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Mom's Bed

By: JoeDreamer



"Oh yes Bobby! Harder!" I overheard my cousin Gloria cry as I passed the guest bedroom. I rolled my eyes. 

"It's nice to see someone is having fun," I said softly as I moved down the hall. I passed my sister's bedroom and heard the headboard rocking into the wall. "Lisa really needs to fix that." 

I didn't much like my sister's boyfriend Ted, but I'd learned a long time ago to stay out of her love life. He was an asshole. I couldn't hide my feeling on him, not from her, but I remained silent on the subject. I was sure Lisa would figure it out eventually and for the time being, at least he was a good-looking asshole that seemed to make her happy.

I moved on once again toward my own room. Gloria's brother Francis was there with his new girlfriend Rhonda. My cousin was using my room because the only other bedroom available was my mother's and neither Lisa nor I thought it right that he and his girlfriend sleep there. I got mom's bed since I was the one who stupidly broke up with his girlfriend the week before.

"I really could have timed it better," I mumbled to myself. 

Lisa and I had started planning this night from the moment mom told us that she was going out of town on business. I was twenty and going to the local community college. Lisa was twenty-three and already working. She still lived home while she saved up for a place.

Mom was pretty old fashioned and didn't let the people we were dating sleep over. She has to know that we weren't virgins, but mom was a typical mother. She liked to think of us still as kids. It would have been cute if it weren't so annoying.

I stopped in front of my bedroom door and listened. I forgot to get a pair of sweats to sleep in out of my closet before Francis and Rhonda disappeared into my room. I didn't hear anything, so I opened the door gently. I glanced at my bed and saw that they were asleep.

Francis and his girl were naked. My eyebrows rose in appreciation when I saw Rhonda. I had to give my cousin credit. I'd thought she was cute when I met her earlier, but now I realized that Rhonda was a lot more than that. She was hot! My cousin's girl had a very nice body. I shook my head and looked away.

The sweat pants were easily reachable and I got them as quietly as I could. I was making my escape when I stubbed my toe. I cursed as quietly as I could.

"Are you okay?" I heard Rhonda ask. I looked back toward the bed. She had pulled the covers up, but I could still see her curves through the sheets. She saw me looking and smiled.

"Fine," I replied a little to quickly. "Sorry. I just needed to get something to sleep in."

"It's not a problem," she said kindly. "I shouldn't have a problem going back to sleep. I'm still pretty drunk."

"Aren't we all?" I grinned. "We finished almost all the alcohol we bought, and that's saying something!"

"It was a fun night," she smiled in return. It was sexy as hell. I looked at her and shook my head as I fought to hide my sudden and intense attraction to her.

"You know, if you do have a problem going back to sleep..." I began, and paused when I realized what I was about to say. What the hell was wrong with me? 

"Yes?" she asked with a raised eyebrow. I was horny as hell and tempted, but it wasn't going to happen. I wasn't the type to try and steal my cousin's girl. Besides, what kind of heel would do it from right out of bed? "You could wake up Francis. I'm sure he'd appreciate it."

"You think?" she smiled. I thought I saw some disappointment there too, but it was probably just my imagination.

"I know!" I laughed, then glanced at my cousin who seemed almost comatose and added, "Although he seemed wiped out."

"He is," she replied, slowly looking at me oddly. "Do you want to fill in for him?" I was stunned. Tonight was the first time I met Rhonda. She was pretty quiet earlier. I would never have guessed she was like this!

"No," I replied with some difficulty. "Not that I'm not tempted. Hell, more than tempted! You're hot as hell, but you're here with Francis."

"How sweet," she teased. "Oh, and thanks for the complement."

"You deserve it," I said, shaking my head.

"If you keep talking like that," she smiled sexily. "I might not give you the choice." 

"I'd better be going then," I laughed, but it was very difficult to move.

"Now look what you've done?" she asked. "I'm horny again. I guess I'll have to wake up Francis and help him recover."

"Think you can?" I joked. "He looks passed out."

"Watch me," she replied confidently. Rhonda shocked me again by reaching out and beginning to rub my cousin's cock through the sheet. She was watching me, obviously enjoy my reaction.

'Wow!' I thought. 'This girl was definitely something else, drunk or not!'

Rhonda continued to look at me as she worked my cousin's cock. I stood there mesmerized. She had one of the sexiest smiles I'd ever seen. She let the sheet drop slightly and exposed her breasts. I shook my head.

"I don't suppose you have a sister?" I asked.

"Two," she grinned. "But the younger one is only eighteen and pretty innocent."

"And the older one?" I asked.

"You couldn't handle her," Rhonda laughed.

"Maybe not," I smiled. "But after watching this, I'd sure like to try."

"Watching what?" she asked huskily, no longer laughing. "You mean this?" And with that Rhonda pulled my cousin's hard cock from under the sheet and took it into her mouth. Her eyes never left mine. I swallowed hard.

"Does Francis know just how much of a slut you are?" I groaned. She pulled off my cousin's cock. It glistened, but I wasn't really looking at it. My eyes were locked with hers.

"Not yet," she smiled sexily, stroking Francis's cock. "But he's learning."

"Are you sure you aren't willing to introduce me to your sister?" I groaned. 

"Maybe one day," she smiled. "Or maybe I'll let Francis play with my sister and keep you to myself."

"Wow!" I cried. "Are you always like this?"

"Not usually," she admitted. "But like I said earlier, I'm drunk."

"So if you were sober you wouldn't want to do what you just suggested?"

"Oh, I would want to do it," she replied. "I just wouldn't have suggested it, at least not so soon after starting to date Francis and meeting you."

"You are something else!" I said, shaking my head.

"Yes, she is," my cousin said, finally awake.

"Hey lover boy," Rhonda said, smiling at Francis. She followed that by taking my cousin's cock back into her mouth. He looked at me and grinned.

"You two have fun," I said, shaking my head again and leaving my room.

I went into the bathroom and changed into my sweats. I had to wrestle my cock inside. Rhonda really got to me. No surprise there, but I was also a little shocked at Francis. He was nineteen and my younger cousin, but he seemed to take Rhonda's sexuality in stride much better than me. I forced Tried to force myself not to think about it or I'd never get to sleep.

My mother room was the biggest and she had a king sized bed. I shook my head sadly as I looked at it. It was too bad she never shared it with anyone. My father had disappeared right after I was born. I didn't know him and at this point I never wanted to.

I climbed into bed and closed my eyes. I was tired, but had a hard time going to sleep. I knew what was going on in all of the other bedrooms and I had to admit that I was jealous. I was also horny as hell. I thought about taking care of myself, but I was in mom's bed and I just couldn't do it. 

It took me some time to finally relax. That's when lying in mom's bed helped. It smelled of her and reminded me of how she used to help me calm down and fall asleep when I was a kid. In fact, mom's bed was where Lisa and I used to climb in when we had nightmares. Mom would play with our hair until we fell asleep.

I'm not sure how long I slept before I heard someone enter the room. It was pitch black and whoever it was didn't seem to be interested in putting on the light despite stumbling. I couldn't quite remember what I was dreaming about, but I knew it was sexual. I was disappointed that my sleep was interrupted.

I opened my mouth and almost started to ask what was going on, but I stopped myself when I realized that there was no reason for someone to come in here in the middle of the night. I briefly played with the idea that it might be a burglar, but the person was far too noisy for that. It had to be one of the people sleeping over.

I reviewed who was in the house and a thought came to me. I felt myself stiffen instantly. Could it be? Would she do this? 

I thought the answer to both questions obvious. I remembered the way Rhonda looked at me and what she said. It had to be her. The question was, what should I do about it? She was sneaking into the room I was sleeping in, her intent obvious, but she was my cousin's girlfriend.

'Maybe Francis knows. Maybe they decided to do what she said. Maybe my cousin is going to get Rhonda's sister while I get Rhonda,' I thought suddenly, but then frowned and added, 'That's a hell of a lot of maybes.'

I was still wrestling with myself on what to do when she climbed into bed next to me. All the sexual tension from before returned in full and I reached for her. Rhonda was my cousin's girl and we were in my mother's bed, but I was too worked up to think or worry about it anymore. I aggressively pulled her into a kiss before she could say anything. She was naked and tasted strongly of alcohol.

Rhonda stiffened at first when I kissed her. I guess she was surprised I was awake. She relaxed quickly enough though and ended up being a good kisser despite being drunk. She moaned softly into my mouth as I started rubbing her breasts. They felt larger than I remembered. She took my cock in her hand and start stroking it like she did with Francis earlier. It was my turn to moan.

I pulled off my shirt and sweats and dropped them on the floor. We were both obviously beyond the need of foreplay. I rolled on top of her and Rhonda spread her legs wide. The scent of her excitement spread and despite being ready, I couldn't stop myself from taking a moment to taste her. My tongue dipped deep into her pussy and she cried out. Rhonda's pussy was surprisingly hairy. I liked it.

"Yes! It's been so long!"

I froze at the words. The voice wasn't Rhonda's! My mind took seconds to function before it could wrap around the truth. I was lying here with my head between my mother's legs! Oh my God! She was supposed to be out of town!

"Don't stop!" mom cried, using both hands to pull my face against her. I didn't know what to do. This was wrong, so very wrong!

'Or is it?' I suddenly asked myself. I mean, I knew it was wrong, but obviously my mother liked what I was doing. I loved her and if it brought her pleasure, maybe right and wrong didn't come into it. Besides, she tasted amazing!

"Please!" my mom cried. "I'm close!" I tentatively started licking again almost without realizing it. Mom groaned and pulled my mouth against her even harder. "Whoever you are, you have the nicest tongue!"

'She must be very drunk,' I thought. Mom wasn't the type to drink or sleep around. I knew that. In fact, she'd only moments ago said that it had been a long time since she'd been with a man. She obviously wasn't thinking straight right now, but she would in time. 

