I Need My Mommy, I Need My Daddy

Again? I fixed this... what a month ago?

I think there is a threatening tone to the emails but after thinking about it, that is not true.

'You have exceeded the amount of your storage subscription. If you do not address the issue in two days, you will stop receiving emails and the sender will be notified that you are not accepting their email.'

Can't have that happen. Can't have customers receive that reply.

Last month I subscribed for a 10 times storage increase. I thought that would hold me for the next five years.

But now... what is going on? Already over that amount? It seemed impossible to happen so soon.

Each time they send helpful hints on how to fix the problem without buying more.

Last month, I didn't have time to review them.

I just assumed that after ten years of using the service it seemed reasonable that I ran out of space.

I have a call in an hour with a prospective customer.

He would double my revenue if I sign him.

I really need to glam up for him.

I understand he is a ladies man.

If I need to fuck him, I will, I absolutely need to sign this prospect.

I will deal with the storage problem after that.

A hot shower is just what I need to relax for the call.

Rinse, lather, rinse then... no, don't have time for the next part.

But it has been a week since the last time.

Maybe I should, maybe it will relax me even more.

Why can't I kick this masturbation habit?

Why can't I land a date with the express reason of getting laid?

Sometimes I wish I never divorced. Sex was the one thing Cameron and I did well together.

The rest, well forget about it.

Especially how he would cheat with girls half my age.

I thought he was joking when he said he would trade me in for two 20s... and he did.

Catching him in bed, our bed with the two of them was a lot, but I forgave him.

And then I caught him with her. I don't even want to think about what I saw that night that triggered the divorce.

I don't blame any of the girls for enjoying him. Except for one.

She enjoyed Daddy too much.

Once they started, neither one could stop.

I thought about his size and how he used it.

I miss that terribly.

So good. Such orgasms.

Sigh.

I didn't even notice I had the shower head between my legs, the hot water felt so good spraying my pussy.

Why not? I have time.

I held it there while I squeezed my nipple.

I closed my eyes and fantasized Cameron was entering me, filling my vagina with his manhood.

In and out, thrusting against me, banging me up against the headboard.

He was fucking me so hard.

The good old days.

I bucked up against the shower head. Should have brought my dildo.

Wild thought, maybe he will do it with me one more time. Why not? Divorced couples do it all the time... or so I want to believe.

What was that sound?

Something hit the floor.

An intruder? No, can't be. I had the alarm on.

Kirk was up in his room. As usual sleeping his morning away.

He needs a job... and a girlfriend.

So many towels and sometimes underwear with cum spots. Sometimes my panties.

Doesn't he think I notice?

I should let him do his own wash, but I baby him.

Speaking of towels, I thought I hung one next to the shower.

Where is it?

Oh, it fell off the hook.

Might as well get out. Finish my fantasy in bed tonight with all my toys.

I see, the brush fell to the floor, but, it's not that heavy to make a sound like that.

Huh...

Anyway, half hour to the call. Need to speed up. Wasted five minutes masturbating.

***

I ended the FaceTime.

That couldn't have gone better.

So excited! He requested a contract! Oh my god!

Fist pump and I shouted out - yes!

'Good news Mom?'

I turned to the door. There was Kirk.

He was bare chested and wearing a pair of tight, white boxers.

I thought I threw those away.

I need to buy him new ones. The cloth so thin I can see his...

I had to turn back to the computer.

Oh god, oh god... his penis. I could distinctly see the outline of the shaft and the big head.

Really? That big? It's rivals Cameron. Must have received Dad's big cock gene.

'Yeppers, might have landed a big fish, so big I want you to help. It's about time, you learned the business. I want to keep it in the family.'

He walked up behind me, He began rubbing my shoulders. It felt good.

I need a massage, so tight. Too much hunching over the computer.

'Absolutely Mom. I can help you out with a lot of things.'

'Kirk, that feels good. Where did you learn to do that?'

'Dunno, just thought you needed one. I can do more to help you stay loose.'

He kissed me on the cheek.

When he bent over, one hand slid down to my breast.

An electric shock ignited throughout my body. So long since someone's hand touched my breast.

'Kirk!'

'Oh, sorry Mom, it slipped. Sorry, sorry, sorry.'

'Kirk, it's OK, it was an accident.'

'Yes Mom, it was an accident.'

Such a peculiar tone to his response. Like it was not an accident.

Naw, what am I thinking?

'Kirk, let's celebrate tonight. Unless you have plans.'

I would be shocked if he did.

'I will clear my calendar for you Mom.'

One more squeeze on the shoulders, another peck on the cheek.

I thought he left.

I swiveled back to the door, need a cup of coffee.

He was still standing right behind me.

I was inches from his penis. The head bigger than I thought.

Now I could see part of his large testicles, on the sides of the long, thick shaft.

I was shocked, I slid backwards, bumping into the desk hard causing me to rebound forward.

The force threw me back towards him.

I stopped my rebound with my hands on his thighs and my mouth landing right on his penis.

I should have, but I didn't move.

Even worse, I instinctively opened my mouth like I was taking the head inside.

'It's OK Mom.'

He placed his hands on the back of my head, pulling me closer.

I should pull his boxers down and do it for real.

It has been so long.

I am so good at it.

I always made Cameron cum.

I can do it for Kirk... and me.

Reaching up to the waist band, I slowly pulled them down, never leaving my position, head still in my mouth.

Pulling all the way down until the waist band hit my nose.

Most of the shaft available to me, but the big head still covered.

I leaned back to drop them all the way down, knowing I would be back on it.

Soon! For real! Finally a cock in my mouth.

The moment was broken with the familiar sound of an incoming FaceTime call.

Siri announced 'Call from Rocky Milrose.'

'Kirk, I have to take this, it's the big fish.'

He pulled his shorts all the way down for me.

His penis - such enormous length! And thick. Oh god. I need it right now.

Kirk stepped out of his shorts and placed them on my lap.

Suddenly I didn't care about the new business. I started to move off the chair and move to a kneeling position.

He was about to receive the best blowjob ever.

But at the moment, Kirk cared about the new business more than me.

'Mom, I will be up in my room waiting for you.'

I watched as he walked out of the office.

I could follow him, I wanted to follow him but I didn't.

I picked up my phone.

'Hi Rocky!'

***

This is going way better than I expected. Time to scrap the plan and plow straight ahead.

The thought of a night in bed with Mom, our first night, maybe our only night, was way too exciting.

I have to masturbate. Like right now.

No, no, no! Mom will help with that as soon as she finishes her call.

She was moving to her knees! A blowjob! She was going to give me a blowjob.

This is just too good to be true.

I think back to a month ago when I discovered the Mommy Son videos.

Damn I got turned on watching them.

I had such satisfying cum explosions.

I had to save the videos. I signed up for the site using Mom's credit card.

She will never notice. It's our 'family' card that does not get the scrutiny her business card gets.

She counts pennies on the business card, never looks at the personal card.

There were a lot of videos to download. Of course I needed the best resolution which chewed up a lot of storage.

I downloaded anything with Mommy or Mom in the title.

I created a checklist to watch: Do It, Cum Inside Your Mother!; Make Me Cum Mom!; Mom Swap Club; Mom, Guide Me In; Mom, I am Going to Pull Out; Mom, I Can't Do This to Dad; Mom, Is It Time?

I left off the videos where it was two Mom's fucking each other. Maybe later.

There are over twenty videos. Fuck it, I don't need the checklist. I can see what I watched looking at the last update date.

I decided to keep a journal with my thoughts on each video.

I could look back and decide what to watch again, maybe even give them a grade.

The last download, I received the warning that the subscribed storage space had been exceeded.

Pretty sure Mom received the same message.

Last month she told me about the message and how she increased the storage ten times without investigating why.

That was before I started downloading my videos.

I wasn't worried, pretty sure she will just blindly increase the storage.

After watching a couple of videos, I started to look at Mom differently.

She did not let her body go. At 42 she still has it. Pretty face, really long blonde hair, piercing blue yes, good sized breasts, slim waist, nice legs, and kind of sexy.

I yearned to see her naked, wanting to see what her pussy looked like.

And maybe, just maybe, how my dick felt inside her.

That has to be a long shot. The porn she watches never touches on incest.

But I have to try.

Dad would always tell me, don't try, don't get.

I started sneaking into her bathroom while she showered.

At first, I thought I was a pervert, then I rationalized I was normal.

I would wack my wood while watching her. When the precum leaked out I hurried back to my room with a pair of her panties.

I lost count of the number of times I came in those panties.

They were loaded with dried cum after a while.

I couldn't just throw them in her wash but I did.

At the bottom.

At this point I don't care if she knew about my dirty secrets.

I started getting bold, listening at her bedroom door, waiting for the squeals, moans and grunt she made when masturbating.

Usually she did that on Wednesdays and Saturdays around 10 PM - like clockwork.

Not sure why the regimented schedule, but it helped me plan.

One night she was particularly loud, calling out Dad's name.

Guess he was pretty good at sex. It's been two years since the divorce.

