her son was parked. She pulled into the space next to him.

Jimmy had let the rear seat down, creating more space in the van's cargo area. The twins' car seats were tossed to the side. He slid the cargo door open and sat with his legs hanging out.

Carol's cotton panties were soaked in anticipation of meeting her son. She saw him sitting, waiting for her as she opened her car's driver's side door.

"How adventuresome are you?" Jimmy asked.

Carol stepped between her son's legs, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him deeply. She knew the risk of being so intimate in such a public place. Their neighbors and friends shopped at this store; anyone might see them.

"How adventuresome do you want me to be?" Carol said sassily.

She knew she should share with him her early swinger lifestyle at some point. She wasn't sure if she wanted to return to that lifestyle, but if she did, her son would be her partner.

The two lovers' needs were such that they didn't care. The heat of their passion drove them. It was not love in the classical sense, where two people come together, and sex is the outcome of a burgeoning relationship.

Their bond developed in the womb and grew as the fetus grew. Her body fed the fetus, strengthening the mother/son bond. After the miracle of his birth, the intimacy of breastfeeding him, nourishing his body with her breast milk, added a physical dimension to that love. She recalled not necessarily getting sexual satisfaction from breastfeeding him, but got the same sated feeling as she had after sex.

They kissed again, and Jimmy raised the hem of his mother's dress to her waist. He slipped his hands into her panties and pushed them down below her ass cheeks.

"Finish taking them off," his mother whispered.

"Are you sure? Maybe we should get in the van and close the door."

"WE will! But I want to show you the depth of my commitment to you and us. What we're doing is wrong! I'm cheating on my husband and fucking his son. We'll probably burn in Hell for it. However, I want no restrictions on what we do or where we do it."

Jimmy stepped between the van and the car parked next to it. He squatted in front of Carol. He grasped the elastic of her panties and pulled them down. She stepped out of them, leaving them in his hands.

Carol held his head to her pussy when he leaned in and kissed it.

"Dear God, I've been aching for you to touch me."

Carol opened her legs. "Tongue my pussy."

Dutifully her son tongued her pussy, eliciting soft moans from his mother.

"Momma, do you want us to fuck right here between the cars? I will if you want us to."

"Baby, your mother would fuck you on the busiest corner in town with passersby watching. I want your dick in me! I've dreamed about it for more than a month. I want you so bad, I don't care where we do it or who sees us."

Carol's had buzzed with her need. Her pussy dripped her juices and they ran down her thighs.

Jimmy stood and sat down. He pulled his mother between his legs, and they kissed again. They were like teenagers, unmindful of anything except their need.

Carol squatted, unzipped her son's pants, and extracted his cock. She looked him in the eye as she repeatedly licked his shaft from his balls to his acorn head.

Jimmy pulled her to her feet. "Let's get inside."

He turned and crawled into the van. His eyes bucked when his mother pulled her dress off while standing between the cars. She smiled wickedly as she tossed her dress in and crawled in.

"I hope you're ready for the slut you've unleashed. I feel freer than I have in years. Take off my bra."

She turned her back to him, and Jimmy unhooked the clasps and helped her pull off her bra. Jimmy leaned against the seat, wearing only his shirt, and Carol lay her head on his chest. Jimmy stroked his naked mother's bare behind.

"I know we don't have much time now, but I wanted to show you there are no limits to what I'll do for you."

Carol shivered when she felt his lips on her titties. She groaned softly as his lips sucked at her aching nipples. She caressed his head, harkening back to their breastfeeding days when he was a baby.

A low gasp escaped her throat, and for the first time in years, she felt that tingle of anticipation in her pussy. She spread her thighs, took her son's hand, and placed it on her sex.

A low moan escaped her lips as he rubbed her there.

"Fuck your mommy, baby, fuck her now!"

Carol lay down on her back next to the van's open door. When Jimmy tried to close it, she stopped him.

"I may regret this afterward, but right now, I want anybody who walks by to see me fucking my son."