"Oh!" she gasped. "I'm going to orgasm soon!" Her pussy became even wetter and the taste overwhelmed me.

I refocused my attention on what I was doing and was quickly rewarded with my mother's cum. She cried out as her orgasm took her. The sound made me smile, almost proudly. No matter what else, I'd given mom a moment of ecstasy. 

"That was amazing!" she said afterward. I could hear the contentment in her voice, but I also realized that she wanted more. So did I.

'I can't feel this way about my mother! It's so wrong!' I thought. Yet, I felt what I felt. 'No!'

I knew it was time to leave despite my own excitement. The only problem was that mom wrapped her hand around my cock and she started stroking it again before I could figure out how to make my escape. A few moments later my mother kissed me and all thoughts of leaving disappeared.

I was amazed at how excited kissing mom made me feel. It didn't make sense! She was my mother and you didn't do this with your mother, only I was and it felt incredible. Her tongue danced in my mouth and I moaned. I was lying on my back now and after a few minutes I felt my mom start to shift on top of me. I knew what she wanted, but I wasn't ready for that. Not with my mother! I pushed her off.

"Men!" mom laughed. "You're all the same. It doesn't matter how many years have passed." I didn't know what she was talking about until she took my cock into her mouth.

'Holy shit!' I cried silently. 'My mom is giving me a blowjob!' The fact that she was very good at it only made it worse. 

I moaned and rested one hand on my mother's head. She didn't need any direction, but it felt good to have my fingers intertwined with her curly, blond hair. Mom was a full figured woman, but not fat in any sense of the word. She went to the gym every night and stayed trim. She said it was because of her job, but I knew that mom was proud of her figure. 

My orgasm grew close very quickly. Mom continued to suck my cock like crazy. She also messaged my balls with one hand. It didn't take long for me to cum in her mouth. Mom drank it all down.

"I hope you don't take long to recover," she said afterward as she rolled onto her back. "I need this. It's been a very long time and I've had a horrible last couple of days."

I wondered what happened that made them horrible, but there was no way to find out without letting her know who I was. So instead, I kissed mom again. She was obviously excited because her tongue danced wildly in my mouth.

"Oh very nice!" mom cried when she felt my cock hardening again. This time she tried to shift me on top of her. I helped despite my uncertainty. She sighed contently when she felt my weight on her and added, "I'm ready!"

The question was, was I? Would I really have sex with my mother? I knew she needed it and frankly, I was horny as hell, but what would happen tomorrow? How would we deal when we were both sober? My mom was rubbing my cock up and down her pussy.

"Please don't tease me!" she begged, and the next thing I knew I was pushing inside my mother. None of my questions or fears had been addressed, but I was beyond caring at the moment. 

Mom was pretty tight, but she was so excited that it didn't take me long to push all the way in. I didn't want to think about the only other time I'd been inside my mother's pussy. Instead, I started stroking in and out of her.

"Yes!" mom cried. "You're so big!" 

Mom wrapped her legs around my hips and pulled me deeper. She also raked my back with her nails. It got worse the closer she came to orgasm. 

"Oh God!" mom cried. "I'm cumming!" I was pretty sure she drew blood with her nails.

My own orgasm was still far off. I wanted to bring my mother pleasure and my own excitement was obvious, but this just wasn't right. Don't get me wrong. What we were doing felt amazing and was driving me crazy. I just couldn't finish, not like this. 

Mom thrashed under me as her orgasm took her. I held her through it and kept my cock pressed as deeply as it would go. It took mom a surprisingly long time to finish.

"Thank you," she said, sounding almost as if she were crying. "I really needed that."

I refused to get off of her or pull out. In fact, it wasn't long before I started gently moving in and out of her again. My mom responded slowly.

"Again?" she asked in surprise. I pushed in deeper in reply, causing her to mean, "You are something else!"

I continued to work her pussy until her excitement grew to the point where she was once again scratching my back. Her pussy was hot and wet! It felt like my cock was an iron-like rod being thrust in and out of a furnace. It was amazing! I wanted to cum inside mom, but I knew that there was only one way I'd be able to do that. She needed to know the truth. Could I do it? How could I not?

"You are beautiful," I said. My mom stopped scratching my back. My words were sinking in past her alcohol filled mind. "I love you."

"Brian?" my mother asked tentatively.

"Yes mom," I answered. "It's me."

"No!" my mother cried and pushed against me wildly. I wouldn't let her get up, but she spun around and buried herself into the bed. My cock pulled free and I groaned in disappointment.

"Mom, calm down," I said.

"Get off!" she cried.

"No," I said, surprising us both. My cock was still hard and wedges between her ass cheeks.

"This is so wrong!" mom whimpered.

"It's already done," I replied. "And don't say you didn't love every minute of it! The bed is soaked."

"How could you?" my mother asked.

"I didn't know it was you at first," I replied. "What's your excuse? Just who did you think was in your bed?"

"I didn't think!" she moaned. "I'm drunk."

"I know," I said more gently. "Me too."

"Brian, please get off of me?" my mom asked more calmly, but she was obviously still in shock.

"Mom, we've already done the worst we can," I said. "And it was amazing! I need to cum in you. Please let me."

"No! Never!" she cried. "You're my son!"

"I'm also the man whose back you scratched in passion as I drove you to orgasm," I said.

"We can't!" my mom said, but it was obvious she was weakening. I knew that tone of voice. All I needed to do was be patient and I'd get my way. I learned that a long time ago. The only problem was that I couldn't. I shifted my cock to the entrance of her pussy.

"You wouldn't!" my mom cried. I thrust my cock deep. "Stop!"

I ignored her cries. She would always be my mom, but right now she was also a woman I wanted desperately, needed desperately.

She tried to get out from under me, but I held her in place. She fought harder, but her pussy became wetter with every passing second. 

"This is so wrong!" mom moaned as she finally stopped fighting and lifted her hips slightly to give me better access. I smiled and pushed in deeper.

"You're right!" I grunted, and then leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "But that's not going to stop you from cumming again. Me either."

"Oh yes!" mom groaned. "Cum in me! I want to feel a man fill me again!"

"Even if that man is your son?" I couldn't stop myself from asking. She came to her senses and fought briefly once more, but I held her in place until her need took control again. It wasn't very long. Mom was too excited to let her sense of right and wrong get in the way. I drove into her over and over again.

"Brian, you're cock is so big!" she moaned. "And you've found my weakness, just like your father did all those years ago."

"Weakness?" I asked.

"Don't make me say it!" she begged between gasps, but oddly, I knew that she wanted me to.

"Tell me mom!" I demanded. "Tell me your weakness!"

"I won't!" she cried, suddenly fighting to get out from under me again. I held her down and drove into her harder and faster. My mom suddenly stopped fighting and came. Her orgasm was explosive. "Yes! Yes!"

I wanted to cum with her and I was close, but I wasn't there yet. Mom thrashed under me violently. It got so bad that my cock popped free of her. I tried to shove it back in, but I missed and ended up pushing against the entrance to her ass.

"Just like your father!" mom moaned again as she froze. It took me a moment to realize what she wanted. No way!

"You want me to fuck your ass?" I asked.

"That's disgusting!" she cried, which wasn't a denial. I'd never taken a girl's ass before, but the thought had always interested me. I pressed the head of my cock against the entrance to her ass more firmly. It was surprisingly tight. It didn't help that mom was fighting me once more. She was clenching her ass. I paused. What if she really didn't want me to?


Mom's Bed Ch. 02



"Hey little brother," Lisa said as she flopped down on the couch cushion next to my head with a grin. "What are you doing sleeping out here?"

"Who said anything about sleeping?" I groaned as I sat up. "This couch sucks! I'm exhausted."

"Weren't you going to sleep in your mom's room?" her boyfriend Ted asked.

"That was the plan," I sighed. "Until mom came home early."

"Mom's home?" Lisa asked, no longer smiling.

"Yeah," I replied as I stood and stretched.

"Oh shit!" Ted cried. "She hates me as it is, and this isn't going to help!" 

I fought off a smile. Mom didn't hate Ted. She didn't hate anyone, but then again he wasn't her favorite person. Mine either for that matter. 

"Does she know about the party?" he asked.

"Of course she does," Lisa said, answering for me. "She's mom."

"Don't worry," I said to my sister. "I told her it was all Ted's idea. You should be okay." I then turned to Ted and added, "Although, she did say something about wanting to talk to you this morning."

"What?" he asked nervously.

"Relax," my sister sighed. "Brian is just joking."

"Very funny man!" he said angrily. I shrugged.

"Ted, I think you'd better be going," my sister said. "Mom's an early riser and I don't think you want to be here when she gets up."

"I'm gone," he said, giving my sister a quick kiss and making for the door. I frowned. Was it fair to be annoyed at him for bailing without even offering to stay and face the music? 

"Think we should wake up Gloria and Francis?" Lisa asked.

"Probably," I answered, forgetting about Ted for the moment. "It will give them a chance to prepare."

"Like you can prepare for one of mom's lectures," Lisa sighed, but then added, "On the other hand, maybe they can slip out too. There's no reason for everyone to have to face the music."

"I'll wake them," I said. 

I climbed the stairs quickly as memories of the night before drifted through my head. My hangover was bad and my head throbbed. Thinking was almost painful. I was also exhausted from trying to sleep on the couch. Had it happened? Did I really sleep with my mother? And what did it mean for us today?

The last question was the one that concerned me the most. I had no idea how to react, but I figured I'd work through it eventually. On the other hand, I was seriously worried about mom. I was afraid that there was a good chance she wouldn't handle it at all. And then what? 

