I Saw My Sister's Boyfriend's Penis 02

"Lisa? Lisa, are you in there?" Our mom called again from the other side of my little sister's closed bedroom door.

We were still in the middle of Lisa's room, both completely naked. I was standing and Lisa was kneeling because I had just finished masturbating over her face and body. It's okay, my sister had actually asked me to do that. That's the only reason I did it. Because my little sister asked me to.

"I'm, I'm okay, Mom!" Lisa called back to our mother as I slowly, carefully, backed up so that if our mom opened the bedroom door, my naked self would be behind the door, and, god willing, our mom would not see me there.

"Honey, have you seen your brother? He's not in his room, the lights are out downstairs and his car's still in the driveway," she said, her voice full of worry for her only son's well being. I wished that I could tell her that I was fine. But I couldn't do that without her finding out about how I just got done jacking off on my little sister. That's not something our mom would be able to accept. I was still struggling to accept it myself.

Jesus Christ. This was all my fault. Mom had only turned her lights out a few minutes, maybe only one minute, before I had texted my sister that I was about to cum. If I could have just resisted and stopped jacking for just a few minutes, we probably would have been perfectly safe. Mom would have been fast asleep by the time I was jacking off all over her daughter's face, chest, and tummy.

"He's --- I'm! ---" my little sister stammered, and she looked over at me for guidance, and I motioned to her writing desk, and she understood and quickly stepped around her chair and sat down at her desk, which meant that she was facing away from me, and away from the bedroom doorway. I could see her butt crack from behind her chair. My little sister's cute little butt. It's weird, but I wanted to kiss her butt cheeks. I wanted to kiss them over and over and over. I wanted to kiss them and rub my stubbled face over her sensitive dainty little butt until she giggled and squirmed, but I would hold her close. I would hold my little sister close and kiss her sweet butt again and again and again.

Then my perverted little fantasy about my own sister was cut short: "Lisa, I'm coming in," our mom announced loudly. I wanted to wake up from the nightmare, but I could not, because I wasn't dreaming: this was actually happening, and the doorknob had turned, and just a foot or two from my very naked self, my sister's bedroom door began to open.

Lisa was at her desk, still naked, pretending to study.

"Oh, I'm sorry, babe," Mom said as she entered the room. "I didn't realize you weren't dressed. A little late night naked studying?" she asked casually, then she added, "Why's the overhead light on?" and Mom stepped into the room and clicked the pullstring on the overhead fan, turning off the light. Lisa's desk lamp was the only light in the room now.

I was partially behind the door, and I could see our mother now. She was wearing her usual bedtime clothes: A long floral night shirt, and presumably underwear underneath it, and probably no bra or undershirt.

"I... I guess I just left it on by accident," Lisa replied, and she looked back over her left shoulder to look up at our mom, and I knew that was a mistake. She should not look back, lest our mother see the glistening of my sperm upon her daughter's pale skin.

"I can see your butt," Mom said playfully. Not in a weird way. Just in a "mom" way.

"So you really haven't seen Brandon?" she asked again, and she did sound genuinely worried, and again I wished I could tell her that I was fine. But being naked in my sister's room, that was just not an option. I slowly and carefully pulled the door back closer to myself so that when Mom turned back around to leave, my naked form would be hidden behind the door. I hoped that the door would not creak as I moved it. It didn't.

"Did you look downstairs?" Lisa asked, and she turned around farther than she should have. I realized my greatest mistake: not reminding her to keep her face, which was still bubbling and shining with my semen, hidden from our mom.

"Honey, the lights are off down stairs. Lisa...? Lisa, honey, have you been crying?" she asked her daughter, and I knew it was all over.

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"No, mom, I'm fine," Lisa replied weakly, but as she spoke, our mom approached the back of her desk chair, and soon she was standing right behind my sister, who continued to try to pretend to be hard at work studying at her desk.

I pulled the door closer to myself, but I could not hide my entire body behind it from where Mom was standing. If she turned around, there was almost no chance that she wouldn't see me behind the door.

"Honey, look up at me?" Mom said to Lisa, placing her right hand on the back of Lisa's head, her long fingers getting lost in my little sister's messy brown hair.

My sister, unable to disobey our mom, looked back and up at our mother. "I haven't been crying, mom," she said defensively.

"What's this all over your face?" Mom asked, and her voice was filled with curiosity and concern.

"It's -- I've -- I've been crying," Lisa stammered, now changing her entire story, realizing that it would actually be much better if Mom thought that she was just having an ordinary teenage-girl cry.

"No, you haven't," our mom gently corrected her, surprise creeping into her voice. "What's this all over your face?" she asked again. She knew it wasn't tears. After all, most people don't cry out of their foreheads, and Lisa's forehead was saturated and with wetness.

"Lisa, where's your brother?" Mom asked again, and a distinct sense of unease could now be heard underneath her voice. She may have been trembling a small amount.

"He's... He's..." Lisa still did not know what to say, and despite all of her efforts to conceal what had just been done, her eyes went to mine, and slowly our mom's eyes followed hers, and I ducked behind the door, but I knew that the left side of my shoulder was still visible, and I knew I was caught.

"B-Brandon?" our mom asked in disbelief. I kept my face hidden behind the door. I put my hand out and waved weakly to our mom to confirm that it was just little-old-me here, naked and hiding behind the door.