Still can't believe Dad was fucking Chrissy.

Slowly I would crack the door open. Enough to look in on her in the bed.

But, I was always disappointed when she had a sheet covering her.

I watched anyway as she used something under the sheets.

The sheet billowed in and out with her hand.

Another hand would go under the sheet. The distinct vibrating sound telegraphing what she was using.

When she climaxed, she bucked up and down against her toys, letting out little screams of ecstasy.

The next day I waited for her to go to work.

I found a dildo, vibrator and nipple clasps in her bed stand.

After a month of all that I decided I need to video her in the shower. Enough of just watching.

I knew she had that important call today so she would 'glam up' for the call.

It was a long shot that she would masturbate given the timing but I went for it.

I came in when she was lathering up, knowing the rinse with the detachable head would probably be next, the masturbation to follow - if it happened.

Video was looking good. The detachable shower head came into play.

Waiting for the lingering spray across her breasts and down to her pussy.

Only a half hour for her to glam up. No way she had time.

I love it when I am wrong.

Shower head plastered against her pussy, squeezing a breast, tweaking and pulling on the nipple.

I need to pull my cock out and stroke it.

In the process, I dropped my phone.

Damn that sounded loud.

She stopped.

Got to get out of here. Picked up my phone and stumbled on my way out knocking a hair brush to the floor.

Slowly I closed her bedroom door.

Fuck! That was close.

Back in my room, cock out, stroking it while watching the video.

Not bad for a fuck up video. I really wanted to hear her orgasm though.

An idea struck me on how to speed up the plan.

I dug through my underwear trying to find the old shorts.

They were washed so much you could see through them.

And, they are one size too small.

Mom threw them away after the last wash, but I rescued them and stored them deep in my underwear drawer.

I tried them on.

Yes, the shorts so tight you can see my cock.

She will love it - I hope.

I walked into the office, keeping a safe distance.

She was excited and turned to talk.

In a moment, she was looking at my boxers.

She nervously turned back to the computer.

I got her, she wants it.

Some shoulder rubs, a hand on her breast then has luck would have it, her mouth on my cock!

She didn't move off of it until...

Oh my god! She began peeling my shorts down!

Mom was going to take it in her mouth!

Then her damn phone rang, the big fish calling.

I slipped off my shorts so she could see it.

Cool idea to just drop them in her lap and let her know I would be ready for her in my bedroom.

It's gonna happen!

***

Well that was easy. He asked for my financials, I sent him my high level balance sheet and income statement.

So what if he figures out he will double my revenue.

Big fish in a small pond.

Kirk back in my focus.

What the fuck was I thinking?

I was going to give my son a blowjob if the phone didn't ring.

Can't do that no matter how horny I am.

I need to tell him it was an 'accident' when I pulled his tight, see through briefs down which showed his... stop thinking about it.

I will tell him, I pulled them down to throw them away.

Sounds plausible. He is smart and horny, he will probably see through that.

Stop thinking about it.

To get my mind off of him, I jumped into the storage problem.

I am not going to just spend more money on this.

Using the cleanup tool, I searched for big files, sorting small to large.

First page, business stuff, nothing I can delete.

Second page, same. This is not going well.

Third page mostly mine but the bottom three. What the hell is this stuff?

Large videos files but less than 10 minutes each.

The titles, oh no.

Do It, Cum Inside Your Mother!, Mom, I am Going to Pull Out, and the bottom one - Mom, Is It Time?

It's porn!

Next page, jeez another 15 or so videos with Mom in the title.

These are the storage offenders.

Have we been hacked?

No, Kirk's ID as the last to update all of them.

He has been downloading Mommy Son porn.

He wants to fuck me!

Wait, I need to make sure.

I launched the first one, half way through I stopped. Without a doubt, porn with Mom and Son having sex. Also, the son fucks his sister too.

Jeez.

I was really excited watching, one hand down my shorts, the other grabbing my tits.

Need to watch this tomorrow night. Pretty sure I will get off on it. Definitely will get off on it.

No stopping now, watched five more.

By the end of the fifth, finger fucking myself while squeezing my clit, launching a body rattling orgasm.

I have to stop, this is ridiculous.

Masturbating in my office?

What if he saw me?

Don't care, these videos are hot.

The last one I viewed sent to me to orgasm land.

I fantasized it was Kirk and I.

Now I know something is wrong with me.

In the span of two hours, I went from planning to give him a blowjob to picturing him inside my pussy.

I wonder if he is thinking what I am thinking.

Well, I need to talk to him about the big files he is downloading. Let's see where it goes.

No, I will ask him directly. That's me, not one to beat around the bush.

'Kirk, do you want to fuck your Mother?'

***

Hah! She is watching the videos.

Why would she watch so many unless she was really enjoying them?

They are hot.

Maybe she was picking out what she would use on her 'masturbation nights'.

Works for me as long as she doesn't cover up with that damn sheet.

I was wondering why she didn't come see me. She had to like seeing my cock.

After all, she was seconds from getting my shorts down.

Now I know.

I have been sitting ready for her, naked under a single sheet while looking for other videos to download.

Hard as a rock for more than an hour.

I was ready to give up and get dressed when I heard her coming upstairs.

She appeared in my doorway.

'Kirk, do you have time to talk?'

'Sure. Come on in.'

Here goes...

I kept my hand on my cock, holding it straight up, making a good size tent.

Slowly stroking it, mimicking her hand movement under the sheet on her special nights.

She sat on the bed next to me, placing her hand next to my hip.

I kept stroking it.

She looked, but didn't touch or comment on it.

'I have two things to talk about.'

'First off, what happened downstairs was an accident. I was planning to get your shorts off to throw them away. Please do not save them again.'

'Ok Mom, I can do that.'

'Second, you need to stop downloading those big files, they are chewing up all our storage. If you need to keep them, transfer them to the USB drive I bought you for school. After you transfer them, delete the cloud version.'

'Good idea Mom.'

No mention of the Mommy Son videos.

She looked at my tent.

'My guess is you don't have shorts on right now,' she said.

'Correct. I have been watching new porn videos to download. But none of them get me off. If you know what I mean.'

'I was close before you walked in. I need to keep it going so I can finish the last video.'

'I am hopeful it will get me off, but nothing has worked before. So could you please leave?'

What a bunch of lies! She must know I do get off. Continually staining her panties and my briefs.

'Anything I can do to help?' she asked.

There it is, door opened.

'Mom, the only help I can think of is... so naughty... I think it is taboo in our society.'

'Yes honey, but if I understand what you are talking about, I think that applies only to certain situations. Your situation... it seems like you have serious problem. You need to do something about it.'

Pause, pause, pause. Come on Mom, volunteer.

'As your mother, I should help you figure out what is causing it.'

'Don't you agree?' she asked.

''Well, I guess so.'

Fucking A I agree.

I paused like I was considering our situation, trying to control my urge to put my cock in her mouth.

'Maybe you can help a little and see if that works.'

'OK, what do you want Mommy to do for you?'

'Mommy, lay next to me. Then, could you touch my penis while we watch the video? There is only about 5 minutes left. It's the end where his Mom gets him to cum in her mouth.'

She followed orders!

Slipping under the sheet, she placed her hand on my erection.

Her fingers wrapped around it, the top finger and thumb pushing up against the head.

Fuck!!!! What else will she do for me? I am going to find out.

We watched the remaining part of the video. Video Mom getting what she wants.

Her son's cock buried deep in her pussy, pounding her hard, screaming out in ecstasy.

Mom was stroking me furiously. God she is good, sometimes making contact with my balls on the downward strokes.

I can't cum. I want to do that in her mouth.

Fuck, it's hard to stop the urge.

She pulled the sheet off.

It's worse. I could see her hand moving up and down. I have never had anyone do that for me.

She sat up.

Then with one hand, she lifted up the tight blouse above her bra.

I saw her hand move behind her back.

The front of her bra broke free. Breasts dangling.

She moved closer.

The bra brushing up on my chin, a breast on my nose.

I can't do it, I can't hold on.

The grunts and groans turned into little squeals.

She stopped. She moved down to my cock, her mouth hovering right above it.

'Open Mom, open! Please, please!'

She licked the head just once, backed up, her hand resting on the bottom of the shaft.

'Oh Mom, oh Mom, please, please take it in your mouth.

Just one more lick.

She backed up again, just in time.

The first ejaculation shot straight up quickly followed by another at almost the same height.

Both falling back on my launch tower.

A third not as strong.

Mom took to stroking me to help unload all my built up semen.

When I stopped, she spread the cum around, up and down.

Rubbing the bottom of the head with her thumb I bucked, it felt so good.

She pushed my cock up towards my stomach, moving it around on the pool of cum.

I let out a big sigh. So satisfied.

'Mom... I don't know what to say. That was great. When can we do it again?'

Raising her cum covered hand to her mouth, I thought she was going to lick it. Instead, she wiped it on my stomach.

She looked at my cock, then my eyes.

She shook her head.

Standing up, she fixed her bra and pulled down her top.