I pushed open the guest bedroom door and forced the thoughts of the night before out of my head for the moment. My cousin Gloria and her boyfriend Bobby were asleep in the bed. She was short and shapely, with long red hair, pale skin and freckles. Gloria took after her mother's side. Bobby wasn't much taller with blond hair and a wrestler's built. They made a nice couple. They met at the local community college two years ago and were bound for an altar ever since.

"Wake up you two!" I said, shaking the bed. Bobby didn't budge, but my cousin opened her eyes.

"For God's sake, why?" Gloria groaned. 

"Because my mom's home," I replied.

"Aunt Deb? Oh no!" Gloria cried, and then started shaking Bobby.

I left the room and moved on to my bedroom. I pulled my shirt off as I went. I needed something to get me going. A shower was just the thing. I'd grab some clothes while I woke Francis and his girl up. Maybe it would help with my hangover. 

I threw open the door to find Rhonda riding my cousin on my bed. The room smelled of sex. Rhonda looked at me and smiled. I shook my head. She didn't even pause in what she was doing.

"You two better hurry," I said. "Because my mom is home and she's bound to wake up soon."

"Damn!" Francis cried and pushed his girl off of him. Rhonda clearly wanted to finish. I shook my head and went to my dresser.

Francis's hair was light brown and he was average height with a slim built. Rhonda's hair was darker and she had a sexy smile when she chose to show it. You wouldn't know it based on the way she dressed, but her body was amazing. I'd gotten a chance to see it twice now and neither time had been a disappointment. 

I grinned to myself, remembering last night when I thought I was going to get a chance to do much more than just look. That hadn't worked out, but something much different had. 

"Brian, what the hell happened to your back?" Francis cried as he stood and threw on his clothes. Rhonda did as well, but she was moving slower.

"Looks like someone played with a tigress," she grinned. It took me a second to realize what they were talking about. 

"Yeah," I said, thinking as quickly as I could. "I met a girl a couple of nights ago. She was wild."

"Man!" Francis laughed. "She must have been."

"You'd better get downstairs," I prompted. "Mom will be up soon."

"Right!" my cousin said. "I don't want to face her from in a bedroom."

"I'm right behind you," Rhonda said when Francis looked at her impatiently. He nodded and left. I moved to leave and take my shower, but she stopped me by placing a hand on my shoulder.

"Yes?" I asked. She was looking at me oddly.

"Those scratches are new," she said. "There's no way they happened before last night." I'm sure I blushed. My mind raced.

"No..." I began, but she covered my mouth with her hand briefly to silence my protests.

"Maybe I was wrong about you," she smiled sexily. "Maybe you can handle Megan."

"You're older sister?" I asked. She nodded, getting very close.

"You must be wilder than Francis describes," she said. Rhonda was so close that if I moved at all our bodies would touch. "Because those scratches are new and I'm the only girl not related to you in the house." 

"That's sick! I..." I began, but she covered my mouth with her hand again.

"I know," she smiled, her eyes burning into mine. "But that doesn't mean I'm wrong. It also doesn't mean that it doesn't get to me, on a purely sexual level."

I wasn't sure how to answer that. It didn't matter. Rhonda removed her hand from my mouth and barely brushed her lips against mine before turning and moving toward the door.

"I'm looking forward to introducing you to Megan," she said as she left the room. "It's been a while since she and I double dated."

I swallowed hard. It was such an innocent statement, but I thought there was more to it. She didn't seem shocked at all by her discovery that I had an incestuous affair, only enticed.

"I'm sure it will be some double date," I mumbled to myself, and then thought, 'I think it's time Francis and I had a talk. I want to make sure he knows what Rhonda is hinting at before I meet her sister.'

The shower felt good. My back stung as the water hit the scratches and I let myself dwell on how I got them for the first time since waking up. If nothing else, they were proof that the night before wasn't a dream. I really had sex with my mother, and the sweet woman who cared for and raised me to be a gentleman had scratched the hell out of my back.

"Wow!" I said, shaking my head as the truth tried to sink it. 

The whole situation from the night before was impossible, but it had happened. I knew that, and now I'd have to deal with the repercussions. I finished my shower, dried and got dressed. I even took the time to brush my teeth and dry my hair. I almost felt human again by the time I left the bathroom.

I could hear voices being raised downstairs. My mom was obviously awake and it sounded like Lisa and her were going at it. I also heard other voices. I guess my cousins hadn't gotten away before mom woke up. 

'This should be fun,' I sighed.

"...it's bad enough you had a party while I was away," my mother was saying. "But for you all to sleep over with your dates is too much!"

"You're not going to tell our father, are you aunt Deb?" Gloria asked as I walked down the stairs. Bobby and Rhonda were gone. It was only mom, my sister and cousins in the room. I guess Francis and Gloria figured that it was better to face my mom rather than their father. They were probably right.

"Don't worry, she won't do that," I said. My mother looked at me and frowned. I met her eyes until she looked away. That was something new. Last night had clearly changed the dynamic of our relationship. I frowned to myself, but couldn't help admit that it felt oddly satisfying.

'Oh grow up!' I snapped at myself. 'And don't be a jerk. Mom is still mom and whatever else, you don't want to hurt her.'

"No, I'm not going to tell your father," my mother said to Gloria.

"Why not?" Francis asked in annoyance. "It's time dad loosened up anyway. He's ridiculous!"

"Maybe," my mother surprised me by saying. "But James is James and he's not about to change anytime soon."

"Mom, you're right," I said before Francis could continue. "We shouldn't have had the party while you were away. We're sorry." Lisa looked at me in surprise, but quickly agreed.

"Truthfully," our mother sighed. "I'm less concerned about the party than what happened afterward."

"It's no big deal," Lisa argued, but my mom was looking at me. I knew what she meant.

"We were all drunk," I said carefully. "It happens."

"But not again," mom replied meaningfully. "Not in my house."

"I can't promise that," I said honestly.

"Brian!" Lisa snapped, having no idea what the real conversation my mother and I were having. I was glad Rhonda left. She'd have picked up on it instantly.

"Let me make you all some breakfast before you two go home," my mother said, changing the subject. Poor Lisa looked totally confused.

"That would be great aunt Deb," Gloria smiled. "I'll help." The two went into the kitchen.

"What's up with mom?" Lisa frowned once they were gone.

"Aunt Deb did seem a bit odd," Francis added. 

"Ease up on her today Lisa," I said softly. "Mom quit her job last night."

"She what?" my sister cried, but then added, "Let me guess. It was Mr. Barston? He hit on her, didn't he?"

"You knew about him?" I asked in surprise.

"No, but I guessed," my sister sighed. "He had jerk written all over him. I'd better go in and make sure she's alright."

"Okay, but don't push her," I said. "She'll tell you about it when she's ready."

"Little brother, mom's not the only one acting weird today," my sister said, but then thankfully left the room before I could think of how to respond.

"Sorry to hear about what happened," Francis said once we were alone.

"We'll be fine," I said in a tone that let my cousin know I didn't want to talk about it. He nodded slowly and then changed the subject.

"Mind if I take a shower?" Francis asked.

"Not at all," I replied, leading him back upstairs to my room for some clothes. I threw open the door and the sight and smell made me shake my head and add, "Right after you air out my room and change my sheets."

"No problem," he laughed.

"You are one lucky man," I said as we entered. "That Rhonda is something else."

"She is, isn't she?" he laughed, pulling the sheets off my bed.

"Have you met her older sister?" I asked.

"Megan? Sure," he smiled. "She's even hotter than Rhonda!"

"No way," I argued. He laughed.

"Seriously," he said. "They look a lot alike, only Megan has bigger tits."

"Now that sounds interesting," I said, handing him a clean set of sheets as I opened the window. "Because Rhonda said she wanted to set me up with Megan."

"Really?" he asked in surprised. "You lucky dog! If she's half as wild as Rhonda, you won't be able to walk straight for a week."

"You sound jealous," I teased.

"I am," he laughed, making my bed. I helped. "What I wouldn't do to get into Megan's pants!"

"And chance screwing up what you have with Rhonda?" I asked.

"We're not that serious," he shrugged. "We like each other and the sex is amazing, but I don't think either one of us is expecting what we have to last forever. In some ways it's really nice, because we're not afraid of trying things or saying what we want."

"Rhonda doesn't strike me as the type to be afraid to say or do anything," I said, shaking my head.

"You may be right," he smiled.

"Maybe?" I asked. "She didn't even pause when I burst in on you two this morning!"

"True," he said, his smile turning into a grin. "And I couldn't believe what she said last night!"

"What?" I asked.

"You remember. About letting me play with Megan while she took care of you," he answered. "She was just teasing you, but man!" 

"What if she wasn't?" I asked. "Would you go for it?" Francis looked at me and if possible, his grin grew wider.

"In a heartbeat," he replied.

"Me too," I said. "Just in case it ever comes up."

"Just in case," he agreed, laughing again. "But you won't want to switch once you meet Megan. She is something else!"

"I don't know," I argued. "Rhonda is one of the hottest girls I've ever met."

"She is that," my cousin agreed.

"I'm just wondering how a guy like you got her," I joked.

"Dumb luck," Francis replied, finally finished with cleaning my room. "Now give me some clothes. I really do need a shower."

"You're telling me?" I teased, handing over something that would fit him.

I moved on to the guest bedroom and clean it while he was in the shower. It didn't take long and I had plenty to think about.

"Breakfast!" I heard Lisa call up the stairs. I left and bumped into Francis in the hall. He was just getting out of the shower.

"Tell them I'll be there in two minutes," he said. I nodded and went down the stairs.

The meal ended up being surprisingly good considering that everyone at the table had a hang over to one degree or another. Mom seemed to be relaxing and I made sure not to do or saying anything to upset her. We were all laughing at one point when the phone rang. Mom picked it up.