Mom stepped up and opened the door, exposing my naked form. For a moment I resisted her pull on the door, but I remembered that it was my own mother that I was resisting, and I loved her, and she let me stay over whenever I wanted, so I should not resist her. I released my grip on the door, and my hands naturally went to my crotch to cover up. I was still quite hard, and I needed both hands to fully cover my shameful penis.

My mom looked me up and down, and I braced for the consequences of my actions.

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As my mom's eyes traveled up and down my naked body, they gradually became smaller and more serious as the implications of what she was seeing began to truly sink in.

"Brandon, why are you naked?" Mom asked me seriously. "Put your hands at your sides, stop covering up," she ordered me before I could even answer.

I obeyed my mom, and in the process, exposed to her my penis, which, despite the unbelievable earth-shattering awkwardness of the situation, was still obviously partially hard.

"Brandon," Mom said, crossing her arms, then she cleared her throat and continued: "Brandon, why are you naked in your sister's room with an erection?" she asked me, as though it were possible that I would have a reasonable explanation.

"And don't cover yourself," she told me again, after my hands had wandered back to my crotch and covered up again. I placed them at my sides again and willed them to remain there.

My mother's eyes stayed locked to my penis. She looked absolutely disgusted. But if she really was, would she be staring at her own son's penis like that? I wasn't sure. Perhaps it was possible.

I stammered at the floor, unable to find any words.

"Lisa, maybe you know the answer. Why are you and your brother naked in your room together?" she asked, and her voice sounded sarcastically casual. In a way that still suggested to me that we were both in some sort of really big trouble.

Maybe it sounds weird, a grown adult man being worried about being in trouble with his mom. But she's still my mom. Just her being mad at me, or even mildly disappointed, was a level of trouble that I would probably never be comfortable with.

"Mom, uh-" Lisa began, still facing away in her chair, but Mom interrupted her:

"Why don't you turn around, Lisa?" she said, still in that sarcastically casual way.

Lisa slowly turned around in her chair. She held her legs close together, and her hands clasped together tightly over her groin. Her body glistened with her older brother's semen, which continued to drip down her face and chest and tummy. I admired my shameful work, for a moment forgetting that our mother was laying eyes on that same work, and so far she did not seem particularly pleased, and seemed at best to be violently confused.

"Brandon, do you have anything to say about this?" Mom asked me pointedly, looking over at me and motioning to my sister's naked glistening body.

I looked my sister up and down. I couldn't help but again admire her form and the way it glistened where I had covered her. Amazingly, her little breasts had been almost entirely missed. I wondered if I would ever get to jack off on her again. I wondered, even, if we could do more than that, and I hoped that she would want to.

Again, Mom interrupted my reverie: "Is this YOUR mess!?" she asked me loudly, and almost incredulously, like what she was asking simply wasn't possible, even though she was realizing that it was the only answer to the things that she was seeing in her daughter's bedroom.

"Mom, I-" I began, but my wonderful little sister cut me off, and she stood up abruptly, and as she did I could see that two of the longest rivulets of semen were now slowly making their way past her belly button.

"I asked him to, Mom," Lisa said forcefully.

Mom locked eyes with me as my sister spoke. Her eyes were almost like those of a caught wild animal. She looked scared. The full truth was closing in on her, and her children were both adults, and there was nothing she could really do about it, and there were no lessons about sexuality that we did not already know, or that had not already been ignored (such as the lesson about how you are not supposed to jack off on your sister).

"You asked him to do what?" she asked Lisa, and it sounded like she was pleading with her, like: please tell me it isn't true.

"Mom, will you sit down?" Lisa said gently to our mom, and she placed her right hand on Mom's shoulder, and she guided her towards the bed.

"Brandon?" Mom looked at me with pleading eyes. Again they looked like the eyes of a cornered animal who could not come to terms with things as they seemed.

"Mom, sit down," I tried to say as calmly as I could. I felt silly because I was naked, and my penis was still somewhat erect, though it was finally starting to die down. Normally I don't stay so hard, especially in awkward situations. Maybe it was just the effect that being in the same room as my naked sister had on me.

Mom sat on the edge of the bed, and she propped the heels of her feet up on the bedframe, and she placed her elbows on her upper thighs and held her face against both of her palms, and she had let her long hair fall in front of her face.

Mom breathed in deeply and exhaled slowly. "Brandon, did you masturbate on your little sister?" she asked, and she seemed unusually calm for someone who was asking a question like that.

"Yes," I said, pushing the door away from myself and stepping into the clearing in the center of Lisa's bedroom. "I did," I said very plainly, and the door touched the frame but did not close because I had not pushed it very hard.

Mom sighed deeply again. She looked over at Lisa, who was still sitting naked in her chair.

"Lisa..." Mom started, but then she turned back to me.

"Brandon, would you turn the light on?" Mom looked over and up at me, and her hand fell away from her face, and she used it to pull her messy hair away from her eyes and she breathed out forcefully through her mouth, and the hair over her forehead puffed up for a moment and then settled back down.

It seemed like our mom was calming down, at least somewhat. I hoped that she would stay calm after I switched the overhead light back on.

With the bright light blazing again, I was expecting Mom's gaze to travel to my naked sister's glistening body, but instead her eyes landed on my penis, which was not glistening aside from at the very tip where my little sister had licked it, but which was still engorged to the point where it was pointing almost directly forward, maybe a little bit down as well.