The intensity of his mother's need frightened Jimmy. Still, as he lay between her spread legs, he knew that they were entering into an incestuous relationship that would involve high-risk sex.

"Oh my fucking God! Jimmy," she said lustfully as her son's cock entered her. "Look at me, baby. I want us to look into each other's eyes as we fuck."

Carol was entirely out of control. The intensity of her maternal love augmented her sexual need. Gone were all thoughts of her reputation and her marriage. The only thing she was aware of was her son's cock filling her hole.

"Your dick feels amazing in me!" Carol nibbled lightly at his ear as they settled into a rhythm.

"I miss you in your panties like you were in the hotel."

"Next time," Carol groaned as her hips pumped up, burying Jimmy's cock deep in her pussy.

Carol wrapped her legs around her son's back. She glanced out the open door and saw people moving about the parking lot, leading their everyday lives, either hurrying into the supermarket or pushing shopping carts to their vehicles. It all seemed so normal.

And here I am fucking my son in the back of his van.

"Momma, I love the way...!" Jimmy stopped, searching for the right words.

"You love the way your mother fucks? Say it. Say, Momma, I love the way you fuck."

"Momma, I love the way you fuck."

"Say: I want you to be my slut."

Jimmy repeated what his mother told him to say. His wife, Helen, was an amazing fuck. She was shy and inexperienced when they met. Under his tutelage, she had opened up becoming the proverbial lady in the streets but a whore in the sheets. However, she was not as vocal as his mother.

The lovers lost themselves in the intensity of their lovemaking. The outside world ceased to exist. Their world was their sweating bodies conjoined by Jimmy's cock fucking in a wild abandon.

They were never sure how many times Jimmy's cell phone chimed before they heard it. They experienced several moments of panic until they found Jimmy's pants and extracted the phone.

Carol stopped him when he attempted to pull his cock out of her. "Don't stop fucking me!"

"Hello."

Jimmy listened as his wife added things to the list she gave him. While she was talking, his mother was flexing her honey hole, stroking her son's cock.

"By the way, I ran into my mother at the supermarket. She says hi."

"Oh, let me talk to her," Helen said, " I need to ask her what I should bring to the barbecue tomorrow.

Mother and son fucked while his wife talked to her on the phone. It was an example of their commitment to high-risk sex.

"I know, I know," Carol said sadly after he hung up, "you have to go. I should go too!"

"Yes, but I want one more hard fuck of your amazing pussy before I do."

He began to fuck her in deep, savage strokes. He positioned himself so that he could play with her titties with one hand. His deep strokes, combined with his caressing fingers, drove her wild.

"Fantastic!" she breathed. "Oh shit, it's fantastic!"

"You feel so good, honey," he said. "You feel so fucking good. So tight. So Goddamned tight. I've never had a better piece of ass."

Her son's explicit words excited her. Carol knew that the illicitness of fucking her son added to the intensity of their sex. She also knew she would give up everything she had to have him fuck her everyday.

They mouthed all the nasty words as they fucked; slut, whore, etc. However, at a visceral level, Carol meant them. She was her son's woman to command; there was nothing she wouldn't do for her son and lover!

She wrapped her legs around him, her hungry pussy drawing his rod deeper with each stroke. She managed to reach between them and let her fingertips stroke his heavy sac.

"Jesus Christ!" he yelled. "I'm cumming, baby! I'm going to cum! I'm going to drop my load! Jesus Christ, BABY!"

Carol was ready for the thick jism that would fill her insides. For sex to be complete with her son, he had to cum in her. The risk of an illicit pregnancy only added to the kinkiness.

"Do you want to make a baby with your mother?" she asked, gasping.

"What?!"

Jimmy was confused and frightened. He hadn't considered his mother getting pregnant. He assumed she was on birth control.

He kept thrusting into her, and his cum kept spurting until she thought it would never stop. He finally gave one last thrust and sighed. His cock dropped limply out of her cunt, and she grabbed it.

"Momma," he moaned. "What are you doing?"