"James!" she said in surprise. "Yes, they're both here."

"Oh brother," Francis said. "Dad is checking up on us."

"Can you blame him?" his sister asked. They exchanged a grin.

"Yes James, mom was right," mom said. "I was on a business trip."

"Ut oh!" Gloria groaned.

"I got home last night," mom continued, and then paused again. "It was pretty late." Everyone could hear uncle James's yelling through the phone.

"Oh relax!" mom snapped at her older brother, surprising us all. "They're fine and that what matter most."

"Here is comes," Francis sighed, guessing at his father's next question.

"I didn't see Bobby or Francis's girlfriend," mom replied, eying us all briefly before grinning and adding, "But I got home pretty late and for all I know they were all in their bedrooms having mad passionate sex."

"Aunt Deb!" Gloria whispered in horror, but she had the decency to blush as well, after all, it was the truth.

"Oh come on James!" mom sighed. "You have to admit it was a little funny." Again, more yelling from my uncle.

"He really needs to get laid," Francis sighed, but then looked at my mom and added, "Sorry." My mother covered the receiver.

"You're not wrong," she said, shaking her head.

"Mom!" Lisa cried in shock.

"Oh please!" my mother retorted. "If nothing else, what happened last night has made me realize I can't treat you as kids forever. Besides, James is being ridiculous!" 

"That's dad," Francis sighed.

"You know it's because he loves you, right?" my mom asked him, switching from anger to defense in a flash. You have to love siblings. 

"Yeah, but it gets old," my cousin replied.

"Yes, it does," mom said knowingly. "I remember how he was when I started dating. What a pain!"

"He hasn't changed much," Gloria put in.

"Hold on," mom said to us and took her hand off of the phone receiver. "James, I have to go. Breakfast is getting cold. The kids will be home shortly." She hung up right afterward.

"You didn't just hang up on dad, did you?" Francis grinned.

"I said goodbye," mom shrugged, causing us all to laugh.

"Thanks aunt Deb," Gloria said.

"I didn't lie," mom shrugged. "And you shouldn't either."

"He doesn't make it easy," Francis put in.

"I know," mom said, and then looked at Lisa and me. "I guess I don't either. I'm sorry. Things are going to change around here."

"Really?" Lisa said in surprise.

"A little," mom replied. "I mean, this is still my house and I don't want it becoming party central or where you and Brian have your booty calls."

"Booty call?" Francis asked in surprise. "Where in the world did you hear that?"

"I'm old," my mother sighed. "Not dead!"

"Who are you and what have you done with my mother?" Lisa asked.

"Very funny," mom sighed, glancing my way briefly. I'd intentionally remained quiet. "I guess last night opened my eyes up to a lot of things. It wasn't just your party and sleep over."

"I know," Lisa said. "Brian told me."

"I heard too," Francis added.

"Heard what?" my mom asked, clearly stunned. I knew what she was thinking.

"I'm sorry mom," I said quickly. "I guess I should have let you tell Lisa that you quit your job."

"My job," mom said, shaking her head. "Right."

"Are you okay aunt Deb?" Gloria asked.

"I will be," mom answered honestly. "It's just a lot to take in all at once."

"Don't worry mom," Lisa said. "Brian and I will help."

"We'll be fine," my mom smiled. "I've got enough saved to last for at least sixth months and I'll have another job well before then."

"I still think you should sue Mr. Barston," I grumbled. "Or better yet, let me pay him a visit."

"I'm willing to tag along," Francis said quickly.

"No!" my mother snapped. "I can take of him myself."

We changed the subject and went back to finishing breakfast. It didn't take long. Everyone helped clean the kitchen afterward. It went quickly.

"I guess it's time to go home and face the music," Gloria sighed.

"Yeah," Francis said, shaking his head. I could see that he was brewing for a fight already. Mom took one look and sighed. She could see it too.

"I think maybe I'd better come with you two," she said. "I haven't visited with your father in a long time anyway."

"Thanks aunt Deb," Gloria said. The three of them disappeared not long afterward. 

"I'm wiped," I sighed once they all were gone.

"I guess that means I can't convince you to help me clean?" my sister Lisa asked.

"You clean?" I joked. "It will never happen! Do you even know how to wash a dish?"

"Very funny," my sister said. "You jerk."

Lisa really wasn't much of a cleaner. She could do it when she put her mind to it, but that wasn't very often. I wasn't much better, but I'd been known to throw a load of laundry on every so often. I even vacuumed upon rare occasions. 

"You aren't serious, are you?" I asked.

"Yes I am," she replied. "Mom's had a tough few days." I frowned and nodded. I was very tired, but Lisa was right. On the other hand, cleaning could wait a little while.

"How about we take a nap first?" I asked. "Mom will be over uncle James's all day. I really am wiped."

"Hmm," my sister said thoughtfully. "That does sound good, but I need a shower first."

"Enjoy," I shrugged. "Bed time for me."

Lisa was first to the stairs. She climbed them and it actually took me a moment to realize I was staring at her ass.

'Pervert!' I snapped to myself, but then I shrugged. After what happened with mom, did it really matter? I took a few moments to think about my sister and her appearance. 'Shit, Lisa's pretty hot!'

It wasn't that I didn't know what she looked like or that I thought she wasn't attractive before, but I'd never truly looked at her as a girl. No, that's not right. I'd never looked at her in a sexual way, and I was now. I couldn't help myself.

Lisa had mom's blond hair and was built athletically. Her ass was small, but rounded nicely from all the sports she played in high school and college. She was a gym teacher and it showed. Her breasts weren't nearly as big as mom's, but they were still pretty amazing on her tight body. 

"What?" Lisa asked when we reached the top of the stairs. She obviously noticed the attention I was giving her.




Mom's Bed Ch. 02



"You know," I said, breaking one of the unspoken rules between us. "You could do a lot better than Ted." I saw her start to swell up angrily, but then she stopped and sighed, letting out a breath.

"You're right," she said, surprising me. "It's too bad really. He's handsome and smart."

"Pretty packaging doesn't make a good guy," I said. "And neither does brains. And what's with the total lack of a sense of humor?"

"Okay little brother, ease off," she said pointedly. I raised my hands with palm toward her in surrender. My sister rolled her eyes and laughed. 

I'd learned long ago not to comment on my sister's boyfriends. The fact that she hadn't jumped all over me when I offered up my opinion about Ted said a lot about how close she was to dumping him already.

"See you in a couple of hours," I said, entering my room. The clean sheets felt wonderful and I was out almost instantly.

I woke up slowly. It took me a few minutes to realize I wasn't alone in my room. Lisa had pulled my desk chair out and was sitting in it, facing me. She looked like she'd bee there for a while. I looked at my sister and rubbed my face as I fought to wake up. Whatever was bothering her was bad.

"What's wrong?" I asked, sitting up.

"I couldn't go to sleep after my shower," she said. "I was thinking about how to break up with Ted."

"I'm sorry," I offered. She shrugged it off and continued.

"So, I decided to start cleaning," she said. "I couldn't vacuum with you sleeping so I did laundry instead."

"Sounds reasonable," I shrugged, fighting to get my mind fully functioning and wondering where she was going with this conversation.

"There were plenty of sheets to clean, so I started there," she added, looking at me meaningfully. I still wasn't processing well enough to follow her yet.

"Okay," I offered. My sister frowned and shook her head before continuing.

"Can you imagine my surprise when I found four sets of dirty sheets instead of just three?" she asked. "Mom typically does laundry on Tuesdays. I was wondering why she stripped her bed this morning."

'Oh shit!' I thought, finally catching on. 'Oh shit!'

"So I opened them to see if she dropped something on them that might need special attention," my sister continued. "They were a mess, but not really that much different than any of the other sheets. They were damp and cum stained."

"Really?" I finally got out, my mind whirling. "I guess it's true. Even moms need to take care of themselves."

"Brian, there were fluids from both a woman and a man," she said angrily. "What happened last night?"

I was tempted to deny everything and play stupid, but Lisa wouldn't fall for it, not after she saw my expression when she mentioned what she found. I'm sure I looked guilty as hell and Lisa could usually read me better than anyone else other than mom. 

I was also tempted to tell her that I took care of myself before mom came home and that she must have followed suit afterward, but one look into Lisa's eyes and I knew it was pointless, so instead, I told her the truth. It didn't take very long.

"I can't believe it," my sister said, shaking her head.

"Honestly, me neither," I sighed. "It's not like I planned it."

"But you didn't stop it either," Lisa said pointedly.

"I was drunk," I shrugged. "So was mom and the truth is that we both needed it."

"So, last night was the first time?" my sister asked.

"Yes," I answered. We fell silent for what felt like minutes. I had no idea what to say and Lisa was obviously trying to accept what she learned.

"Did you both enjoy it?" my sister asked, surprising me.

"I guess," I answered uncomfortably. 

"You guess?" she asked. "That's it?"

"Okay, fine," I sighed. "Yes, we both enjoyed it. Hell, it was the best sex I ever had! Does that make you feel better?"

"It makes me feel left out," Lisa said glumly.

"It's not like you weren't busy with Ted," I said.

"That's not what I mean and you know it," my sister replied. "Ever since pop died it's been the three of us together. Now I feel like I'm on my own."

"Why?" I frowned. "Because mom and I accidentally ended up in the same bed and let our passions get the better of us?"

"Yes," she shrugged. I knew it was an honest answer even if I didn't understand it.

"I'm willing to sleep with you if that will help?" I joked badly.

"If I thought it would help, I might take you up on it," she sighed. "But I don't. Besides, I'm not ready for that."

"Lisa, you know mom and I love you?" I asked.

"Yes," she smiled, but her eyes were sad. She stood and added, "I think it's time for a nap of my own."