Mom's mouth opened and then closed, like she'd almost spoken a thought out loud but decided to keep it to herself. She continued to look at my penis with a strange bemused interest for a few more seconds, and then she turned to my sister, and she swallowed.

Mom was seated on the edge of Lisa's bed, and her feet were planted on the bedframe and her knees were above her hips, which caused her long night shirt to ride up her pale thighs. She held her hands clasped in front of herself now, and her elbows were on her knees, and her arms were straight. Somehow, perhaps by the grace of God All Mighty, she actually seemed to still be calming down. That made me feel a whole lot better.

Mom looked up and down my sister's naked body, blinking rapidly as she did.

"Brandon, you..." as Mom spoke, her eyes stayed on my little sister's nakedness. "You really did this?" she asked, and still her eyes stayed on my little sister's shimmering glistening nakedness. Mom's mouth opened and closed several times, like she was trying to say something but could not find the right words.

"It just kept coming-" my sister said, and she cut herself off because she had spoken that phrase aloud without thinking about the fact that she was saying it to our mom.

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Mom's eyes went wide. Her face remained strangely expressionless. She quickly pulled her messy hair away from her face.

It was beginning to feel less horribly strangely awkward to be standing in a room naked, with my sister, who was also naked and covered in my sperm, and also with my mom, who was not naked, and definitely not covered in my sperm. I guess I was just getting used to the situation, and it was helping that Mom seemed to very much be chilling out about the whole situation.

"I did," I admitted that I was the perpetrator of the mess still dripping down my sister's face and body.

Mom sighed. "Brandon, would you get a wet washcloth for your sister?" Mom asked me. Her eyes looked tired. I obeyed, stepping out of Lisa's bedroom and heading over to the bathroom. While I went, I heard the conversation continue in Lisa's bedroom:

"It's dripping down close to your vagina and we don't want that, if it really is your brother's semen," Mom said to my little sister.

"It really is..." Lisa admitted quietly.

"We'll see about that," Mom said as I stepped back into the room. "Come here, babe," Mom instructed Lisa, and I was glad to hear her call Lisa "babe." It meant that she was still calming down.

Lisa obeyed our mom and stood up and took a few steps until she was standing right in front of our mom. As a reminder, both my sister and I were still completely naked at this point.

I walked up and stood there holding the wet washcloth in front of me.

Mom looked up and down her daughter's slender glistening body. With the overhead light on, it was much more clear how messy my sister was. How messy the mess was that I had ejaculated out upon her loveliness.

Then something happened that I was not expecting:

Mom sighed, and she took two fingers and ran them from around the top of where my sister's pubic hair began, and up a few inches. Mom then brought her fingers up to her mouth and cleaned them off.

Mom swallowed, and she looked thoughtful for a moment. I thought she was going to grimace, or gag, or throw up, but instead she just opened and closed her mouth a few times, and then she swallowed again.

"Yep. That's... that's definitely semen..." Mom said, nodding slowly. She didn't gag. She didn't even make a face. She just swallowed, and it didn't look like she had a difficult time doing it.

"I told you, Mom..." Lisa said bashfully. I handed her the washcloth, and she started cleaning herself up.

"Lisa, honey, start with your face and work down from there," Mom instructed her daughter. She was right: it's always best to clean from top to bottom.

"Oh, yeah," Lisa said, and she started to get to work on her cheeks and forehead, using the washcloth in both hands to clean her face off.

Mom sighed again. "You two are gonna have to explain why you decided to do this," she said.

My sister and I exchanged a nervous look, which Mom observed.

"I'm not mad. You're not in trouble. You're both too old be in trouble for something you decided to do together privately. I just need to know what led to this," Mom explained, and it seemed like she was being sincere.

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"I saw a picture of Brandon's penis," Lisa said plainly while wiping down her neck and getting behind her ears.

"Okay, that's a start," Mom admitted shaking her head. She turned to me. "Brandon, why did your sister see a picture of your penis? And was it hard?"

"It was only a little hard in the first two pictures," Lisa answered before I could say anything. I would have really liked to try to sugarcoat some of this for our mom's benefit, but Lisa just kept blurting stuff out.

"The first two pictures?" Mom continued to look at me even though Lisa had spoken last. "What came after the first two pictures?"

And yet again, Lisa answered before I could say anything. As Lisa spoke, Mom's head slowly turned from me over to her. My sister and I were both standing, and both still naked.

"The next picture. And the video. Actually, there was more than one video." As she spoke, a big goofy smile slowly appeared on her face. Maybe she was thinking about the video(s).

Mom took a long deep breath in and slowly let it out. "I'm gonna need to see this stuff. Lisa, let me see your phone, please." Oh god. Oh jesus.

My sister made a couple of adjustments on her phone and slowly handed it to our mom. While she did, she glanced over at me and I nodded slightly to confirm that I agreed she should go ahead and hand the phone to Mom. We were caught, so we might as well tell Mom the truth, and reveal to her anything she wanted to see.

Mom gazed down at the phone. Slowly she held the phone up closer to her face. "This one was taken right over there," she said, motioning to Lisa's desk. I was right by the desk when I took the first two pictures. Lisa nodded.

Mom swiped on the phone. "This one, too," she noted. Lisa nodded again.

Mom had just seen the two pictures I had taken earlier in this same room. I guessed that the next picture would be the one that I took from my bedroom, the one where I was fully hard and precum was leaking down the front of my shaft.

"Mom, I don't think you want to see the next ones," I warned her.