"I'm getting you hard again," she said.

"I can't, I have to go," he protested.

"One more time, son, just one more time," she pleaded.

She was hot for his cock to be back into her again. It was like the gangbang. She was addicted to her son's cock, and whatever the price was, she was prepared to risk it all.

"Jesus!" he moaned.

She sucked his cock into the back of her throat, and he started to respond immediately. His cock grew, and she felt him leaking hot fluid into the back of her throat. She released him and pulled him over her once again.

"I'm so hot," she moaned. "Put it in me. Put that big thing in me again!"

Jimmy was a good son. He wanted to please his mother. He shoved his thick cock into her pussy once again. This time he fucked her slower but just as deep.

She pressed against him with each thrust.

"Ummm, Jimmy," she said softly. "You feel so good. You're making me feel so good."

"Yeah, Momma," he grunted. "Yeah!"

She felt the first delicious shiver go up her back, and she pressed herself even tighter against him.

"Now give it to me," she begged. "It's your pussy! Fuck it hard!"

He knew what she wanted, and once more, he began to slam his big cock into her savagely. The steady slap of his balls against her ass and each deep, pussy filling stroke made her tingle all over.

"God, yes!" she moaned. "God, yes, I'm going to cum. God, yes, I'm cumming. Oh fuck, it feels good. It feels so fucking good. Oh fuck! FUCKKKKK!"

It was fantastic. A great sense of relief went over her as she bathed his thick cock with her juices. She raised her ass off the car seat one last time as she pulled his staff deep within her.

"Oh, Jimmy," she said. "You know how to fuck your mother."

Jimmy grimaced as he pulled his now sensitive cockhead out of his mother's cunt. Dripping with sweat, he sat beside her with his back against the car seat, his legs spread and extended. His soft cock lay on his thigh.

"You're insatiable," he said.

"Just with you," his mother said, draping her body over his. "With your father's illness, I'd resigned myself to less sex."

Carol turned, laid her head on her son's chest, and put her leg between his. She watched the people living their ordinary lives move about the supermarket parking lot. She knew her life would never be ordinary again.

"We had better do our shopping and go."

Carol reached for her panties and bra, and her son stopped her.

"I want to know you're naked under that dress while we shop."

"But my tits are so big they'll be bouncing all over the place."

"I know. I want the men to lust after my slut and the women to be outraged but jealous."

Carol shivered as she complied with her man's wishes.

Chapter 04

Jimmy and his wife, Helen, sat in lounge chairs by the pool the following day. Their bellies were full of an excellent barbecue rib dinner with baked potato and roasted corn on the cob, and they were sipping excellent wine.

Jimmy and his father wore the usual men's swimsuits, which had longer legs than Speedos but were just as tight. Helen wore a modest seafoam green two-piece bikini with a matching sarong.

Carol wore a side-tie string bikini of little more than three pieces of white triangular cloth. The two pieces covering her massive breasts looked like pasties, while the cloth covering her sex created a large cameltoe. The strings were little more than dental floss.

The suit came from her collection of costumes from their swinging days. She had gained weight since then, and the fit was quite tight. She and Tom had a brief, intense argument about the propriety of wearing such a revealing swimsuit. Carol pointed out that it was just family.

The suit reflected Carol's resurgent sexuality. For twenty years after they dropped out of the swinging lifestyle, she had been content with Tom's cock. However, fucking her son brought out the inner slut, the one who took all cummers at the swap parties.

"You did good, son," Tom said, complimenting his son's cooking.

"Thank you, Dad! I had a good teacher."

He was a little jealous. For years, he was the chief of the barbecue grill; now, his son was replacing him. What he did not know at the time but suspected was his son had also replaced him in his wife's pussy.

Tom noticed that she no longer tried to get him hard enough to fuck her. Privately, he was grateful for that. He was embarrassed at not being able to fuck his wife.

However, he noticed Jimmy was spending more time here doing the household maintenance chores that Carol couldn't or wouldn't do. While he was grateful his son was helping his mother with routine household maintenance, he noticed some unsettling things.