I watched her leave the room and shook my head. What could I do to make Lisa happy? She was my sister and I didn't want to see her this upset.

'I'd better let her sleep and see how she feels when it sinks in,' I thought. 'Hell, it's barely sunk in with me.'

Lisa slept a long time. I let her. I was just thinking about waking her when mom came home. She didn't look happy.

"That brother of mine can be so..." she began angrily, but I cut her off.

"We have bigger problems," I interjected. "Lisa knows."

"Knows what?" my mother asked.

"She decided to do the sheets while you were out and I was sleeping," I said. "She found the ones to your bed." Mom shook her head almost numbly and sank down on the couch.

"The girl is twenty-three years old and she's never done a chore without me nagging and today she decides to help," my mom said, obviously stunned.

I got up and went to mom's wine rack. It was the only alcohol left in the house because we made it off limits the night before. I poured us both a glass and handed one to her as I sat down on the couch next to her.

"How did she react?" mom asked after downing half her glass.

"Oddly," I frowned. "She wasn't so much mad or disgusted as hurt. She feels left out. She thinks we now have something special that she's not part of."

"That's bad," mom frowned.

"I'm sorry mom," I sighed. "This is all my fault."

"Not all," she said, shaking her head. "If I really wanted you to stop last night, I could have made you, but it just felt so good."

"Yes, it did." I said, sipping my wine.

We sat there for almost half an hour. We didn't say much, but we did finish the bottle of wine quickly enough. Lisa came down from her nap as I was opened the second bottle. I saw her frown, but she took the glass I handed her. The three of us looked at each other in silence for a few moments.

"I know it's been a while," mom suddenly smiled as a thought came to her. "But I think it's time for movie night."

"Movie night?" Lisa asked in surprise. "Aren't we a little old for that?"

"That's a great idea," I said quickly. "You're never too old for a movie night!"

Every once in a while when we were kids, mom used to set up trays in her bedroom. We'd eat and watch television, something she never let us do normally. Afterward, we'd settle onto her bed and watch a movie. Mom always let us stay up late and eat plenty of popcorn and candy. It was just the bonding experience Lisa needed now.

"Lisa, you can chose the movie," mom said. "I'll order from your favorite restaurant."

"But..." Lisa began. It was too late. Mom was already in the kitchen picking up the phone.

"What's gotten into her?" Lisa asked.

"I told her what you figured out," I replied. "She wants you to know that she loves you."

"You told her?" Lisa cried.

"I had to," I shrugged. "Your reaction before was bad."

"I was tired and hung over!" Lisa snapped, but I knew there was more to it.

"Just humor mom and go with it. She's really worried about you," I sighed, and then added more softly. "So am I."

"I'm fine," Lisa said, a little too quickly.

"Good," I said. "Then a movie will be fun."

"I really should go find Ted and break it off," my sister frowned.

"Give him one more night," I said. "I never liked the guy much, but even he deserves one more night of believing he's dating one of the hottest girl's alive."

"Very funny," my sister sighed.

"Who's joking?" I replied, but then hit her with a couch pillow before she could respond. It was a short, vicious fight and although I typically won, just this once I let her.

"Will you two cut it out!" mom snapped from the doorway, but she wasn't really angry. How could she be? Both Lisa and I were laughing.

"How long until the food is ready?" I asked.

"You have just enough time to put on your shoes and go pick it up," mom grinned.

"I walked into that one," I laughed.

"I think I'd better go," Lisa sighed. "You two have been drinking." I started to argue, but mom cut me off when she realized Lisa was right.

"We'll have everything ready when you get back," mom said. I nodded in agreement.

There wasn't that much to do, but we busied ourselves with getting mom's room ready. We also continued to drink the wine, only slower now. When the second bottle was gone we both agreed to hold off on any more until after we ate. We were well on our way to being drunk.

"Brian, stop that!" my mom snapped. She was standing at the counter getting the popcorn maker ready for later.

"What?" I asked.

"You're staring at my ass!"

"I am, aren't I?" I laughed, walking up behind her. She turned and faced me quickly.

"Don't you dare!" she cried. "Hasn't what happened already caused enough trouble?"

"Yes," I sighed. "But you know the old adage. You can't go back. We have to move on."

"Agreed," mom said. "And moving on entails never making the same mistake again."

"That's not what I meant," I said. "What happened was wrong, but I wouldn't exactly call it a mistake."

"Brian, you can't be serious?" mom asked.

"Oh, I am," I said. "I really liked what happened. So did you."

"I did not!" mom cried, but we both knew she was lying. "Okay, I was drunk and in need and you took care of it admirable, but you're my son and it's wrong!"

"And that makes it even hotter!" I groaned, pulling her into a kiss. Mom returned the kiss despite her protests, but when it was done she pushed me back with both hands.

"No!" she said. "Tonight is about Lisa. We hurt her and that's unacceptable!"

"You're right," I said, but then pulled mom to me again. "But Lisa isn't here right now and just looking at you is driving me crazy!"

"Brian!" mom cried. She spun away from me, but I had her trapped against the counter. I thrust my hard-on against her ass to let her know just how much she was getting to me. "We can't! There's no time!"

"I'm not so sure about that," I grinned, lifting my mother's skirt up past her ass and pushing her panties down. I was wearing sweats and they dropped past my cock easily enough. Mom was fighting me, but she thrust out her ass giving me access to what we both wanted. She moaned when I pushed my cock inside her pussy.

"Oh Brian!" mom moaned. "What am I going to do with you?"

"I don't know about that," I grinned. "But I do know what you're going to do for me. You're going to cum. You're going to cum long and hard!"

"There's no time!" mom moaned.

"Then hurry!" I groaned in reply, picking up the pace.

Mom was leaning over the counter as I rode her hard. I was just starting to feel my orgasm approaching when I heard the front door open.

"Fuck!" I cried, pulling out quickly.

"No!" my mother moaned in frustration. "I was so close!"

"Sorry," I said, meaning it. God, did I mean it!

"Just go stop your sister from coming in here!" mom snapped. "If she walk in right now she'll know what we were just doing and that wouldn't be good."

"Agreed," I said, pulling my sweats back up. I also pulled my shirt down and let it cover my front. It was the best I could do.

"Mom went crazy," Lisa said when she saw me. "There's more food than we could eat in a week!"

"She's really looking forward to this," I said. "Let's go set the food out upstairs. She'll join us in a minute." My sister must have sensed something because she looked at me funny. I guess it made sense. Only a few moments before I was stroking in and out of our mother. That wasn't something that was easy to hide, especially considering I had to stop abruptly just before my release.

I tried to focus on looking as innocent as possible, but I wasn't sure I fooled Lisa. On the other hands she didn't say anything as we brought the food upstairs.

It was weird to be back in my mother's room after the night before. Scenes of what happened flashed in my head and they didn't nothing to help calm down my already surging libido. I went to the bathroom and threw some cold water on my face after the food was set out. It helped.

The meal was delicious and we laughed and watched television during it. It was like old times except for the fact that my eyes lingered on my mother overly long upon occasion. Mom would frown when she noticed until I looked away. I think Lisa might have noticed once, but she just shook her head and took a sip of her wine.

The movie my sister picked was decent for a chick flick. We were all slightly drunk by the time it ended. We'd done a good job of denting mom's wine collection, but the food balanced it. 

"Another movie?" mom asked.

"Sure, why not?" Lisa smiled. Mom and I exchanged a smile of our own. Lisa seemed okay.

"Can I choose?" I asked.

"Please!" mom snorted. "I don't want to watch something gory right now. The food is just settling in."

"And porn is out too," Lisa joked.

"Hey, don't knock it until you try it," I teased back.

"And what makes you think I've never tried it?" my sister asked. She was clearly feeling no pain.

"Lisa!" mom cried.

"Come on mom," my sister grinned. "Are you telling me you never watched a adult film?"

"I haven't," my mother shrugged.

"Wow," my sister laughed. She was obviously drunker than I thought. "I would think in this day and age everyone's seen a adult film, or at least a clip. I mean the internet makes it all so available."

"Not me," mom shrugged. "I worked with computers all day. Why would I want to be on one at night?"

"Mom, you really need to get a life," Lisa sighed.

"That's a little harsh, isn't it?" I asked in surprise.

"Please!" my sister said, rolling her eyes. "If mom had one, maybe she wouldn't have had sex with you last night and ruined everything." 

"That's not fair!" I cried. Mom put her hand on my arm.

"Maybe Lisa is right," she said calmly, but her eyes were welling up with tears.

"Oh shit!" my sister cried when she realized what she'd said and how badly mom was taking it. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to say it like that. I'm drunk."

"I know dear," mom sighed. "But that doesn't make you wrong. I don't know why I let Brian do what he did."

"You didn't let me," I said. "I didn't give you a choice."

"Oh Brian!" mom sighed. "Like I said earlier, you couldn't..."

I didn't give her a chance to finish. I grabbed her and kissed her. Mom was so surprised that she didn't fight at first, but it wasn't long before we were wresting on the bed. I rolled on top of her and pinned her under me before kissing her again.

"Wow!" Lisa cried, reminding me she was there.

"And that's what happened last night," I said, moving off our mother with some difficulty. "She couldn't have stopped me if she wanted to."

"But I didn't want to," my mom said, sitting up and wiping her lips. "And that's really the point."

"This is a lot more than just incest," Lisa said, shaking her head. "You two are seriously perverted!"

"And you're not?" I asked. "I heard your bed last night. It was slamming into the wall pretty hard!"

"I'm not a virgin!" my sister argued. "But that doesn't make me perverted."

"Lisa, you're my daughter and I love you," mom said. "But you can't say that you didn't like what you just saw. I can see it in your eyes."

"So?" my sister cried.

"So, if you weren't perverted you would have been disgusted," mom replied. "Instead you got excited."