"If you thought it was okay to show to your little sister, then it's okay for me to see it too," Mom said dismissively, not even looking up at me, and she proceeded to the next picture.

Mom's mouth dropped open and her eyes went wide. She held her hand over her mouth and stared at the picture for what felt like a long time. And then -- and it was such a relief to hear -- Mom started laughing, and as she laughed, she asked Lisa, "Honey, is this the 'cool thing' you saw earlier? When I heard that crash come from your room?" She smiled over at her naked daughter. Mom was really cheering up.

"Maybe," Lisa said bashfully, and she looked like she was trying not to smile, but doing a pretty bad job of it.

"I guess I can understand that," Mom said, looking back down at her daughter's phone. "It's a very nice picture," she added.

Huh? My mom thought the picture of my erect wiener, leaking from excitement, was "very nice?"

I guess that's at least better than Mom screaming and throwing things and forbidding me and Lisa from ever seeing each other again. That sounds a little extreme, but it was closer to what I genuinely expected to happen when Mom came in here.

"If you like that, just wait till you see the rest..." Lisa said, looking down and holding her hands clasped in front of her naked crotch. Oh man, all of her was naked. I looked her up and down again. I'm really lucky to have such a beautiful sister.

"There's more?" Mom asked, and she looked back and forth between me and my sister. We both nodded slowly. Mom smiled as she swiped to the next thing on Lisa's phone. What she saw next was the first video that I had sent to my sister.

In this video, I held my fully erect penis at the base of the head, and I ejaculated only a teeny tiny bit so that a pool of semen accumulated in a round shape in the space between my fingers and my penis. It was a very short video showing basically nothing but white fluid exiting the tip of my penis.

Mom's eyes grew wider, and her mouth dropped open like before, and her hand went to her lips and this time her index and middle finger partially entered her mouth, pulling down slightly on her bottom lip, exposing her lower front teeth.

"Brandon, that's... that's..." Mom stammered and trailed off, and the video ended, and she quickly pressed play to see her son partially ejaculate again.

"Bran..." she said again, dreamily now. Her eyes had softened and she closed her mouth and she seemed to smile. The video ended and she played it a third time.

"Mom?" Lisa said quietly. Mom looked up at her with a glazed expression on her face but didn't say anything.

"Watch the next one, Mom," Lisa said excitedly, motioning to her phone, which Mom still held close to her face.

Our mom took Lisa's advice and watched the next video. In this one, I stroked my hand down to the base of my shaft, allowing my fluids to drip down my penis. And then I stroked up and down one single time, and the final frame was my glistening wiener, coated in my own sexual fluids. Kind of weird, I know, but not gay, because it was my own semen (not that there would be anything wrong with something being gay, one's personal sexual preference is nobody's business but their own).

Lisa and I stood there in front of our mother, still naked, while our mother played and replayed the short video again and again. We had stood there for 30 seconds, or maybe a whole minute, before Lisa said, "Mom? Watch the last one."

"Turn the volume up, too," Lisa suggested as Mom began watching the final video. Mom turned the volume up, and soon I could hear the slippery squishing sound of my hand repeatedly traveling up and down the full length of my penis.

The final video was probably the most enticing to anyone who is interested in the human penis, or in human male bodily fluids. It consisted of around 30 seconds of me vigorously jacking myself using my own semen as lube.

"Brandon?" Mom said seriously while not taking her eyes away from the video that continued to play in front of her.

"Yeah?" I replied softly.

"Just for the future," she began, and then she swallowed, and she didn't take her eyes away from the video, and the sound of my slippery jacking filled the room. She continued: "Brandon, you should know the kind of effect that something like this can have on women."

My sister and I exchanged a quick glance. I swallowed and looked at Mom, who was still watching the video.

"What effect is that?" I asked cautiously.

Mom motioned to my sister, who by now had actually finished wiping herself clean. She was no longer naked and dripping with her brother's sperm. Now she was just naked.

"That effect," Mom said, and then the video stopped playing and she quickly pressed play again. "The effect that makes your sister ask you to... to... to finish all over her," she explained.

"Yeah," I agreed. "I guess that was kind of my bad," I said. Lisa still held her hands clasped in front of her crotch and she grinned over at me. I smiled back at her. We were so happy that it was actually starting to look like our mom wasn't going to kill us for this, or tell our dad, or report us to the police, or spank our butts as punishment, or anything bad.

Mom breathed in and exhaled loudly. She watched the video again in silence. Around 20 seconds later, the video concluded and the sound of me sloppily masturbating my penis no longer filled the room. My sister quickly adjusted her hair with both hands. While they were up, I snuck a 4 or 5 second peek at her crotch. Wow. Wow. And I had a picture of that on my phone. Wow. Lisa. My little sister Lisa.

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A moment after the video stopped, Mom tried to swipe over like she had done a few times before. But this time, there was no new video. There was nothing to swipe over to. She tried a few more times.

Mom looked over at me. "You two, did you," and as she spoke, she looked back and forth between me and my sister, and her finger pointed back and forth between the two of us. "Did the two of you make another video? Before I came in here?" she asked, and there was no denying it anymore; her tone was hopeful, and her eyes were wide, and her face had become red, and she held Lisa's phone in one hand and the other she held against her upper chest.

We told our mom that she had already seen the last video that there was.