Aside from his suspicions about what may have happened on the ladder while Jimmy changed the light bulbs, there was last night.

Carol said she had to go to the store for marinade for the ribs. However, he saw the marinade in the refrigerator while getting a beer. Also, when she was undressing for bed later that same night, she wasn't wearing panties or a bra. He was almost sure she wore them when dressing that morning.

She told him that she ran into Jimmy at the supermarket and offered that as an excuse for being gone so long.

Carol and Tom were ex-swingers. He had watched his wife fuck innumerable people. As his illness progressed and he was unable to perform in bed, he considered contacting some of those old friends to set something up.

He felt an unfamiliar stirring in his groin as he recalled how much he enjoyed watching Carol fuck someone. Part of sharing was being open about who you fucked.

Tom had vague memories of waking up in the hotel during the night to loud moans and groans. Carol wasn't in bed, and he assumed she was in the bathroom. He was too drunk to investigate and assumed the sex sounds were coming from the next suite.

He suspected she was fucking their son and he was unsure of how he felt about that. He recalled how nervous they were in the hotel the morning after the wedding. They were like kids after their first time, embarrassed and excited by what they had done.

He resolved to pay more attention to their interactions.

Throughout the morning and into the afternoon, Carol took every opportunity to display her body to her son. She would lie on the lounger with her legs spread, knowing the bottom pulled between her cunt lips. When she lay down, the top rode up, exposing her nipples.

She was so hot she wanted Jimmy to throw her down on the pool deck and fuck her. Damn, the consequences!

"I'll get it," Jimmy said when the doorbell rang. "It's probably Grace."

"Oh! I'll go with you. I haven't seen my baby since the wedding. Help me up, Jimmy."

Jimmy grabbed his mother's extended hand and pulled her to her feet. She walked in front of him to the door, her hips swinging seductively,

Her son embraced her from behind when they were out of sight of the pool. With one hand, he cupped one huge jug and squeezed it while the other pushed aside the insubstantial cloth triangle covering her honey hole and inserted his finger.

"Momma, you slut, you've been teasing me all day."

"Yes, I am your slut, and yes, I was teasing you."

The doorbell rang again.

Giggling, Carol broke away from her son's embrace and opened the door.

"Hi, Momma."

"Grace! How are you? And Allen, how have you been?"

Carol hugged her daughter and newly minted son-in-law. As she was hugging Allen, Jimmy entered the foyer.

"Gracie! Allen! How are you?"

Jimmy pumped Allen's hand and embraced his sister. He tried not to react when his sister surreptitiously pinched his butt.

"Come on! We're out on the pool deck."

Carol led the way, followed by Allen, Gracie, and finally Jimmy. Jimmy lifted his sister's short denim skirt and squeezed her ass. She looked back over her shoulder, smiled, and winked.

Jimmy and Gracie had an on-and-off love affair for many years. As prepubescent children, they shared a room with bunk beds. Although there was no sexual contact, they became aware of the difference in their bodies.

Their affair began innocently enough, with Gracie asking Jimmy for dating advice. Ever the twenty-first-century siblings, they routinely communicated over social media while Jimmy was at college. When at eighteen, Gracie made her first tentative steps in her sexual life, it was Jimmy, via text messages, who counseled her initially about condoms and, as she progressed, birth control.

They were young adults, Gracie, 18, and Jimmy, 23, before the close sibling relationship exploded in an intense sexual encounter.

Chapter 05

Her parents were supposed to take Gracie on a road trip to tour several college campuses as she struggled to choose. However, Tom was in the early stages of Parkinson's, having tremors, constipation, and rigidity. His doctor advised against long periods of inactivity that would happen during a long road trip.

Jimmy was taking a gap year after college and volunteered for the trip. His mother was overjoyed. She had considered canceling the trip.