"I'm both," Lisa said.

"Maybe, but you're a lot more of the second," I grinned.

"I'm drunk," my sister said again.

"We all are," I shrugged. "What does that have to do with it?"

"It's the alcohol making the sight of you two kissing turn me," Lisa said.

"I doubt it works that way," I said.

"Drinking lowers you inhibitions," mom put in. "It doesn't make you like something you don't."

"Fine!" my sister snapped. "I'm just as perverted as you two! Does that make everything alright?" She ran out of the room before either one of us could answer.

"Wow," I said, shaking my head. "How did we get here?"

"I think we both know the answer to that," my mother frowned. "What we did was a mistake. I knew it then, but I didn't realize how badly Lisa was going to take it."

"Me neither," I frowned. "What do we do?"

"I don't know," mom said, and for some reason that shook me. Mom always knew what to do.

"I think we need to sleep on it and see how she's feeling in the morning," I finally said. Mom nodded.

"You need to sleep in your own bed tonight," she said.

"Agreed," I sighed, standing and going to my room without kissing my mother goodnight, but only because I was afraid I wouldn't be able to stop despite what was going on with Lisa. I loved my sister and didn't want to make her upset, but I couldn't deny that just the sight of mom made me horny as hell. I loved her too.

I lay in bed for quite a while, unable to fall asleep. My mind vacillated between my desire for mom and my concern for Lisa. Hell, there was a part of it that even wondered what being with Lisa would be like.

"Pervert!" I grumbled, but that only made it worse. 

I closed my eyes and tried to wipe all the thoughts from my head. I pictured a white room with no corners. It was my version of counting sheep. It started to work.

"Brian?" I heard from the doorway to my room. It was Lisa's voice. "Are you still awake?"

"Yes," I answered.

"I'm sorry about before," my sister replied.

"Me too," I sighed. "I know mom feels bad too." Lisa came into my room and sat on the edge of my bed.

"You know what all this goes to show?" she asked.

"What?"

"That I should never do laundry ever again," she replied. "I would never have found out if I didn't." It was a weak attempt at humor, but it was an attempt nonetheless.

"The man you marry better be rich," I teased. "He'll need to hire a cook, a maid and God knows what else."

"Ha ha," my sister said. "Very funny."

"Hey, the truth hurts," I laughed.

"Jerk!" she snapped, but she was laughing too. It lasted far too long, but she obviously needed it.

"Brian, I want to go back to mom's room," she said afterward. "Will you come with me?"

"Of course," I said. "But what for?"

"We always end a movie night by falling asleep together," my sister said softly. "I miss that."

"Let's go," I smiled, getting out of bed and taking Lisa by the hand. We went down the hall and knocked on mom's door. The light was still on so I knew she was awake, but she took a few moments to answer the door.

"Come in!" she finally called.

I opened the door and led Lisa in. I took one look at mom and saw that she'd been crying. Damn! Lisa noticed too, but didn't say anything.

"Yes?" mom asked.

"Move over," Lisa smiled and climbed into mom's bed. I moved to the other side and got in as well. Lisa was already resting her head on mom's shoulder. "Sorry mom."

"No, I'm sorry," our mother replied.

"We'll talk tomorrow," I put said. "After a good night's sleep."

"Sounds good," Lisa said, reaching out the nightstand and shutting the light. "Good night."

"Night," mom said.

"Sweet dreams," I put in. I knew I was going to have some. I was in bed with my mother again and it was dark. I was sorely tempted to touch her, but I knew it would be a mistake. The thought of Lisa being in bed with us didn't help at all.

I'm not sure who fell asleep first, but I know I was last. I could hear them both breathing deeply and even that made me hard.




Mom's Bed Ch. 02



'I really am a pervert!' I sighed and rolled so that my back was facing my mother and sister. It helped.

**********

"Wow!" I heard as I slowly woke up. It was Lisa's voice again. "Is he always like that in the morning?"

"How should I know?" my mother asked in reply. "It's not like we wake up in the same bed together all the time."

"But you've seen it before," Lisa said, her voice a little excited. I was awake now, but I didn't open my eyes. I had a feeling I knew what they were talking about. I could feel my hardness even with my eyes closed. 

"Yes," my mom replied nervously.

"You've felt it inside of you?" Lisa asked. She knew the answer, but I guess she wanted mom to say it.

"Lisa!" my mom cried in surprise, but then slowly added, "Yes."

"Did it feel good?" my sister asked.

"Yes," mom admitted. "Very good."

"He's big, isn't he?" Lisa asked. "I mean, I know he's bigger than Ted, but he's big in general, right?"

"Lisa, I have a feeling that you probably have as much experience with men as I do," my mother answered. "But I'd say yes. Brian is big. He's certainly bigger than your father."

"Who would have thought it of little brother?" my sister sighed.

"Maybe we should cover it up?" my mom asked.

"No, leave it," my sister said. "I like looking at it."

"But he's your brother!" mom cried.

"And your son," my sister said pointedly. That quickly quelled mom's protests. "I still can't believe that you and Brian really did it."

"You and me both," my mother sighed.

"Do you regret it?" Lisa asked. "I mean really regret it, not just feel guilty about it because it's wrong."

"I regret how it's affected you," my mother replied. "Neither one of us wanted to hurt you."

"I know that," my sister sighed. "It's just that it's been the three of us for so long. I didn't realize just how much the thought of you two excluding me from something would hurt."

"Lisa, you weren't excluded," my mother said. "At least not intentionally."

"But that's how I feel," my sister replied, sounding sad.

"So, you'd feel better if we'd included you in our perverted, incestuous affair?" my mother asked in disbelief.

"I honestly don't know," Lisa replied. "But maybe."

"You're serious?" my mother asked in surprise.

"It would be wrong, but I wouldn't feel so alone like I do right now," my sister said. 

"Oh Lisa," mom said. "Don't cry. You know I love you with all my heart."

"I do," Lisa said, obviously fighting back the tears. I felt guilty making believe I was sleeping through this, but 'waking up' right at this moment would only make things worse.

"Are you going to be okay?" mom asked after a while.

"I'll be fine," Lisa replied slowly. "But only if you do me one favor."

"What?" my mother asked.

"I want you to kiss me," my sister said. "Like you kissed Brian last night."

"But you're my daughter!" mom cried in surprise.

"Brian is your son," Lisa replied. "And that didn't stop you."

"I didn't kiss him!" mom cried. "He kissed me!"

"True," my sister said, and suddenly I could feel the bed move.

"What are you doing?" I heard mom cry. "Don't!"

"I want to kiss you," Lisa said. "Don't you love me the same you do Brian?"

"Of course, but you're a girl!" mom argued.

"So?" Lisa asked. "Haven't you ever kissed a girl before?"

"No!" mom cried.

"Well, I have," Lisa replied.

"On my God!" mom cried. 

"It was along time ago when I first started dating," my sister said. "Gloria and I practiced kissing each other."

"Your cousin?" mom cried.

"Oh relax!" Lisa sighed. "All we did was kiss. It's no big deal."

"Did you like it?" mom surprised me by asking.

"Honestly yes," Lisa replied. "It was the best kiss I had for a long time, but I think that was mostly because it was also the most relaxed. Eventually I met some guys who kisses drove me far crazy."

"Like your brother's," Mom said, sounding thoughtful.

"I don't know," Lisa said. "I've never kissed him."

"Why don't we wake him and you can see?" our mother offered.

'Oh yes!' I moaned to myself. 'Please yes!'

"Mom, I want to kiss you first," Lisa said.

"I can't!" mom moaned. "I just can't do it!"

"Then you do love Brian more than you do me!" Lisa said, obviously close to tears again.

"You're wrong!" mom cried, sounding teary-eyed herself. It was time to wake up. This was only moments away from disintegrating into something very bad.

"Lisa," I said as I opened my eyes and sat up. "Weren't you paying attention last night? Or just a few minutes ago when mom tried to tell you her problem with kissing you?"

"You're awake!" mom cried.

"Of course," I smiled.

"I don't understand," my sister frowned.

"She just told you that she didn't kiss me," I explained. "Mom thinks of herself as a good girl. She doesn't do things like incest and lesbianism. They're wrong!"

"But..." Lisa began. I cut her off. 

"She's never going to kiss you," I interjected. "But that doesn't mean she'll stop you from kissing her."

"She just did!" my sister cried. "I tried, but she pushed me back."

"Try harder," I grinned.

"Hey! Wait a minute!" mom cried, but I silenced her by grabbing her by the neck and pulling her lips to mine. Mom fought at first, but then moaned softly into my mouth.

"See?" I said, pulling back. Lisa was smiling once again.

"I get it," she grinned.

"Don't!" mom cried, but she licked her lips in excitement. "Good girl's don't kiss their mothers!"

"And what ever gave you the idea that I'm a good girl?" my sister laughed, taking mom's head in both hands and kissing her. Again mom fought, but only for a few moments. Lisa moaned happily when mom's mouth opened. 

"That looks so hot!" I groaned.

"Don't worry little brother," Lisa grinned. "I have a kiss waiting for you too."

"Just a kiss?" I asked.

"You're terrible!" my sister laughed, shaking her head before leaning toward me. Her lips were only inches from mine when she stopped. "I shouldn't. You're my brother."

I knew what she wanted. I grabbed Lisa's the neck the same way I had grabbed mom's moments before. I pulled her to me and our lips met. My sister didn't fight me like mom, but it was obvious that she wanted me to be aggressive.

"That's so wrong!" mom moaned excitedly.

"Oh but he kisses so nicely!" Lisa moaned.

"It's not the only thing I do nicely," I grinned.

"Don't you dare!" mom cried.