Then came words that I was not expecting at all.

'Never again Kirk. That's it. No more. I did way more than a mother should do with her son.'

***

Here we go again. What was I thinking?

Why did I stop? I wanted to fuck him. The size... oh god the size... I can almost feel it pushing aside my labia, the head leading the way into my pussy.

Why did I stop? Why? Why?

I want it, I need it. It's just that...

I thought through the worst case scenario.

We start having sex on a regular basis - like daily.

Daily would be glorious now that I have seen how big he is.

We are discovered, it goes viral. My customers drop me like some pervert. My plans to run for Congress dashed.

Headline - 'Successful Business Woman & Congressional Candidate - Exposed as a Family Sexual Predator.'

Or something like that. Probably shorter description. My Congressional opponent would edit it for sure.

I am thinking I stopped in time.

Bad enough I gave him a handjob but once again I was tempted to take it in my mouth and let him finish in there.

I went along playing his little game. I know he masturbates and cums a lot.

And he knows, I know.

Such a stupid game. I went along with it because of the excitement of seeing it up close.

I went too far.

But I can't trust myself any longer.

He doesn't know I can't trust myself.

I made it clear to him though - no more anything with him.

Maybe he will leave me alone now.

This is a workday for my customers. The defense industry never rests.

Twenty emails. Boring stuff.

The browser still opened to the files tool.

I removed the big file filter, curious about what photos he might save.

I filtered by name of updater.

No photos from him. Me - business related stuff.

Looked at the docs.

Nothing of interest until I ran across 'Mommy Journal'.

Well this is interesting.

He has been spying on me.

One section has entries about watching me masturbate while showering.

Entries about spying on me on my masturbation nights.

Another entry called 'Video in Shower'. This one had a link.

He videoed me showering today. Clearly he dropped the phone at the end.

That was the noise I heard.

Another section titled 'Good Stuff.'

Clips of sections from the videos.

From the thumbnails, mostly Mom sucking off her son with a cumshot.

But one stuck out titled 'Taking Care of Mom'

The son between her Mom's legs.

Licking, sucking, fingering her pussy.

I was getting hot watching. This is something Cameron never did for me although it came out in court he did with our daughter.

Had boyfriends who did lick my pussy plus one other who did, but I refused to think about him.

But I did. He introduced me to sex. He was so good, I was spoiled forever.

When we were caught, it ended with divorce. I hadn't seen Daddy in decades.

But watching that video...

If Kirk could duplicate what Daddy was so good at... I am in.

I guess what I did say might imply 'no more handjobs'.

Would this be different? Kirk taking care of me?

Of course.

I rolled back from the computer. Watching that clip, thinking of Dad, I need to, I have to masturbate... like right now.

While fresh in my mind, I ran up the stairs, stumbling once, making a racket.

In my room, I quickly stripped, pulled out my toys and... how am I going to duplicate Daddy?

iPad. Need my iPad to get at the video.

I ran down the stairs naked. Grabbed my iPad and ran back upstairs.

Can't wait to...

As I scurried past Kirk's room, he walked out in a bathrobe.

I stopped. I held my iPad against my pussy. The other covering my breasts as best I could.

He said approvingly, 'Mom? Coming to see me?'

'Kirk, I told you no more. I did too much.'

'Didn't you enjoy helping me?'

'You and I both know you don't need help. I did too much. It won't happen again.'

'But Mom, I have something that you can have everyday. You and I. We can be together every day. Neither one of us sexually frustrated anymore.'

He can be so convincing.

Especially when he is right.

The iPad slid down to the carpet.

Here is the moment of truth.

'Mom, you did something for me. Let me do something for you.'

Does he know how to do it?

What was I going fantasize about while I masturbated?

Does he, does he know how? Does it matter? Will his best efforts be enough? Will it be better than masturbating? Of course it would.

'Ok, but no intercourse.'

He looked stunned, quizzical. I took his hand and led him into the bedroom.

I took his robe off.

I crawled onto the bed, lying down with my head propped up on pillows.

I spread my legs wide open.

'Come on Kirk, show me what you got.'

'What am I supposed to do?'

'Make me cum with your mouth, tongue and fingers.'

'No fucking allowed,' I ordered.

***

She leaned back on the bed and spread her legs wide open beckoning me to deliver 'what I got'.

Her recently shaved pussy was so inviting.

She looked ready. I guess, what do I know.

I moved in and placed my hands on her inner thighs.

As I moved in close to her, I looked up to her for eye contact.

She smiled. She needs and wants this.

I licked her inner thighs, one side, then the other. I continued licking and then started kissing my way up.

I stopped short of contacting her pussy.

She placed her hands on the back of my head forcing me in closer.

She arched her pussy to me.

I licked her outer labia. I sucked on one side then the other.

I pinched them together, rubbed them together, kissed them, then ran my tongue back and forth across them.

I paused to look at her.

Her head was back, her eyes closed, she was enjoying me!

With my fingers, I spread her inner lips wide open,

I inserted my tongue playing around inside while resting my upper lip on the very bottom of her clitoris.

I pulled back then inserted my tongue several times in a fucking motion always giving her clit a quick lick.

She trembled.

Moving up, I ran my tongue back and forth across her clit. It was engorging!

I sucked on it once. She almost levitated off the bed.

I sucked again. I backed off to just swipe it with my tongue.

'Oh Daddy! Give me more. Take care of your baby! I want it so bad.' she screamed.

Daddy? I looked up, her head arched back raising up her pussy.

Her eyes were closed. Her tongue wetting her lips.

I sucked on her clit again.

Once, then twice, then three times releasing and pausing each time to tease her.

Letting the anticipation build. One more suck.

'Oh my god I am cumming Daddy!' she shouted rolling her head back and forth.

She grabbed the back of my head pulling it hard onto her while I kept her clit between my lips, flicking it with my tongue.

Her body rippled from top to bottom, bucking up and down. Her pussy soaked with her juices.

She whimpered, 'Oh my... oh my... oh my Dad... Kirk.' Her voice dropping down to a whisper. Eventually she went quiet.

'Mom, I...'

I was going to ask for a blowjob when she said.

'Go on top of me. Make it good for you Kirk.'

Holy fuck! My dream. Cum inside my Mom's pussy?

But should I fuck my Mother? I thought about it, I fantasized about and here it is. She ordered me to cum in her! My own Mother!

'Well? Are you going to fuck your mother or what?'

'Yes ma'am.'

I moved between her legs. I was so hard from taking care of her and now... now she ordered me to fuck her.

I tapped my cock on her engorged clit.

'If you don't stick your cock in my pussy right now, I am leaving.'

I rammed it into her and began fucking her like crazy.

'That's my boy. Fuck Mommy, Mommy needs your big cock to spray cum all inside me.'

I was pumping her hard, banging pelvises with a loud slapping noise.

Breathlessly she told me, 'Pull out.'

What the fuck, I was just starting to feel it.

'Pull out and bring it to my lips.'

That's a horse of a different color Dorothy.

I clumsily moved on top of her. My inner thighs resting on the side of her big tits.

I put it right on her lips.

She opened her mouth. I pushed in.

Her lips resting just beyond my head.

I felt the suction she was applying and her tongue flaying about it.

Mom started stroking me while sucking on my dick.

I pushed in further, more shaft inside, She kept up.

Further and further in.

She released her stroking.

Mom grabbed my cheeks and pulled me in.

I pushed in further, no more than an inch of shaft showing.

She pulled me in again.

I felt her upper lip touching my pelvis, the bottom resting on my balls.

She didn't move, gag or flinch with the head of my cock lodged in her throat.

'Mom, I...'

She moved all the way back to her starting position, then slowly and effortlessly descended back down, her lips smashing against me.

Back out, back in always taking all of me.

Now it was my turn. I grabbed her head, took control and began throat fucking her.

No complaints.

I shouldn't have, it's too much, I wanted to cum.

She just touched my balls and I totally lost it.

One, two, three spurts in rapid fire. Mom not flinching at all.

She is so fucking good!

I lost count of the spurts, cum leaking out the side of her mouth.

I scooped up the leaking cum with one finger.

Mom swallowed what she had, then took my finger and sucked off the leakage.

'Back,' Mom ordered which I took as a 'let's resume fucking' command.

I kneeled between her legs and proceeded to lean onto her, my erection soaked in saliva and a little bit of cum.

'No, back off Kirk.'

'What, I thought I... we were going to...'

'Later, I forgot I had a customer call,'

'But Mom...'

'Don't whine.'

'I need my Mommy. I need to fuck her. Please Mommy.'

'Kirk, if you keep whining like that you will never be inside me.'

'Sorry, sorry, I...'

'Stop whining! Go to your room.'

She was mad. I backed off the bed and went straight to my room.

I heard her lock the door.

I don't believe the customer call bullshit... at all.

***

That was fucking wondrous! I still have it. I made him cum, explosion after explosion in my mouth. His warm cum shooting all the way into my throat.

What a load!!

It was so exciting.