"Oh. Okay..." Mom said disappointedly. "Brandon, can you come here please?" Mom motioned to me to come closer to her. I stepped over.

Mom's hand slowly went out towards my penis, but then she paused. My erection ticked in the air in rhythm with my rapid heartbeat, and Mom's hand began moving towards me again, and slowly and cautiously her warm fingers wrapped gently around the head of my penis. Her palm was very soft.

Even though I had just finished a few minutes ago, my penis still reacted to my mom's touch, and her face reacted positively to the head of my penis expanding in her loose grip. She began to feel up my shaft, and as she did my penis began to muster its strength again. This happened without me willing it consciously. It was just my body's reaction to being touched in such a gentle and loving way. No one had ever touched me quite like this before.

Soon her wandering hand reached my testicles. She squeezed them very lightly in her hand and fondled them gently with her fingers and thumb.

While my mother played with my testicles, my penis arose with all its might, as if it hadn't just finished vigorously ejaculating all over its owner's sister. If anything, it was harder and stronger than before.

Mom swallowed, and her eyes seemed to be filled with longing. She looked over at my sister.

"Would you two mind showing me what happened before I came in here?" Mom asked, and she looked back and forth between my sister as she spoke.

Lisa smiled and started nodding her head so vigorously that her messy hair bounced up and down in her face. Mom looked up at me with wide, excited eyes.

"I, uh, I'd have to uh, I'd have to get ready first," I stammered like a nervous man in his early twenties who had just been asked by his mom to ejaculate over his sister's naked face and body.

"Well, what if I help with that?" Mom suggested immediately. "I don't mind, I'm asking you to do this for me, so I don't mind getting it ready," she said, and she looked closely at my raging penis when she said the words "getting it ready."

"I could help, too?" Lisa suggested weakly, still holding her hands clasped together over her groin. The washcloth she had used to clean herself of my fluids was bunched up on the floor next to her feet.

Mom dropped to her knees in front of me. I stepped back to give her room, and turned partially towards my sister.

Mom motioned towards the space next to her, and Lisa stepped over and kneeled down next to her. My whole immediate family was kneeled down in front of me.

"Lisa, why don't you get started," Mom said casually while beginning to pull her night shirt off over her head.

My little sister inched closer to me, and her hand wrapped around the base of my shaft, and she pointed my penis towards her face and looked at it thoughtfully. Then she looked up at me nervously.

Our mom was topless now, but she still had her cotton panties on. Her breasts were much bigger than I would have expected. Her nipples were pale pink, about the same shade as Lisa's.

"Go ahead, baby," Mom encouraged my little sister. "Start by kissing it, right on the tip," she added.

"Okay, Mom," Lisa said nervously, and her lips drew closer to me, and soon I could feel her hot and rapid breaths on my throbbing unit as she held it by the base and continued to point it towards her lovely face.

Mom watched closely as my sister's mouth began to open as she slowly approached me, and she looked up into my eyes as the head of my penis entered her mouth.

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When my little sister's lips closed behind the head of my penis, she made a sound that I can only describe as a Homer Simpson eating sound: "Hawhb!"

While my penis entered my little sister's wet mouth, Mom watched closely and her mouth opened at the same time Lisa's did. It seemed like she was imagining what it would be like to do what Lisa was doing right then.

Lisa allowed her hand to fall away from me, and now she held me only in her mouth, and she began to suck slowly and sensually over the head of my penis, never allowing it to fully exit her mouth, because then my penis would point straight up on its own, and she would need to use her hand to get it back into position for sucking.

"Be careful, babe," Mom said to my sister as she suckled on the tip of my penis. "Remember the first picture? Your brother's penis might leak like that again,"

Now Lisa did allow me to fall out of her mouth, and as expected my penis sprang up and looked at the ceiling.

"That was the third picture, Mom," she corrected her, and her hand went back out to the base of my shaft, and she point it back down towards her mouth, and again her mouth made a Homer Simpson "Hawhb!" sound as she sealed her lips around me.

"Oh, that's right. Well, it's the first really GOOD picture," Mom corrected herself.

"Mmm-hmmmm," Lisa agreed without taking me out of her mouth. She repeatedly and wetly slurped over the tip of my penis, lapping and swirling her tongue around on me as she did. This time she did not allow her hand to fall away from me, and she instead used it to stroke me slowly as she worked with her mouth.

"Lisa, can I see your hand for a second?" Mom asked my little sister.

Lisa held her right hand out for our mom, and instead placed her left hand on my penis and held my shaft while continuing to work on the tip with her mouth.

I watched as Mom took her daughter's hand and held it palm up. She leaned her face over Lisa's open palm, and I could not see because Mom's hair was in the way, but I heard her push a glob of spit out of her mouth.

"There! Try that, babe," Mom said cheerfully.

Lisa's left hand fell away from my shaft, and she replaced it with her right. Immediately I could feel our the warmth and moisture of our mother's saliva. Lisa began to twist her hand around and up and down my shaft. Mom's spit was so very slippery.

Now Lisa continued, and her right hand glided up and down along my shaft while she playfully and lovingly made out with the head of my penis. I wanted her to go deeper, but it seemed like just the tip was filling her mouth almost entirely.

"I'll bet that feels nice, Brandon," Mom said while still watching the action closely. I confirmed for both my mom and my little sister that it did indeed feel very good.

"I just thought that would be a good idea, since it seems like your sister might have a hard time, uh..." Mom trailed off.