"Think you're man enough, little brother?" Lisa asked, her eyes starting to burn with the same lust I could see in mom's eyes. I was certain it was in mine as well. I took off the few clothes I had on. Lisa did the same.

"Lisa don't! He's your brother!" mom cried.

"And you're my mother," my sister replied. "I wish I was a little braver because then I would try doing something more with you."

"Oh shit!" I moaned, my cock standing straight out by now. "Now that's hot!"

"You do like the thought, don't you little brother?" Lisa grinned, taking my cock in her hand and stroking it. "Or should I call you big brother?"

"You can call me whatever you want!" I groaned. "Just don't stop what you're doing!"

"How about we let mom help?" Lisa asked. "I don't want her to feel left out."

"No!" mom cried, but everything else about her demanded to be part of what was happening. 

Lisa forced mom's head down to my lap. Mom fell on my cock despite her protests. Lisa watched hungrily for a few minutes. Mom's hair was in the way, so she pulled it into a ponytail and lifted it.

"What's that?" my sister frowned, looking down at mom's neck. The hickey I left was very noticeable.

"Mom said that we could only be together for one night," I answered, remembering. "I disagreed and left that mark. I told her she was mine until it faded."

"Do you always mark what's yours?" my sister asked, smiling sexily. She was obviously enjoying teasing me.

"Yes!" I groaned. "Now why don't you help mom?"

"Bossy, bossy!" Lisa grinned sexily before moving down between my legs as well. My sister pushed mom's mouth off of me and started licking my cock. Mom shifted down to my balls and sucked gently.

"Oh fuck!" I grunted. "I'm not going to last long with both of you doing that!"

I had one hand on each of their heads and I couldn't stop myself from thrusting up into Lisa's mouth. My sister locked eyes with me briefly and then took my entire length down her throat. I groaned and came. Lisa drank it all down.

"We have to stop!" mom said afterward. My sister smiled at her and then pulled mom's lips to hers and exchanged a deep kiss. It actually took me a few moments to realize they were sharing my cum.

"Damn!" I groaned, actually feeling my cock start to stiffen despite the orgasm I had moments ago.

"Little brother," Lisa said, pulling back from mom after a while and wiping her lips. She looked at me and I smiled knowingly. Her eyes were burning with a lust so strong that I knew what she wanted before she asked. "Will you help me?"

In moments I was on top of her with my cock rubbing up and down her entrance. My sister took it in her hand and directed to her pussy. I pushed in slowly.

"Oh Brian yes!" Lisa cried. "You're going so deep! It feels so good!"

"Brian no!" mom cried. "She's your sister!"

I pulled mom to me and kissed her roughly. She gasped into my mouth. I reached out and palmed her pussy, thrusting the two middle fingers deep.

"Don't worry mom," I said. "You're next."

"No!" she cried, but then shifted so that her mouth was next to my ear. She whispered one word and pulled away. "Hurry!" It surprised me and my cock stiffened even more.

"Brian, I've never felt so full before!" Lisa gasped. I leaned forward and kissed her as I began stroking in and out of her hot pussy. My sister's pussy was perfect! It was snug without being overly tight or loose. She wrapped her arms around my shoulder as I thrust into her.

"Oh Lisa!" mom cried. "How could you let him do it? He's your brother. You're letting your brother fuck you!"

"Oh yeah!" my sister moaned. "Keep talking mom. It's only getting me hotter!" I saw my mother smiled slightly. I knew that's exactly why she was talking, to help Lisa cum.

"It's perverted and wrong!" mom cried. "I don't care how good his big cock feeling pushing inside of you!"

"Oh mom! It does. It does feel so good!" Lisa moaned. "Brian's cock is reaching deeper than any other guy ever has before! I can feel my orgasm building."

"Wait until it hits," mom said, looking at me hungrily and forgetting herself for a moment. "Brian knows how to make your body feel like it's exploding!"

"Yes!" Lisa cried.

"But that doesn't mean you should let him do this," my mother added, staring at my sister's expression once more. Lisa's face was completely lit with her lust. "He's your brother! Don't let him fill your pussy with his cum!"

"Oh yes!" Lisa moaned. "Brian, fill my pussy! Please!"

"You are such a slut!" I groaned, kissing her roughly.

"Lisa, you see?" mom asked. "Now your brother thinks you're a slut! Is that what you want?"

"I want him to cum in me!" my sister gasped. "I don't care if he thinks I'm a slut. Hell, I'll be his slut if he just finishes me!"

"So you want to be his slut?" mom asked rhetorically, but she then surprised me by turning to me and added, "Brian, if that's what she wants then you're doing it wrong."

"What?" I asked in confusion.

"Sluts get taken from behind," mom smiled. "You know that."

"Oh yes!" Lisa moaned. "He'll get even deeper than way!"

I pulled out without another word. Lisa kissed me briefly before rolling onto her stomach. Her tight ass was different than mom's, but just as enticing in its way. My sister's pussy was open and inviting. My mouth literally watered. 

"Wait! What are you doing?" Lisa asked as instead of going back to fucking her I shifted lower and thrust my tongue into her pussy.

"That's it Brian!" mom cried. "Lick the little slut's pussy!"

"Mom!" Lisa cried.

"You said you wanted to be his slut," our mother said. "Now deal with it!"

"Oh!" my sister cried. "You're going to pay for that later!" Mom smiled again. I'm sure she couldn't wait until Lisa collected.

I continued to lick my sister's pussy until she was on the brink of orgasm. She arched her back and gave me full access.

"Brian's little slut, do you want to cum this way or do you want him to fuck you again?" mom asked Lisa.

"Fuck me! Please!" my sister moaned. I shifted up and thrust my cock deep with one long stoke.

"Wow!" mom gasped.

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" Lisa cried. "I'm going to cum right...now!"

I was close, but not there. I rode Lisa through her orgasm. My sister shivered and shook for quite some time. The sight was something I'd remember forever.

"Stop!" Lisa cried. "I can't take anymore."

I pulled out slowly and she sighed. I turned toward mom and she bit her lip. She saw my expression and saw the look in my eye. She looked frightened despite her excitement.

"Now Brian," mom said. "Leave me alone! You've already had Lisa."

"Mom, come here!" I demanded.

"No!" she cried and tried to get off the bed. I grabbed her and pulled her back on. Mom rolled onto her stomach, but her hips were raised high and I could see her excitement in her swollen lips and pink gasp. My tongue was drenched in her juices a moment later.

"Wow!" Lisa said, shaking her head. "Mom, you're a bigger slut than I am."

"I am not!" mom cried and tried to get away. I'd barely tasted her, but she was ready. I forced my mother back onto the bed and pushed into her from behind. Mom's ass was larger than my sister's and the sound it made when my hips slapped into it was louder, more enticing.

"Mom, be ready for the ride of your life!" Lisa said, shaking her head.

"I am!" mom gasped.

"So, you want me to do this?" I teased.

"No!" mom cried right away. "Get off!"

"You first!" I grunted.

"Very funny little brother," Lisa said, rolling her eyes at my bad joke. I could care less. I'd just fucked my sister and now it was my mother's turn. What could be better?

"Brian, this is so wrong!" mom cried as she met my thrusts.

"It really is," Lisa said, smiling. "But you love every second of it and you know it! You love how your son's cock feels stroking in and out of you. You love the thought of him cumming deep inside you!"

"No!" mom cried, but then she locked up in orgasm. She shivered and shook under me for a long time.

"We can't keep doing that," mom sighed as she came down from her orgasm.

"Sure you can," Lisa grinned. "After all, Brian marked you as his that first night. I can still see the bruise."

"Only until it fades," mother shrugged. "Nothing lasts forever."

"True," my sister said, standing up. "And I don't think it's fair that he marked you as just his. I like to think of you as mine also. You're my mother too."

"I'm willing to share mom with you," I said, standing as well. "I'm willing to share all the incestuous sluts in my life."

"What's that supposed to mean?" my sister asked. I pulled her toward me and kissed her. Lisa responded with just as much passion. 

"That I want you to be my slut too," I growled.

"I'm not marked," my sister said. 

I looked into her eyes and saw what she wanted. I shifted her around until I was behind her. I had one hand around her chest, pulling her back into me. My cock was lodged between her ass cheeks. I used the other hand to lift my sister's hair off her neck. Lisa's head fell forward and I sucked on her neck.

"Yes!" she gasped. "Mark me! Make me yours!"

I left a hickey on the back of her neck, just like mom's. I also shoved my sister against the nearest wall and started fucking her again. Lisa moaned with every thrust.

"Cum in me please!" she cried when her next orgasm was about to take her. 

"Yes!" I growled and flooded her pussy with my cum.

"Oh!" my sister cried as her orgasm exploded. "It feels so good!" We both ended up against the wall panting and trying to hold ourselves up.

"You two better sit down before you fall," mom said. She was watching us from the bed. I was pretty sure she'd been playing with herself as well, but she stopped after we came. I helped Lisa mom's bed. We both all but fell in it.

"Mom," Lisa said. "Kiss me please. I want you to be part of how I feel."

"Of course," mom said.

"You know," I said. "You two could do more than just kiss."

"We're not lesbians Brian," mom said, but only after Lisa didn't respond.

"Mom," I smiled. "You love Lisa. Lesbian or not, you'd give her what she wanted if she wanted you."

"Or at least let me take it," Lisa smiled.

"Possibly," mom admitted with a slow smile of her own.

"And one day I might," Lisa said, surprising us both. "But not today. I'm not ready."

"No rush," I smiled. "Why don't we just spend the day in bed?"

"No," mom said, sounding serious. "I have some stuff to get done."

"And I have to talk to Ted," Lisa put in. "It's bad enough you two have made me a slut, but I don't want to be a cheating slut."

"Oh Lisa," our mother said. "Must you talk like that?"