I could have let him fuck me right then and there, but that would be too easy.

If I drive him to giving up on me, that would be the first step. Then get him mad. Then seduce him in a sexy way that will be so satisfying for him.

Yes we are playing games. He started it. I am going to spice it up.

I liked the feel of his cock in my pussy. He was great at licking and sucking on my pussy. I came!

When we end our little game, we will have sex everyday.

Done deal, No question about it.

Off to the computer to see more Mommy Son vids. Love them. We can re-enact them. That will be fun. So much to look forward to.

I have to be careful not to fuck it up.

Being his cum receptacle is not enough for me. I need a true sex partner, equal partners, out to please each other.

***

Back in her office, I hung out in thr hall.

I listened for the customer call. Didn't happen. She is probably watching the downloaded porn videos

As I best I could tell she was mousing with one hand, the other hand buried in her pussy.

Fuck! Why is she doing that? We could be trying out every position with me like right now!

Back to my room.

Time to journal.

'Mom is fucking me over. She is getting what she wants but I am not. I want to fuck her really bad. I want to cum in her pussy. I am beginning to think it will never happen. My feelings are shifting. I am mad at her for doing this to me.'

I took a deep breath.

'I am going to visit sis. Maybe she can help me navigate through this. She has first hand experience in an all too similiar situation. Yeah, that's what I am going to do.'

***

Whoa! He is mad at me already. Maybe it is good that he talks with Chrissy. When he gets back, I will seduce him. No more games.

Stupid game I am playing. Maybe I should seduce him now.

We can be fucking within minutes.

I have just the right lingerie to wear. Used to turn Cameron on so much, he would always take me from behind. He is a self professed ass man.

Nah. I can wait. I like the anticipation.

***

'Hi Chrissy.'

'Dad, just calling to check in and see how you are doing, I like your new girl friend.'

'Do forty two year old men have girl friends? Maybe lady friend, or just friend would work better Chrissy?' I asked.

'Well she is kind of young.'

'She is a year older than you.'

'Thank god! If you marry her at least my step mother would be older than me.'

She was laughing. It is kind of funny except that Maddy would like to marry. I am thinking about it. She is great in bed, but not as good as...

'Daddy, are you still there?'

'Yeah, spaced out for a minute.'

I sense this call was about her, not me. I know her too well.

Plus, she sounded drunk.

'How are you doing Chrissy? I saw the FaceBook and Instagram posts of your book club friends. Quite a crowd you run with nowadays.'

'Yeah. We call ourselves the Soon To Be Ex-Wives Club.'

'Interesting. Have to admit, a lot of good looking friends, but you are best looking of them all.'

'Thank you Daddy. I needed that.'

'So what are you reading?'

'Reading? Hah! It is a cover for drinking and gossiping about anyone.'

'Vicious stuff?'

'No, I guess not. For example, one of the billionaire wives didn't show last week. Her best friend, yes her best friend Dolores, told the group that she knew for a fact her best friend Bella was fucking the pool boy. Like at least twice a week.'

'Bella sent her pictures of the pool boy fucking her. And one of her sucking his big cock.'

'Everyone wanted a copy of the blowjob picture... including me. Then one of the other wives - Lizzy - sent out an edited version of the picture just yesterday. It was AI generated. Lizzy was sucking his cock with the message 'Bigger than what Jim has'. Jim is is her husband.'

I didn't comment, a long silence ensued. She must have a reason to call as we are not supposed to have any contact, not even via a phone call.

Finally I asked.

'Chrissy, what is up?'

Silence.

'Chrissy, I know you, something is bothering you.'

More silence.

'Chrissy?'

She blurted out, 'He is horrible in bed. My sex life sucks. I am so miserable. I thought about fucking our pool boy, but he is just a baby, not even close to 18. God my life sucks.'

'But honey, Jackson is treating you so well. He is a big shot partner in one of the best law firms in the world. He argues cases at the Supreme Court. You have a 20,000 square foot palace. So many cars. You have... you have everything a woman could want.'

'And on top of it, your modeling career is crazy. You seem to be on every fashion magazine cover. You were the centerfold model for that men's magazine. Chrissy, you have it all.'

'He has a small dick and doesn't even know how to use that,' she said dejectedly.

She started crying.

'Such a small dick, Daddy it's half the length of yours.'

'Honey, come on, I don't believe that.'

She really let loose. Loud sobs, sniffling, trying to catch her breath.

'Fucking asshole. I wish I had never married him.'

She sighed.

'Daddy, he is no where near your skills in bed...'

I cut her off.

'Come on Chrissy. I don't believe any of this. You are drunk, you are exaggerating.'

'Believe it. He will not let me suck him off. He won't lick my pussy.'

'On the rare occasion we have sex, he has me strip and lay on my back. Looking at me, he strokes his cock till he is hard, plunges into to me and cums after... on a long stay... maybe four thrusts.'

'He pulls out, practically runs to the shower, comes out in his long silk pajamas, gives me a goodnight kiss... done with sex for the night... no wait, the week.'

She started crying uncontrollably.

'He told me that I... yes me... make him feel dirty and I should be happy with what he gives me.'

More crying, sobbing, sniffling and little cries like she is in pain.

'Fucking pencil dick asshole.'

'Honey, I...'

She cut me off again.

'Here is the best part, no the worst part. He threatened me.'

My protective Daddy instincts pumping up adrenalin like crazy.

My heart racing, my ears pounding as my blood pressure rapidly rose.

'What?' I said angrily.

'He told me I better give him a baby or else. He says I am the problem, not him.'

'Daddy, I know I can get pregnant - right? You and I...'

My mind drifted back to that time. We had to leave the state to take care of it.

Supposedly I took her on a college visit. She wanted to have it, I convinced her otherwise. I will regret that the rest of my life. We should have had the baby. We would have figured it out.

'So what can I do? I don't like him threatening you.'

She paused.

'What? What can I do?'

'Get me pregnant.'

I shook my head. Did I hear that right?

'Repeat that.'

'Let's make a baby Daddy. I know we can do it.'

'Chrissy, leave him. It will only get worse. You have your own career. You don't need him to support yourself.'

'But Daddy. Not like he can. I love hanging out with billionaire wives. Most of them twice my age, waiting to be replaced with a trophy wife.'

'I would miss the parties with all the rich guys in the firm and the big shot rich clients. All the clients desiring me, making passes, offering to take me to exotic places in their Gulfstream jets for a weekend fling.'

'Have you?'

'No, that would end it with Jackson for sure. These guys gossip and brag more than the book club girls.'

'I am treated like a celebrity. I love it, absolutely love it.'

'What about a sperm donor?'

'I am talking to one right now.'

She couldn't see me but I was shaking my head no. She wants more than to become pregnant, she wants me back.

That one fateful night, we got bold, careless and worst of all - caught.

Of all things, we were caught after the pregnancy. Lane kept Chrissy out of the divorce melee although everyone in the court knew why we were there.

I never apologized for the great sex we had. After three years it ended. In another year she married Jackson. Rebound? No, I always thought it was the money.

'He is gone for the weekend. Shake loose of your girl friend.'

Emphasis on girl.

'And spend it with me. We can do it in all eight bedrooms and more. Maybe out in one of his precious collection cars, you know like the way we started having sex.'

Senior year I would pick her up after dance practice. When we were limited on time we would fuck in the corner of the huge stadium parking lot.

Good times. Exciting times. I miss those days... and nights.

'Daddy? Are you going to help me or not?'

'OK, so if it is this weekend, I can't...'

'Fine. I will get someone else to knock me up. No way I am going to do that IVF stuff. It will make me feel like some lab animal. I want a cock in my pussy shooting loads of sperm to find one of my little eggs.'

'I am so jealous of Maddy. She gets you whenever she wants. Oral sex, anal, fucking in every Kama Sutra position. Pretty sure she gets what I used to get. I get a baby dick who would probably prefer to masturbate then have sex with me. It makes me...'

'Jeez Chrissy! Let me finish. I can't guarantee all weekend. Let me work it with Maddy. She usually makes all the plans. I will think of some reason why I need to be gone for at least one night.'

'Oh god. I didn't think of it. Does she know?'

'Chrissy, I won't tell her I am staying with you because she does know our history.'

'Sorry Daddy. I should know better. You were always the one to figure out how we could work time together.'

'Thank you. I haven't lost that skill.'

'Can it be tonight? I am so horny for you. Remember how I would be your sex slave? That's me tonight.'

Hmmm. I do remember. I was getting hard thinking about that.

'Chrissy, we cannot get caught. So I have to factor that into the plan. So if for some slim possibility it doesn't work out for this weekend, we can figure out the next time.'

'Daddy, this weekend is the best. Timing wise, it will be the best time to get me pregnant. I have some wing-ding with him in New York City next weekend, then I have a shoot the weekend after that. It would be another month before you can fuck me.'

'So it has to be this weekend. I have to show progress by missing my next period. He is all over this. Help me Obi-Wan-Daddy, you are my only hope.'