Lisa removed me from her mouth, but continued stroking me as she spoke to our mom: "Sucking the whole thing?" she said.

"Well.. yeah, that's what I meant," Mom replied.

Lisa didn't say anything, just put her brother's penis back in her mouth. Well, put as much of my penis in her mouth as she could fit, which was basically just the head and maybe half an inch of the shaft. Just that much seemed to be pretty much entirely filling her mouth.

I have a pretty decently sized penis, but seeing my little sister struggle with it like this made it seem enormous. I'd feel a little bad, but Lisa seemed to be enjoying it. And I was definitely enjoying having it slurped on by my naked little sister. So everyone was happy. Even Mom seemed happy. Maybe too happy.

After a minute or so, Mom said, "Lisa, you can spit on it if it starts to dry out a little bit. You can just spit directly on it," she advised my little sister.

Lisa took me out of her mouth and held my penis so it was facing forward, then she pushed it down a few degrees and spat forcefully on the top of my shaft. Her warm saliva traveled down both sides of my shaft, and Lisa began stroking me again, and everything was nice and warm and wet.

"Like that?" Lisa asked our mom while stroking my penis in the direction of her face, but I answered first:

"Yeah, Leese, just like that," I said quietly, and my sister put me back into her mouth, and she looked up at me with wide eyes with her mouth filled with my penis. Her tongue licked and flicked and slithered over me. It was too bad Mom couldn't actually see that, because it was happening inside of my sister's closed mouth.

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Now Lisa began, finally, to try to stuff more of me into her mouth. She wobbled her head back left and right and pressed forward, and I could feel the tip of my penis pressing against the back of her mouth.

"Lisa, don't hurt yourself," Mom said with concern, but she continued to watch with great interest.

"Mmm-mmmm," Lisa replied with her mouth full of brotherly penis. It sounded like she would have said "I won't," if her mouth was not filled with my erection.

I stroked my sister's messy hair with the tips of my fingers. I can't believe that before tonight I had never realized how truly beautiful she was. She looked up at me and she sort of gagged and coughed at the same time. It sent spit flying out from her lips, but she kept me in her mouth. Her eyes went red and watery as she looked up at me, now forcing more of me into her mouth and down her throat. She was no almost one third of the way down my shaft.

"Lisa, I'm serious, don't hurt yourself," Mom said again. Lisa gave the same non-verbal "I won't" response with her mouth full.

"Just doing what you've been doing will get the job done," Mom added. "Uh, right, Brandon?" she looked up at me.

"Yeah," I agreed. "Uh, eventually," I added. It was true: I would eventually ejaculate from what my sister had been doing so far. But it might take a while.

Lisa took me out of her mouth. "Eventually?" she asked incredulously. "I'm working really hard here. Eventually? How long?" she whined.

"It might take a while, honey," Mom interjected. "He just finished, right? Right before I came in?"

"Yeah, only like a minute before..." Lisa said dejectedly. She had allowed my penis to fall away from her mouth and she was not holding it, so again it was sticking up straight at the ceiling (Gods, I was strong, then!).

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"Well, babe," Mom said while standing up and stepping over to Lisa's bed. I admired our mom's big butt while she walked. She still had her panties on, but they were kind of wedged into her butt crack, so I could see basically what her butt would look like if she were totally naked, like Lisa and I were.

"That might make it take longer. You knew that, right?" Mom grabbed a couple of pillows from the head of Lisa's bed and began to step back over to us. I quickly looked away from her so she wouldn't see that I was checking out her butt. Her big bubbly mom butt. Lisa's butt is much more small and dainty.

"Yeah, I guess..." Lisa said, and she was staring ahead at my genitals, I think at my balls.

"Here, babe, put this under your legs," Mom said as she handed Lisa one of the pillows. Mom get her pillow situated under herself and kneeled back down in front of me. Lisa, still kneeling down, took her pillow from Mom and got it situated under her knees.

Lisa bounced up and down a few times, bending her legs at the knee but not lifting her knees from the pillow. She made a happy little face. You know the meme where the girl is first grossed out, but then in the next panel she looks pleasantly surprised? Lisa's face was like the pleasantly surprised face.

"Thanks, Mom!" she said cheerfully.

"This carpet's really rough on the knees. When your father still lived with us, I would--" and Mom cut herself off there. I was glad she did. I didn't really want to hear any of the gory details surrounding the sex life shared between my parents while they were still together.

"Brandon, c'mere," Mom said, making a "Come here" motion with all fingers on both hands. Everyone in the room forgot about the awkwardness of what Mom had almost just said.

I took a step towards my mom, and she looked up at me with wide eyes and her mouth wide open. She left her arms at her sides. She wanted me to insert myself into her open mouth.

So I did. I took my shaft at the base and pointed it forward. As I inched into place in front of our mom, she adjusted the height and angle of her face to accept her son's erect penis. Although, technically, when it was in her mouth, it was more horizontal than "erect."

Mom secured her lips around the base of the head of my penis, but she did not make a sloppy noise the way Lisa had. And rather than just slurp over the head with her lips and tongue, she immediately started working her lips closer to me, closer to the base of my shaft, filling her mouth and throat with however many inches of penis were available.

Since I was already fully saturated with saliva, Mom was able to ease me into her throat relatively easily. Lisa watched in disbelief, her eyes wide and still a little red.