The first college stop was a four-hour drive from their home. Jimmy and Grace left early and arrived at the motel near the campus before noon. Their mother had made reservations for two rooms: one with two beds for her and Tom and one for Grace.

"Look, we don't need two rooms," Grace said. "Let's just take the room with the twin beds."

"I know we shared a room when we were kids. However, we're grown now and need our privacy."

"Don't worry," Grace said devilishly, "I used to listen to you masturbate when we shared a room, so it won't bother me if you have to rub one out."

"Grace, you're impossible!"

Jimmy playfully slapped his sister on her butt. She jumped, screamed, and grabbed her behind.

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The siblings spent an exhausting afternoon meeting with college counselors, touring dormitories, and reviewing class schedules. They decided to eat dinner at an intimate Italian restaurant just off the campus. They returned to their shared motel room tired, with a full belly and a little high from the wine.

"Long day," Jimmy said. He held the key card in front of the sensor, the lights flashed, and the door opened.

Grace brushed by her brother, grabbed her overnight bag, and hurried into the bathroom.

"Hey, I didn't agree to you showering first!"

"It's the barber shop rule; first come, first serve!" Laughing, Grace closed and locked the bathroom door.

Fuming, Jimmy turned on the television, stripped and wrapped a towel around his waist, and got a beer out of the service bar. He was on his second beer when his sister finally exited the bathroom.

Grace was barefoot, wearing one of Jimmy's old T-shirts, panties, and a towel wrapped around her head.

"It's about time!"

He mused that she had filled out a lot since the last time he saw her in her night clothes five years ago.

"I had to do my nighttime beauty regime," Grace said in playful indignation.

"Well, you had better do it again. It didn't work!"

Grace charged her brother, howling her indignation. She leaped on him and initially pinned him to the bed. They tussled playfully on the bed for several moments. Jimmy, at 6'1" and 210 pounds, was 6 inches taller and 50 pounds heavier than his sister.

He ended up on top of her with her hands pinned above her head. Their playful wrestling match caused Jimmy to lose his towel; he was naked with his cock pressed against his sister's panties.

Grace's wriggling trying to escape, caused them to dry hump each other. The siblings stared at each other, aware they were crossing a line.

"We'd better stop," Jimmy said, releasing his sister's hands. He was sweating, and his cock was at half-mast.

Before he could get up, Grace wrapped her legs around his back and her arms around his neck.

"Why? For most of my life, you were my mentor on all things sexual. You even told me via text messages about watching my teeth when I give blowjobs. Don't you want to see how well I learned your lessons?"

"Let me up! You're impossible!"

Grace pulled his head down and gave him a long, passionate, tongue-filled kiss.

Jimmy struggled briefly then surrendered to the kiss and her gyrations of her pussy against his cock. They kissed for several moments with their hands roaming over their bodies.

Grace reached between them, grabbed her brother's cock and lined it up with her pussy.

"What about your panties?"

"We don't have time!"

In one motion, she pushed the gusset of her panties to the side, and thrust her hips up, burying her brother's cock in her hole.

"Aw fuck! You're huge," Grace exclaimed.

Jimmy stroked several times into the tightest, wettest pussy he ever had.

"All the better to fuck you with my dear!"

"I know you don't say that to the other women you fuck," Grace giggled.

Jimmy stroked slowly and evenly into his sister's pussy. He was surprised at how natural it felt.

"Are you always such a chatterbox?" he asked.

"Not always. I'm just nervous, and you feel so good in me," she gasped.

"I love your pussy," Lil Sis!"

Sweat streamed off them as their tempo increased. Grace's legs tightened around her brother's back as they fucked.

"I want you to cum in me and then we 69 while I clean your dick and you suck your cum out of my pussy. Then we can kiss..."

"WHOA! This is a five-day trip. We've got plenty of time."

"I know! I want us to do it all every night!"

And they did every night!

They hooked up the night before Jimmy got married. He returned the favor the night before her wedding.

For the next several years, they were casual lovers of opportunity. When the moon and the sun started aligning and they could hook up, they did.

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