We are both Star Wars nuts. Went so far as dressing up as Princes Leia and Luke, fucking as brother and sister.

'Ok, Princess Leia, I will do my best.'

'Better than best... oh wait, Kirk is calling.'

'Kirk? Your brother?'

'Yes. Daddy, just text me with what nights you can come over. The security code for the alarm is our birth years. So if you want to surprise me, come on in! I will be waiting for you in the expensive, sexy lingerie that asshole doesn't even appreciate.'

'Bye Daddy. Love you! Gotta go. Kirk never calls me.'

That is strange. They were never close. Maybe he has some news. Dunno.

Perfect timing. Maddy was home.

'Hey babe,' she said as she seductively kissed me. Her hand slipping down to my crotch to rub my cock.

I know what this means. An all nighter of sex. Forget about tonight with Chrissy.

We broke the hug.

'Dinner should be here in about a half hour, then you have me the rest of the night Cam. I am going to change, open some wine for us. You are in for a wild ride baby.'

When she cleared the room, I texted Chrissy.

'Sorry honey, tonight is definitely a no. Text you later with an update. Say hi to Kirk for me.'

I hit send.

Oh shit.

Another text to her, 'On second thought do not let him know we are talking. You know why.'

'Hey babe, what do you think?'

Have never seen this on her. Two ultra small patches of silk barely covering her nipples. Silk cloth bunched up between her pussy lips. Nothing but strings keeping it all together.

She turned away and bent over the back of the couch, the one string hidden between her awesome cheeks, an instant turn on for me.

She knew it. I dropped my pants and shorts, already half erect, I moved in behind her.

A couple of strokes and I was ready.

I pulled the strings.

I pushed apart her cheeks and slowly slid inside her.

She looked back at me and said, 'I thought you would like it.'

***

'Kirk. What the fuck? You haven't talk to me since the divorce was final. Something wrong with Mom? Oh god, is Mom OK, tell me she is OK. Please...'

'Chrissy, Mom is fine,' I said in a calm voice.

'Whew, you had me worried. What's up?'

'Can I come and talk to you about something, something that I think you can be a big help to me on.'

'Sure. Come on over. I can have the staff make dinner for us before they call it a day.'

'Sounds good. Do you have any wine?'

'We have a whole fucking cellar full of it!'

'Forgot. Lifestyle of the rich and famous.'

'Stop it. It's still the same old Chrissy. By the way, there is something I can discuss with you. So let's get drunk and share our dirty little secrets as long as you don't take advantage of me.'

'What? You are my sister.'

'Like father, like son.'

She hung up. What the fuck did she mean by that?

***

I wonder if I should pop by Chrissy's to see how she is doing. It has been a while. I will act totally surprised when I see Kirk. Yeah, I like that idea.

Maybe we can do it in his car before we head home, right out on the driveway.

Stupid idea, can't let his twin Chrissy know we are fucking.

***

'Babe that was awesome,' she said.

I kissed Maddy, keeping my cock deep inside her.

I asked, 'Ready for more?'

She kissed me passionately and said, 'Is the Pope a Chicagoan? Of course.'

After another hour of fucking, I pulled out.

She didn't complain. Her signal she was done for the night although it was only 7 PM.

She does have a tough job, on her feet all day at the car shows, attracting horny Dad's to discuss the car she was selling.

Always wearing a plunging neckline blouse, bare midriff and short, shorts.

She sold a lot of cars, but she worked hard to do it.

A long day tomorrow for her.

'Babe, do you want to go again?'

She cradled my head.

'Cam, I am beat. Maybe in the morning to give me a little boost before my extra long day tomorrow.'

'Maddy, I still don't understand why you have to be there at 8 AM on a Saturday.'

'We meet and set sales goals for the day, not looking forward to 12 hours on my feet, so if you don't mind, let's eat, have a glass or two of wine and off to bed... by myself... for a good nights sleep.'

'Honey, would it be OK if I go out and visit with Kirk?'

Don't ask the next question please...

'Of course, tell him his future step-mom says hello.'

'Thanks honey.'

Yes! I can go and fuck Chrissy. So excited, I was getting hard.

***

'Wow sis! You look awesome!' I exclaimed.

She was wearing abbreviated cut-off blue jean shorts with white strings hanging off the bottom. Nowadays, rich people buy these for hundreds of dollars.

They are so rich.

A white top tied between her large breasts. Her nipples pushing out the translucent cloth.

Her extra long blonde hair split, one half behind her, the other covering a breast.

A bare midriff. Barefooted, a little taller than me.

Amazing how she can make a slutty outfit look so attractive and sexy.

She stared at me with her crystal blue eyes.

'Well thanks Kirk. It's been a while. Look at you! All muscle! Girls must be falling over you especially if you got Dad's cock gene.'

'That's disgusting Chrissy.'

She took my hand and led me into the house.

Trailing behind her, it gave me a chance to admire her nicely rounded cheeks, the bottom poking out of the shorts.

'Come on Kirk, you know Dad and I were... you know... we were...'

'Fucking? Yeah you were fucking.'

'Gotta problem with that dude?'

I should say no, because I want to fuck Mom. But...

'No, not all. I am sure you had your reasons.'

'Yep, number one, a long, thick dick. He knows how to use it. And oh my gosh the oral sex. I think I miss that the most. The way he worked my clit. Fuck I am getting horny just talking about it.'

Hmmm, she likes pussy licking. Mom does too.

She walked me to the kitchen, a chef's kitchen with way more appliances than we have in our pathetic little kitchen.

Several dishes cooking, but no staff.

'Where are your staff, your chefs?' I asked.

'Oh, I let them go home. They all have families. I can finish the cooking.'

'Well aren't you the little homemaker,' I remarked.

'My head chef has his own TV show. He has taught me a lot with private lessons.'

'How private?'

I gave her a sly smile.

'It's not like that. I host his class here with three of my friends.'

She pointed to a door of the corner of the massive kitchen.

'The wine cellar is down through that door. Go get us a couple of bottles of wine.'

I noticed she was slurring her words.

'Did you have a wine party this afternoon? I count four empty bottles.'

'Oh, that's me. I am just getting started.'

'Ok. Can you really drink more?'

She walked up to me, placing her forearms on my shoulders. The large breasts pressed on my chest. Her luscious lips inches from mine. I could smell the wine on her breath. The perfume was arousing.

In a sexy voice, 'Like I said, I am just getting started.'

What the fuck?

She broke off.

'Go! Go get us three or four bottles of wine. You have some catching up to do.'

As I walked away, she slapped my ass.

'Didn't think it would move,' she said.

It blew my mind seeing all the multitude of wine bottles slotted so neatly in their cubby holes.

Where do I start?'

I called up to Chrissy.

'White or red?'

'Red, do red. I was doing white all afternoon.'

I was expecting her order to match the dinner.

'OK.'

'Hurry! I am thirsty'

I grabbed 4 bottles and put them in a little basket. There was space, so I added two more. Why not?

Back to the kitchen she had donned a chef hat and apron.

Only she could make that work with her shorts and blouse.

Cute and sexy. I forgot how horny I get when I was around her.

I looked down, it started to show.

I put the basket on the island.

She picked out two of the bottles.

'These are the good ones. After we down these, it won't matter what the other ones taste like.'

She handed them to me.

'Get to work!. Wine glasses in that cabinet. I use the gigantic ones.'

'Chrissy, they look like they hold a whole bottle.'

She walked over to me with a huge spoon dripping in sauce.

She squeezed my cheek playfully, 'You don't think I know that! You are so naive. Does your girl friend like that? I bet she likes all those muscles...'

She looked down at my spawning erection.

She finished, 'Amongst other things.'

I shouldn't have worn these tight white shorts. My plan was to show them to Mom.

I was about to respond when she added a question.

'Are you a virgin?'

'Jeez. Slow down sis.'

'First off, I don't have a girl friend. The second one... can we talk about it later.'

'Ooooh, so mysterious. Do you have a boy friend?'

'No! I don't have a boy friend and never will.'

'He doth protest too much,' she said with a laugh.

'Can we just eat and talk later? Please?'

'Sure.'

As she walked away, swaying back and forth, her ass looked so good.

She looked back and slapped a cheek,

I felt a little tingle where it counts.

I have seen her centerfold. Even whacked my cock looking at it. Some of the magazine layouts, not as revealing but so sexy.

But... I never thought about doing anything with her, she just seemed like another digital outlet for my masturbation needs. Until now...

***

We were almost done with dinner when she asked, why was I here.

I thought the best way to start about my sex life dilemma was to ask about hers.

'Chrissy, could I ask you a very personal question?'

'You can, if I can ask one of you.'

'Deal.'

She said, 'Sooooo?'

I took a deep breath.

I led with a wild ass question.

'How is your sex life with Jackson?'

She responded without hesitating.

'Horrible, so horrible. It colors my whole life. Nothing seems like fun anymore. Being around people tend to depress me.'

'Oh, I am sorry. I can leave...'

'No you don't. I haven't had this much fun in a long time.'