"Whoa..." Lisa sad as Mom's lips finally reached the base of my shaft. I was now fully submerged in our mom's face. There was no visible penis anywhere. It was all inside of my mom's mouth and throat.

Mom began to slowly pull back, dragging her lips and tongue along my shaft as she did. At about the halfway point, Lisa said quietly, "Mom I can see his cock in your neck. Like in your throat." She said this like it was very important.

Mom sort of chuckled through her nose without taking me out of her mouth. When I was mostly out, she took Lisa's hand and placed it over the front of her neck, over where her Adam's apple would be if she had one.

Lisa's eyes and mouth both slowly opened wide as Mom pushed me fully back down her throat.

"Mom how do you do that..." Lisa said reverently. She didn't say it like a question exactly. More like a statement of disbelief, or near-disbelief. Again Mom drew back, dragging her wet lips and tongue along me as she did. She came off of me but she didn't need to gasp for air, because she had been breathing through her nose whenever my cock was not blocking her throat.

"It just takes practice, babe," Mom said to Lisa with her lips only an inch away from the tip of my penis, which was almost dripping from how wet it had gotten in Mom's mouth. Lisa was looking at our mom like she was someone she'd never met before.

"I've just never really had the opportunity with... Uhm... something like that before," Lisa explained, looking at the penis that dripped and throbbed in front of our mom's lips. I was dying for Mom to take me back into her mouth again.

"You mean something like your big brother's penis?" Mom grinned at her daughter, then kissed the tip of my penis affectionately.

"heh-Yeah," Lisa chuckled through her reply.

I was worried that Mom would tell us that she got plenty of practice on our dad, but luckily she left that unspoken. Still, it seemed like the most likely explanation for how easily my mom could engorge my entire phallus into and upon her face. I suppose it would make sense if our dad had a penis similar to mine, but it wasn't something I wanted to think about consciously. And God damn it, I just did.

Mom opened her mouth to welcome me back in, but then she had a second thought and turned to Lisa.

"Lisa, you want to trade again?" she offered, and with her hand she pointed my wiener in my little sister's direction, offering it to her.

Lisa's eyes squinted thoughtfully for just a moment. "Nooo, I just wanna watch you do it, Mom," she said, and she repositioned herself so that she was no longer kneeled down but was instead sitting cross-legged, still on the pillow that Mom had given her.

"Are you sure? Your brother might cum soon," Mom warned her, but I could tell I wasn't really that close, so I spoke up:

"I think it'll still take a while," I said, my voice weak but my wiener still tall and strong.

"No no, I mean you'll finish soon if I really keep going. I mean, really keep going," Mom said suggestively.

"What does THAT mean?" Lisa asked, smiling nervously.

Mom sighed. "I just mean that you guys ain't seen nothing yet," she said.

"Have you only shown us a fraction of your power?" I asked our mom. Mom and Lisa both laughed. I did too, a little.

"Something like that. You wanna see?" She asked Lisa. Lisa nodded excitedly. "I just want Brandon to cum again," she said. Her hair got in her eyes but she quickly pulled it back with both hands.

"Bran? You ready?" Mom asked me as though we were reaching a point of no return. It turned out that we were. I told my mom that I was ready.

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"Lisa, you wanna make another video?" Mom offered hopefully, and Lisa immediately sprang up from her cross-legged position and grabbed her phone off of the bed where Mom had set it down. By the time Lisa was back on her pillow, Mom had my shaft about halfway behind her lips. Lisa frantically got a video recording started. Lisa didn't return to her cross-legged position, and went back to her knees, so that she could get a better angle for the video recording. Lisa held the phone horizontally while recording, and she didn't watch through the screen, instead watching directly with her eyes over the screen. But occasionally she would glance down at the screen and adjust, so I was confident she was getting a good recording for us. And I assumed for herself.

By the time Lisa got the recording going, Mom had already gone down once completely and was then back at the tip, not allowing me to actually exit her mouth.

Lisa tapped me a few times on my hip while still recording Mom's slow and diligent and wet work. "Don't cum, remember? You're supposed to cum on me, that's what Mom wanted, remember?" she said in a whiny tone. I was flattered that my little sister seemed to want me to ejaculate all over her again. She must really love me. Or maybe she just really loves cum. Either way, she was my little sister, and I definitely loved her, so I was glad to give her what she wanted.

"Don't worry, I'll say something before," I said, watching Mom intently as she slowly worked my penis in and out of her throat and mouth.

Mom came off of me just long enough to say, "Don't worry, Lisa, I'll be able to tell when your brother's about to finish," and then she put me back in and got back to work. Lisa smiled and continued recording, watching us over the phone but occasionally checking the screen to make sure she was getting a good video.

While my penis continued slowly to enter my mom's lovely face, I wondered when she would show me her true power. It was probably the best blowjob I had ever received -- and the first one where the girl could actually take my whole erect penis into her mouth -- but Mom was working slowly enough that I was pretty sure it would take a while. Ten minutes, maybe more. Especially since I had just finished before Mom came in here, only maybe 10 minutes ago.

Then Mom adjusted her technique, speeding up considerably.

First, she placed both of her hands on my on my hips, positioning them so her fingertips were digging into my butt cheeks. Then she gradually began to increase the pace.

While she had been going slow, she made virtually no sound. But as she began to go faster, she first began to make a quiet "Gluk" in the back of her throat each time she went all the way down.

As Mom's pace increased, the Gluks became louder and more frequent. Mom never allowed her lips to disconnect from me. She began again to breathe whenever I was not fully down her through, but now her breaths were sloppy and ragged, and she sent spit flying away from her mouth whenever she breathed out. The spit landed on her own face, as well as on my shaft. But where it landed on my shaft it was obscured and washed away by my mom's relentless repeating suckings. And what landed on her face stayed there, or dripped down and away. Down to her bare chest. Her face was dripping with her own saliva.

Lisa was still filming with her phone. She watched with amazement. I did too. Mom's pace increased further still.

"Mom how can you go so fast..." Lisa said to herself. "Oh!" she exclaimed then, and she made a few adjustments on the phone with her thumb. She began recording again. "I turned on slow motion," she looked up at me and said with a big dumb smile. I told her that was a good idea. Mom did not stop, but she made a funny noise in her throat and offered a quick thumbs up with her left hand, which she then returned to steady herself against my right hip. The fingers of both of her hands were digging into my ass cheeks just a little bit.

It's okay, she's my mom, she can touch my butt. It's not a big deal.

Mom continued for 30 seconds more, or maybe a minute, and then I had to adjust the way I was standing because it felt so good. By this time, Mom was practically slamming her face into me, using her hands against my hips to push and pull me into and out of her loving motherly face. The lower part of her face was basically covered in her own spit, so each time she drew away from me we had countless thin strings of moisture still connecting us for just a moment.

My body tensed up a bit. I wasn't sure, but I think my penis increased in power by an additional 2%.

She kept sucking for a few more seconds, then took me out and turned to my sister while stroking me slowly and carefully. "He's almost ready, Lisa," she told my sister. Mom put only the tip back into her mouth and continued stroking while Lisa responded.

"How can you tell?" Lisa asked.

"His body kinda tensed up," Mom said, momentarily taking me away from her lips. "His penis got a little bigger and harder," Mom explained accurately, and put me back into her mouth, continued stroking, and looked up at me. I was about to blow any moment. Mom could tell even better than I could.

Mom took me out of her mouth once more. "Hand me the phone, please, Lisa," she spoke quickly. Lisa handed Mom the phone and Mom took it in her left hand. Her right hand, which was on my shaft, stopped moving while Mom focused on the phone for a moment.

"It's still recording?" Mom asked, and Lisa confirmed that it was still recording.

"Okay," Mom said, returning her focus to my shaft and beginning again to stroke, but at a faster rate. "You ready to finish, baby?" she looked up at me with loving eyes. I was so glad she wasn't mad at me for jacking off on my sister. I was so glad she was helping me do it again.

"I think so, Mom," I said nervously. Lisa pulled her hair away from her eyes and angled her face up, and faced in my direction.

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"Okay, you guys just do exactly what you did before I came in here," Mom said, instructing me to finish over my little sister's face, and instructing her to sit there still and be blasted with her older brother's semen.

I took my shaft in my hand and took one step towards my little sister. She smiled just feeling me step towards her. I stroked myself only a few times, my penis still dripping wet with my mother's saliva. She had been going so vigorously, and things were so slippery, that there may have been some snot mixed in there as well. And that really isn't gross at all, because it's my own mom we're talking about here.

I positioned the tip of my penis about an inch in front of Lisa's nose, and began blasting her in the face with semen.

This might have been the most pleasurable orgasm of my entire life. I groaned from it each time more semen exited my body and landed on my sister. The first several spurts landed on her forehead, and they began almost immediately to drip down her face. Lisa's eyes were closed, and soon multiple rivers of brotherly semen covered them, sealing the shut for the time being.

This time, Lisa didn't get overwhelmed with cum. If anything, the opposite happened. Once a few more spurts had rained down upon her cheeks and lips and chin, she opened her mouth wide, and I knew what to do.

Even as I positioned myself so that the last bits of my orgasm would be caught in Lisa's mouth, Mom was already saying, "Finish in her mouth, Bran, she wants you to finish cumming in her mouth..." Mom was close to the action, filming with Lisa's phone.

"Ahhhhh!" Lisa said like a kid at the doctor with her tongue out, as I finished ejaculating into her mouth. As my orgasm finally finished, several droplets of sperm fell from the tip of my penis and landed on her tongue.

"Holy shit," Mom said with a big smile on her face. She was still filming.

"Lisa, you said you turned on slow motion? Was that still going?" Mom asked.

"Mmmm-hmm," Lisa replied wordlessly after swallowing the fluid that had exited my penis and entered her mouth. My semen was dripping down from her chin and was accumulating in a single glob on her chest and was beginning to travel downwards towards her tummy, to her belly button, eventually to her adorable crotch.

Mom set the phone down without thinking to stop the recording. That was okay.

"Lisa, we don't want this stuff near your vagina," Mom lovingly admonished my little sister, and then she took her hand to the area just above Lisa's belly button, where my semen had dripped down to, and she wiped her fingers upwards, smearing my semen over Lisa's body and gathering most of it onto her fingers.

Mom cleaned her fingers off loudly with her mouth. I watched her with my eyes wide and my hand still wrapped around my shaft.

Mom swallowed. "Your brother's semen tastes surprisingly good," she said thoughtfully to her daughter.

"That's why I opened my mouth!" Lisa replied happily, shaking her hands in front of her with her palms up for emphasis. Her eyes were glued shut from the semen that had rolled down over her eyelids. Her cheeks and forehead glistened in the overhead light.