She picked up my hand and kissed it.

'Thank you for coming over. You made my day... no, my whole year!'

'Would you like to talk about it? Would that help?'

'Yeah, I would. I think that would help me. But can I be kind of blunt about it?'

'Well yeah. Whatever will help, we are family, we shared Mom's womb.

'To summarize... Jackson has a small dick and doesn't know how to use what he does have. His idea of having 'good' sex is for me to strip, he looks at me and strokes his tiny erection, thrusts in me a couple of times, cums, jumps off and that's it. All told on a good night maybe ten minutes. I get nothing out of it except for a small load in my pussy.'

I was about to comment when she added on.

'Oh yeah. He says I make him feel dirty when having sex with me.'

'That's fucked up,' I said.

'And get this... If I don't get pregnant soon he gave me an or else. He will probably divorce me.'

'Well fuck him. You don't need that kind of treatment. You are successful in your own right.'

'Yeah but like I told Daddy, I love the other part of my life with him. I like hanging out with billionaires. I am a celebrity in their eyes.'

'Daddy? You are talking to Daddy?'

'Yes, but today was the first time since the divorce.'

'He can get in a lot of trouble doing that.'

'Yes he can. But I am not going to tell on him,' she said.

She stared a hole in me.

'Chrissy, you can trust me. I won't tell.'

'Good.'

Then a bomb went off.

'I asked Dad to get me pregnant.'

'Holy fuck! You didn't!'

'Yes I did. Just think of him as a sperm donor. I believe old Jackson is the problem not me. But I am going to solve this problem.'

'Is Daddy going to do it?'

'He is thinking about it. If he doesn't, I will find someone else.'

'Oh my god, I can't believe we are talking about this.'

'Sorry, we can change the subject.'

'No, just give me a minute to adjust. I want to help.'

Oh god, what if she takes the offer of help the wrong way?

I changed the subject... kind of.

'Chrissy we never really talked about you and Dad.'

'What's there to talk about? He taught me the joy of sex. He is blessed with a large... you know. He is very good with it but also so good with oral sex. I liked that a lot. It was what we started with.'

She drifted off then came back.

'So many orgasms with just his mouth and tongue.'

'He would carry me to bedroom, take my clothes off and move right between my legs, playing, licking, sucking my pussy, driving me crazy. Love it.'

'But usually, I would get him hard. At first, I couldn't deep throat him. After three years it was a piece of cake.'

'Sometimes he would face fuck me, jamming the head down my throat. I miss that too. Jackson tells me he doesn't like that because it is even dirtier than fucking me.'

'Dad and I also explored every fucking position. Even though we each had our favorites, iti was still fun to do the others.'

'And role playing... that was a lot of fun too. Like pretending that he would pick me up at a bar, take me to a room he rented, throw money on the bed and treat me like a whore.'

She thought for a moment.

'Jackson is so different. He has sex problems I can't solve, but I am going to work around them.'

She said, 'So enough about me. What brings you here Kirk?'

'Mom. Mom brings me here.'

'What about Mom?'

I took a deep breath.

'She and I had sex this morning.'

Chrissy screamed back at me, 'Not funny! What's wrong with you? Spinning a story like that to make me feel guilty about Dad. I...'

'Whoa, whoa Chrissy. It's true. I performed oral sex on her, she did the same for me.'

'You are telling the truth?'

'Yes.'

'Tell me about it, in detail.'

I did. Just talking about it I had an erection. She shifted around, sometimes touching a breast, sometimes her hand on her pussy.

Like I didn't see all that?

She said, 'Gosh that is fucking hot. So what is the problem?'

Here we go.

'She let me enter her. I started fucking her, but then she made me pull out and wouldn't let me back in.'

'I have lost hope that I can really have intercourse with her. I thought she wanted it, I sure do, but I guess not. Any suggestions?'

'Remember that vacation with Mom and Dad before the divorce when we turned 18?'

'Well yeah. It was our birthday. They took us to Cozumel to celebrate.'

'Remember how we had to share a bed that one night because the reservation was screwed up?'

I know where this is going.

'Of course, I will never forget it. We never talked about it though.'

'I really enjoyed it when you touched me and you let me touch you,' she said.

'We shouldn't have done that. If Mom hadn't walked in, who knows how far we would have gone Chrissy.'

'Yeah, she made us switch. It dawned on her that it was not a good sleeping arrangement for two people with roaring hormones even if they are twin brother and sister.'

'To this day, I remember how it felt, how it grew in my hand with just gentle strokes.' she said.

'Until this morning, you were the only female that touched me like that.'

'I was prepared to do more, I wanted more Kirk. I was a virgin, you were virgin. We always had a special twin connection.'

I thought for a moment. If we had taken each other's virginity I wouldn't have this burning desire for Mom. I think...

My cock was fully erect now. All those memories of that night, her hand stroking me. My fingers inside her. We were going to do more.

Then this morning. I did crazy things to seduce Mom.

'This is not helping solve my problem Chrissy.'

She stood up and moved towards me. She pulled my chair back then sat on my hard on.

She said, 'It should have been you who took my virginity not Dad.'

Kissing me on the lips, she caressed my face and chest. My cock smothered by her taut cheeks.

I kissed her back, touching her breast.

She stood up and took my hand.

'Let's turn back the clock four years and stay in bed together.'

She tugged on me. I didn't move.

I can't fuck my sister. It is bad enough, I plunged into Mom. And still want more.

'Ok. I understand. You want your Mommy.'

She sounded like a tween, making fun of my desire for Mom.

Clearing all the dishes, she began rinsing them and placing in the $4,000 dishwasher.

Chrissy bent over a lot, her half covered cheeks exposed to me a lot.

Not solving my problem. Maybe I should help solve her problem. If Dad agrees to get her pregnant it is my understanding Mom will clean him out of everything and there is a possibility of going to jail.

That's it. I am protecting Dad.

I moved in behind her.

Chrissy was reaching over the island, her ass way up in the air.

Moving in closer, I pulled the bow holding her apron on.

She was still reaching. I pulled her back a little to pull her shorts down.

She looked back at me and smiled.

The panties were next. Some playful slaps of her cheeks. Another look back. This time two fingers in her mouth.

I dropped my shorts and briefs down.

Tapping my cock on one cheek than the other, no movement from them.

Pushing forward and pulling her back, my cock and inch of two from entering.

She said, 'Wait' and reached my cock, stroking it from the bottom to the top.

'Yes, fucking A yes. It has been too long, I almost forgot what a big cock feels like.'

I parted the outer labia.

She was a bit surprised causing her to lose her breath.

'Oh god, oh fuck.'

Further in entering her deeper and deeper until I had no more to push in.

'Glorious, simply fucking glorious.'

I withdrew almost all the way out.

A quiet little whine, 'Don't, back, back all the way in. Do it a lot.'

Slowly in to the pelvis, all the way out to just the head.

I sped up, pounding her pussy. My balls lighting up.

One time, accidentally all the way out, the head landing on the cold granite counter top.

'No, no, no!' she screamed.

She moved up on her elbows and with one hand tried to each back to put my cock back in.

I beat her to it and thrusted hard into her.

She let out a big, 'Aaaaaaah.'

I reached around to pull the tie on her blouse, freeing her tits.

With one hand I reached around to squeeze and tweak her nipple, the other holding her cheek in place for the hard thrusts.

Switched to do the other breast.

They are bigger and more firm than Mom's and they don't feel augmented.

Big tits and cocks run in the family I guess.

I pulled her back using one hand across her breasts, the other across her stomach.

Had to slow down, the angle making it hard to plunge upward.

She could tell.

'Let me do cowgirl,' she said.

'On the counter?'

'No silly. Sit in that chair.'

'By the way it is Jackson's favorite chair. This is going to be so much fun.'

Hand in hand we walked towards the chair.

'You have way to many clothes on Kirk.'

I took off my shirt.

She gently pushed back to the chair, all the while holding onto my wet dick.

I sat down. She kneeled in front of me to spread my legs open.

Chrissy cupped my balls and took hold of my shaft.

'I have missed this so much.'

She kissed the head.

'I take it he doesn't like a good blowjob?'

She rubbed my cock all around her face while she responded, 'Yes, he doesn't like a great blowjob.'

Emphasis on great.

Another kiss on the head followed by her tongue rolling around it before wrapping her lips just below the head.

'That feels so good sis.'

'Just wait,' she said.

Dropping down to my balls, she held my cock up straight and licked from my balls to the head and then immediately deep throated me.

She held me captive in her mouth. Her top lip covering the very bottom of my shaft. The lower resting on my balls.

When she looked up with those smiling crystal blue eyes, I melted, I wanted to cum right there.

'Chrissy, I...'

Off she came.

She sat on my lap after guiding my cock into her wet pussy.

Leaning in to me she said, 'I like to kiss while I fuck. I miss that too.'

She mauled me with her soft lips.

Moving up and down, soft little moans escaped.

'God I miss this.'

She dropped down, pelvis on pelvis to rock back and forth.

Damn this is fun. Mom can't be better than this.

Back up, this time just working the head.

Then dropping down all the way, all the way up, then back down in a smooth rhythm.

She kept saying, 'Oh yeah, oh yeah.'

'Chrissy, you are so good at this.'

She heard that and went faster.

I clenched her tighter,

'I've got to, jeez I have to...'

She slowed up.

'You are so fucking good. You can tell when I need to cum, you back off in time. How do you know?'

'Dad, lot's of time with Dad. You are so close in size and what gets you off. I can tell.'

'Aren't you going to let me cum? Isn't that what you want?'

'Oh yeah, playing with you a little. I want a big explosion when I let you go Kirk.'

'I am right there,' I said.

'Ok.'

She moved back between my legs to lick my wet cock, careful not to touch the head

She knew I would explode if she even breathed on it.

She had other plans.

Chrissy stood up and turned around, her tight ass inches from my face.

She took hold of my cock, moved closer to it and slowly lowered herself down on it.

Bending forward, she rested her hands on her thighs.

This is her plan. My cock hitting at a totally different angle for me.

Starting slow, then picking up speed she used my cock for her pleasure... and mine.

Watching my cock enter and then out was a titillating view for me.

I placed my hand on her cheeks, helping with her fucking motion.

I was ready before. This didn't help at all. I need... gosh... I need to cum right now!

'Chrissy, Chrissy, I can't hold it anymore.'

She slowed down just to work the head.

Bam!

'Fuck, fuck fuck, I am cumming... g... help me I am cumming.'

She sat down on me, my cock buried deep in her pussy.

I exploded once, then twice, then three times

'Oh god, oh god, I can't stop.'

I kept pumping and pumping more cum into my sister's pussy.

She pulled my hands up to her breasts, but I was useless, my arms flopping down, then back up again.

Flaying like one of the balloon figures in the wind.

She said, 'I think you are done.'

'Yes, oh yes. What a feeling. God that was great.'

'My favorite. Got Dad to cum everytime. Like father, like son.'

'Yeah, but...'

She stood up, but squeezed her pussy like she was trying to prevent a leak.

'Come on, I know you have more for me. Let's do Daddy's favorite.'

With her free hand, she grabbed mine, literally dragging me forward.

Took a bit to get to arrive at the spacious living area, ornate with expensive decorations.

There was some type of screen saver playing on the wall.

'Is that TV?' I asked.

'Well yeah, but more like a monitor for a computer. Kind of like what you see in Apple stores.'

'Wow, this is cool. Can we watch the baseball game?'

'Uh no. We are not done, but I am going to AirPlay our next act on it.'

'Then let's watch some porn.' I said.

We stepped in front of the large U shaped couch. One side had a long chaise lounge section. She laid down on it, her legs up in the air. She held her ankles.

'Ok, I am ready. Like I said, this is Daddy's favorite. Missionary!'

'He is very gentle and loving with me. Lot's of kissing, lot of slow movements inside me. He will speed up, then slow down.'

'It drives me crazy! I always cum when he does it. He is soooo good at it.'

I am thinking there is no way I can duplicate that. I only have one plunge into Mom missionary style and she immediately told me to pull out. I guess I am no good at it.

'Chrissy, maybe I am not the right guy to do this given Dad...'

She cut me off.

'Kirk, don't worry about it. I will guide you. Plus this won't be the last time we do this. Right?'

'I hadn't thought that far ahead.'

'Let me do that for you. Correct Chrissy, this will not be the last time.'

'OK, I am in.'

'Uh no you are not. Come here! Get back inside me Kirk.'

I kneeled between her legs. She started stroking my wet cock. Finally I got a look at her perfect tulip pussy, glistening in the overhead light.

I tapped her swollen clit and pushed my big head between her labia.

'Wait! We forgot, I forgot. See that little camera on the table? Push the button on top and it will AirPlay on the wall. There is a mirror back there so you can see the wall if you wish.'

'Holy shit! Look at you!'

She had rolled on her side towards the camera, resting on her left arm, her right leg spread, making a triangle.

Her other hand tantalizing close to her wet and inviting pussy.

And the hair, oh my gosh the hair. The long blonde hair split with one half covering a portion of her breasts, the other side tussled sexily out of the way.

The entire look screaming 'I am ready. Come fuck me.'.

I could whack my cock to an ejaculation just looking at the wall.

She broke off my staring, 'Kirk, come fuck me.'

'You are leaking.'

With her change in position, she neglected her hold on my load.

She rolled back. Her legs spread and held high. Her pussy way up high.

I crawled on top of her. She guided me into her warm, wet pussy, holding my first load.

She said, 'Remember. Sweet, loving, gentle until we are both ready.'

'Got it.'

A slow insert deep inside. She pulled me close. We kissed affectionately while I made small pushes.

'I love you Kirk.'

'Love you too Chrissy.'

'Nothing will stop us from being together like this Kirk.'

'I agree.'

Open mouth, gentle kisses.

I so wanted to fuck her hard, but I restrained, maybe pulling out a little further, then slowly, gently back in.

'You are doing so good, just like Daddy.'

'Can I call you Daddy?'

'Sure, If I can call you Mommy.'

'Fuck your Mommy Kirk, fuck her hard now.'

She let off the restraints, harder and harder I plunged in while she massaged her clit.

'Daddy, Daddy you are making you baby girl cum.'

Even harder thrusts.

'Mommy, I need to cum, your pussy is so good.'

A couple hard thrusts into her pelvis.

'Fuck! Daddy, Daddy I am cumming!' she screamed.

'Mommy, can I cum?'

'Yes, yes, cum in Mommy. Make me a Mommy again!' she screamed so loud my ears rang.

'Oh god, I am cumming Mommy!' I screamed.

***

'Cameron, what the hell are you doing here?' I asked.

I saw his car parked in the circular drive and pulled up behind it.

Scrambling to get out and catch up to him.

He heard me and stopped short of the massive entry door. The sidelights next lit up confirming she was home.

But where was Kirk? I didn't see his car.

Cameron was tongue tied, stumbling through his gibberish to explain.

'Lane, I.. well she... and then Maddy... asleep... so...'

'Stop it. You are not making sense. Slow down. Tell me the truth. What are you doing here?'

He thought long and hard.

'OK, this is the truth. She called me. She has... oh god how do I say this?'

'Spit it out. Come on, if you tell the truth my attorney won't come after you.'

'No matter what the truth is?'

Uh-oh, I can only imagine. But I made him a promise.

'Ok. She has challenges that she wanted my input on.'

'So you two were going to fuck? What does your other little girl Maddy think about that?'

I knew that would get under his skin.

I don't think Chrissy knew he was fucking Maddy too when he was with Chrissy. He doesn't like to be reminded of that. Especially in front of Chrissy who thought that beside me, she was the only one.

'No, she doesn't even know I am coming over tonight.'

'Chrissy sounded like she was in a bad place. I am sorry. She is still my daughter.'

Suddenly, I felt sorry for him. Regret pouring through my veins. I took his daughter away from him. I should have been more considerate.

Didn't know about the 'challenges'.

Should I tell him I was really here to drag Kirk out, take him home and fuck the daylights out of him?

I lied to him.

'I was supposed to meet Kirk over here. We were going to talk to her as well.'

'I think I saw his car in the garage. Not sure with that 6 car garage.' I said.

It had to be in there. I know it.

He said, 'Should we go in?'

'Let me open it. I know the alarm code.'

'I do too.'

We said the code in sync and laughed. Our identical birth year followed with their birth year.

I was going to ask why he knew then just said fuck it to myself.

We entered. I will never get used to the opulence of the place. She has married well, but so has he. She is successful in her own right.

I thought they had the perfect life.

Why didn't she talk to me about it?

Hmmm, maybe this is all about more fucking.

But who was I to criticize now? I want Kirk inside me, like right now.

Door opened, no alarm on. Just a beep or two.

I heard sounds to the back of the gigantic first floor.

'This way Cam.'

'Hold on. It sounded like it came from the second floor. Pretty sure.'

'That where the eight bedrooms are,' I said.

He has better hearing than me.

'Well?' he asked.

'Let's go.'

***

I was in the middle of pumping out my load when I heard a couple of beeps.

Chrissy was just lying there. Her eyes closed, enjoying the ecstasy of her orgasm.

'Chrissy, I just heard two beeps.'

Nothing.

'Chrissy, Chrissy.'

She stirred.

'What? What?'

'I heard two beeps.'

'Someone came in the front door,' she said.

'What are we going to do?'

'Must be intruders. I should have locked the door and set the alarm. Hurry, let's got to the garage. We have a safe room out there.'

I whispered, 'What about our clothes?'

'Go get them,' she ordered.

'Me?'

'Yes you! Hurry, hopefully they will go to the second floor first.'

I left her lying on the chaise lounge section. Her legs still spread, my cum leaking out of her, dripping down to the white fabric.

What a mess.

I snuck into the kitchen, found all the clothes then heard voices from the second floor.

She is so smart.

I started to the living room then stopped cold staring at the second floor fly over.

I shook my head. It couldn't be them, then I heard him speak.

Fuck! Mom and Dad!

I waited till they entered a bedroom and ran to the living room.

Chrissy was standing at the hallway.

She motioned to me to follow.

I ran to her but I dropped something. I didn't look back till I joined her.

Her white panties.

'I dropped...'

We froze. We both heard Mom say 'Let's check the living room first.'

She grabbed my hand and led me to the garage.

One of the doors was opening.

'Damn it! It's Jackson. What is he doing home?'

She led me to a wall. She entered a code on a keypad. A door opened.

'In! Hurry!' she urged.

Before she pulled the door closed I heard the rumble of an expensive Italian car.

Silence, once the door closed. The only noise the hum of air flowing in from a vent.

'We can stay here till our folks leave. I will distract him while you leave.'

'How will we know when they are gone?'

She turned on a monitor, a quadrant of cameras lit up.

'Oh. How will you distract him?'

'This is usually our 15 minute date night.'

She clicked. another screen popped up. Another click.

She said, 'Master bedroom. You can watch for a while if you wish. You might learn something.'

We both laughed.

'Will he hear us?'

'Nope, sound proof walls.'

***

'Where the hell are they? Do you think they left?' I asked.

'Maybe,' she said.

'Wait? Did you hear that? It sounds like a garage door opening.'

'They are back. This way,' she said.

Glad she knows where she is going.

We scurried down a hallway and were greeted by Mr. In and Out.

Of course he was surprised but he recovered and said nicely.

'Mom, Dad, what gives me the pleasure of your company?'

I hated when he called me Dad.

I wanted to say, 'I am here to get your wife pregnant.'

Instead Lane said.

'We were supposed to meet up with Chrissy and Kirk, just to catch up on things. But they aren't here yet. So we should probably go.'

'No, let's spend some time together. I don't believe the three of us have ever talked together. I have some news to share. Come on, let's have a drink, I am buying,' he said with a laugh.

I looked at Lane.

'OK, maybe a drink or two.'

He led us to the living area. Wow, I whole wall for a TV.

A stock Apple screensaver up and running.

As we walked in I spotted a pair of white panties on the floor, a little of to the side. They looked like the type Chrissy would wear. Of course, this is her house. Still a slob.

I was about to pick them up, then thought better of it.

'Come sit on the couch. What are y'all drinking?'

Lane said, 'A white wine would be great.'

Even though I like red, 'Me too.'

'Be right back, need to retrieve from the wine cellar.'

i wandered off to the kitchen and counted 4 empty bottles of red and 4 white.

Does she really drink that much by herself?

The breakfast nook, bigger than my kitchen, had one chair pulled back.

On the floor in front of it, a couple of white drops.

What could that be?

Jackson came running up the stairs.

'I think you will like this chard. Just flown in yesterday from Napa.'

OK, I buy my 1.5 liter bottles from the local Walmart. I can see why she wants to stay in this lifestyle. Don't blame her.

'Go ahead, get comfortable with Mom.'

With whom? Oh Lane.

I sat down next to her, keeping a respectable distance.

She stood up, took my hand and pulled me to the chaise lounge and whispered,

'This is fresh cum.'

She pointed at two spots, a short distance apart.

'How do you know?' I whispered back.

'I tasted it.'

She looked at me with a knowing look.

'What?'

'Hey you two, what's up over there?'

'Oh we were just looking around.'

'Come, sit.'

He handed us our glasses full of wine.

He raised his glass, 'To one happy family!'

He clinked out glasses.

Lane said, 'Now that's a great chard.'

'Glad you like it Mom.'

I wanted to scream at him 'stop calling her Mom you asshole!'

'Yeah, I agree,' I said.

I asked, 'What's the news Jackson?'

I took another sip.

'Chrissy and I are trying. I want to have a baby.'

I nearly choked on my wine, I spit it out on the floor.

'Sorry, went down the wrong way. Where are the cleanup...'

He cut me off.

'Don't worry, the housekeepers will get it tomorrow.'

His phone rang.

'Excuse me, I have to take this call from His Honor John Wilson.'

He walked away.

'Lane, that is a Supreme Court justice.'

'Our baby did pretty well didn't she.'

'Yeah, but there are always warts on the prince.'

She gave me a look, 'Know something you wish to share?'

Fuck, why not?

'She told me, he is horrible in bed.'

She got pissed.

'Why would she tell you and not me?'

'I don't know, you will have to ask her.'

'What else did she tell you?'

I am on a roll,

'If she doesn't get pregnant, it is over.'

'Fucking asshole. I am going to cut off his nuts. Then he will change his demand.'

'Calm down Lane.'

I have seen that look before.

Then she said, 'She had to be looking that way, then maybe moved on her back.'

I said, 'What?'

She rapidly changed subjects. Her Mom radar was up and running.

She pointed to 'that way'.

'What's that on the table?' she asked.

I walked over to it.

'Camera,' I said,

'She was looking that way at a camera and cum leaked out.'

i looked at the camera and touched the button on top.

Lane screamed, 'Holy fuck!'

'What?'

She pointed at the wall,

Kirk and Chrissy naked, scrambling off the lounge.

She whispered, 'They were fucking! Our twins were fucking!' Oh god I am going to faint.'

She did. I caught her and laid her down on the lounge, covering the cum.

I heard him coming back.

I fumbled with the remote until ESPN lit up the screen.

'Yes sir I will do that. Thank you for the comments. I will fly out right away. See you this evening. I am buying dinner.'

So that's how you win Supreme Court cases in this day and age.

'Oh my god Mom! what happened?'

'It's her meds, she shouldn't drink when she is on them.'

Jackson said, 'I will call 911, then I have to go.'

I took a deep breath.

'No, don't. She will be OK, she is really just sleeping. Go Jackson.'

'Thanks Dad.'

He noticed the baseball game ESPN. New York team's playing.

'I am in the process of buying one of those teams.'

Brag much?

He disappeared and came back with a bag.

I heard the rumble of his car starting. in a minute, gone.

I switched back to the camera.

It recorded the last 30 minutes.

I played it. Looked like a porn video the way the two of them were going at it.

I didn't notice Lane was watching, resting on her elbows.

She said, 'Pretty hot, especially knowing they are our kids.'

'Yeah, I agree.'

She asked a bizarre question.

'Are you getting aroused?'

'Yes.'

'Me too. I need to do something about it. How about once for old times?' she asked.

I didn't hesitate.

'For sure.'

***

'Chrissy! Mom and Dad are going to fuck! Holy cow! This is crazy.'

She asked, 'Do you want to watch?'

'Of course.'

'Want to sneak out and watch?' she asked,

'Sure.'

'I guess we should get dressed.'

'No, it will be more exciting as we are.'

'Ok, bad boy.'

We left out clothes in the safe room and made our way back to the living room.

Dad was on top of Mom, slowly fucking her, like Chrissy had me do with her.

We held hands while we watched.

It was like an erotic porn video. I was getting so hard.

Chrissy noticed and began stroking me.

We watched Mom and Dad like we used to, years ago.

Chrissy moved in front me, bent over slightly.

I held onto her cheeks and entered her.

This was akin to masturbation except Mom and Dad were our live porn stars no more than 25 feet away.

Mom was moaning, Dad eventually punishing her pussy. I was plowing Chrissy hard the way she likes it from behind.

Mom screamed out that she was cumming. Dad let out a big grunt followed by a hard thrust, hold, hard thrust hold, repeat two or three times probably dumping cum in Mom.

Kind of jealous.

I took hold of Chrissy's tits while I thrusted her hard.

Several more hard ones.

Each one, Chrissy with a soft moan, then the big one.

She screamed, 'Holy cow!, I am coming Kirk.'

That was enough for me.

While her body trembled with delight, I poured my third load of cum in her.

I held her tight, kissing the back of her neck, as I shot spurt after spurt in her.

Chrissy said, 'Oh god. Hi Mom, hi Dad.'

***

Lane was so cool when we walked over to our kids, standing up, fucking right in front of us.

She asked Kirk, 'Are you done?'

He just shook his head yes.

'Then come on. I have something I want to do with you..'

She took his hand and led him to the staircase.

i just looked at Chrissy.

'So, do I need to get you pregnant anymore?'

She took my hand and led me to the staircase and said, 'I need as much cum as I can get Daddy.'

***

Epilogue

Chrissy met Jackson's challenge. Plus 2. Triplets.

He bragged to his high powered buddies what a virile, fertile stud he was fathering triplets.

The DNA test was inconclusive.

To be clear, we couldn't tell if they were Camerons' or Kirks'.

One of their sperms struck home that night.

But definitely not Jackson's.

Cameron and I remarried.

Chrissy stayed with Jackson.

We kept Kirk in the loop. On occasion, we did foursome swaps. Taking turns, rotating between each other.

It was fun once we accepted it as the new normal.

No other pregnancies.

Everyone was happy right?

All was good until Jackson found out.

But that is a whole other story.