"Sorry mom," my sister smiled. "I'll hide what I am from the real world like you want me to. Besides, I'm really only Brian's slut anyway."

"What about mine?" mom asked.

"Nope," Lisa laughed. "You don't want a slut. You want to be a slut."

"I do not!" mom cried.

"Sure you do," I put in. "You'll always be our mother, but that won't stop you from being our slut as well."

"Until your mark disappears," mom agreed.

"You know mom," Lisa said thoughtfully. "I think if I ever do take things further between you and me, I'll need to mark you as mine too."

"It only seems fair," I grinned.

"Brian, Lisa," mom said, suddenly serious. "You both know this can't go on forever, right?" 

"Sure," I said.

"Of course," my sister added.

"But that doesn't mean we can't have fun while it lasts," I added.

"Agreed," Lisa said, exchanging a look with me. We both obviously had the same thought. "I guess I can wait a little longer to tell Ted."

"Don't even think about it!" mom cried. Lisa and I both moved toward her. Mom's eyes flashed as she tried to get away and she protested loudly when we caught her. The only thing louder were a moans a moment later.



Mom's Bed Ch. 03



"Looking good!" I cried as Lisa walked by my room in nothing but a towel.

"Thanks little brother," my sister smiled, pausing at the door. She was blond and beautiful.

"Are you in a rush?" I asked, trying to sound innocent.

"Yes, so don't even think about it!" she snapped, not buying it for a moment. She knew what I wanted. I grinned and shrugged. Lisa smiled at my reaction, shook her head and then added, "Truthfully, I wish I did have the time, but it's my week to oversee the early morning workouts in the weight room." 

"Life of a gym teacher," I teased.

"Tell me about it," she sighed.

"Please!" I snorted. "You love your job."

"It's okay," my sister replied.

"Come on," I teased. "How does it feel to know that you're every teenage boys' fantasy?"

"What?" she asked.

"Lisa, you teach gym in high school," I explained. "No only that, but you're beautiful. You're the hot gym teacher every boy thinks about late at night when he's alone in his bed."

"Oh joy," my sister said sarcastically. "That's a picture I could do without." I couldn't help it. I laughed.

"You love it!" I teased. She shook her head again and didn't bother arguing.

"Brian, make sure to wake mom up on time," my sister said, changing the subject. "She's got her third interview today."

"I know," I smiled. "Did you see how nervous she was last night?"

"She has a right to be," Lisa replied. "This job is perfect for her."

"She deserves it," I smiled. "I can't believe how quickly it's moving."

"It was pretty cool when she got a call from her old company's biggest competitor the Monday morning after she quit," Lisa said. 

"Yeah," I smiled. "She'll do fine."

"Fine? Mom?" Lisa frowned. "She'll do great!"

"True," I laughed. "I just wish she didn't have to fly across the country and spend three days at their corporate office."

"Don't worry little brother," my sister smiled. "Mom will be home before you know it with a new job and a smile on her face. Besides, I'm still here. I'll take care of you."

"That's what I'm afraid of!" I cried. "You can't cook and your cleaning leaves something to be desired."

"Jerk!" Lisa laughed.

"On the other hand, there are some things you do very well," I said, smiling slowly.

"Not if you keep being so mean to me," my sister said pointedly and moved past my doorway.

I smiled contently. It was only two weeks since mom quit her job and everything changed so drastically at home. We were all happier now. I wasn't sure it could last and mom kept bringing up the fact that it couldn't, but right now I was enjoying myself immensely. 

I heard my sister leave the bathroom and go into her bedroom. She was done there surprisingly fast. Lisa was one of those morning people. Ugh!

"I'm leaving little brother," she said as she stopped by my doorway on the way out. "Go wake mom up."

"Can't you do it?" I asked, far too comfortably to move.

"Yes," she said. "But mom needs something to help relieve her anxiety about the interview and you're it."

"Are you crazy?" I laughed. "She'll be wired! If I try and go near her..."

"That's the point," my sister interjected. "Do what you always do and don't give her a choice. She'll thank you afterward."

"You could do it," I offered hopefully.

"No I can't," my sister said. "First, I don't have the time."

"And second, you're still not ready," I sighed, reading her expression. "I get it."

"The thought of mom and me together must really turn you on," Lisa said, looking at me thoughtfully. "You bring it up all the time."

"Hmm," I said. "Let me think? My mother and sister in bed together. Two beautiful women driving each other crazy. Would that really turn me on? You bet!"

"Pervert!" my sister laughed.

"Takes one to know one!" I called as she disappeared down the hall. I heard her leave a few minutes later. "I guess I should wake mom."

The trip to her room was short. I didn't bother putting any clothes on. I opened the door and saw mom sleeping in her bed. The sight made me smile. 

Instead of shaking mom awake, I climbed into bed next to her and pulled her into my arms. Mom didn't wake up at first. She snuggled closer instead. I hugged her tight and then kissed her gently.

"Now that's the way to wake up," she moaned, returning my kiss.

"Only the beginning of it," I replied, giving her another kiss before slipping under the covers.

"Brian, what are you doing?" she asked groggily. I ignored the question. The answer was obvious.

Mom slept in the nude these days as well. We all did. Frequently we ended up together on the weekends, but most weekdays we slept in our own beds because otherwise we'd all be too exhausted the next day. 

"Brian stop!" my mother gasped when I buried my face between her legs. "I have to get ready. I don't have the time!"

"Sure you do," I disagreed, running my tongue up and down the length of her pussy.

"We shouldn't!" she moaned, spreading her legs and giving me better access.

Mom tasted just as amazing as always. She had plenty of time before she needed to leave for her flight and I planned on making it memorable. It wasn't long before my tongue was working her clit just the way I knew she liked it.

"Oh!" mom cried as her orgasm neared. "Brian, you're tongue is so wicked!" I thrust two fingers inside of her in response.

"Come for me mom!" I demanded.

"No!" she cried, fighting the inevitable. A few moments later her orgasm took her. I licked and sucked until she was done.

She was smiling contently as I moved from under the covers to lie next to her. My lips were still damp with her juices, but mom didn't hesitate in kissing me. She was obviously ready for more despite her orgasm. 

Her hand found my cock and she stroked it, not that I needed the stimulation. I was already completely hard. On the other hand, it did feel really good. I enjoyed what mom was doing for a few moments before pulling her on top of me. 

Mom's gasp of surprise quickly turned into a moan when I took her hips in both hands and shifted her body until my cock was lined up with her pussy. She was still soaked. I pushed my cock up into her.

"This is new!" she cried, obviously enjoying the position as I held her hips steady and thrust into her a few times.

"It's because you like to play hard to get," I laughed. "I usually have to chase you and hold you down." Mom looked at me. I thought she was going to pull off of me. I didn't mind. I would just do exactly what I said and chase her down if she tried to get away.

"You've corrupted me!" mom whispered lustfully as she started slowly moving up and down.

"So you like having sex with your son now?" I teased.

"I've always liked it," she answered in that same lust filled tone. "It's just so wrong!" I reached up and cupped my mom's full breasts.

"But that's the part you love best, isn't it?" I asked. My mom's eyes met mine. Hers were lust filled, but there was something else there that I hadn't seen before.

"Yes!" she admitted, squeezing down on my cock. "And that's why I keep saying we have to stop. Brian, the last couple of weeks with you and your sister were completely wrong in so many ways, but the truth is that I've never been happier. I love you two with all my heart and the pleasure we share, sick and twisted as it is, is more than I could ever have hoped for, but it can't last forever."

"I don't want to talk about that now," I groaned. "Instead, why don't you tell me how it feels to ride your son?" Mom looked down at me and bit her bottom lip. 

She looked ready to continue her argument, but I knew her body was on my side. It was mine and had been since our first night together. I thrust up into her with more strength and pinched both of her nipples gently. Mom gasped. I could feel her giving in slowly.

"Incredible!" she finally moaned, picking up the pace. She was now bouncing on my cock slowly. 

"Focus on that and nothing else!" I demanded.

"Oh Brian!" mom gasped, her argument forgotten. "Your cock is so big! It fills me completely!"

I reached up and pulled her toward me. I kissed her passionately and then shifted her just enough for me to kiss her full tits.

"You like my breasts?" mom asked, already knowing the answer, but wanting to hear me say it.

"They're perfect!" I moaned. 

Mom smiled and leaned forward, propping herself up with her arms and dangling them in my face. She swayed slowly, teasing me. I enjoyed it for a few moments, but could only take so much of that.

I knocked her arms out of the way and buried my face between her heavy breasts as her torso fell on me. I held onto my mother's hips tighter and started thrusting up into her with short fierce strokes.

"Yes!" she cried as our bodies slapped against each other. It didn't take long for mom's orgasm to build. I rolled us around until I was on top and continued stroking in and out of her, only now my thrusts were much longer and deeper. Mom's nails racked across my back.

"Try not to draw blood this time," I groaned.

"It's not like I do it on purpose!" she gasped. 

I grabbed my mom's hands and held them above her head, against the bed. She looked up at me and smiled. My mother's expression was one of lust, but also contentment and trust. She was mine and that's the way we both wanted it. I took her beauty in and shook my head. 

I held her like that while I thrust in and out of her over and over again, getting faster as time went by. I watched her expression as her orgasm threatened. There was nothing more beautiful to me then the passion that filled my mother's eyes at the moment of release.

"Tell me!" I growled, close to losing it. "Tell me what you want!"

"Don't make me say it! I'm a good girl!" mom cried. I stopped stroking for a moment. "No! Don't stop!"

"Tell me!" I demanded. She gave in quickly. I wasn't surprised. I knew my mom wanted to tell me. 

"I want to feel my son's big cock buried inside of me!" she cried. "I want you to hold me down and fill me with cum!" I thrust deep into her pussy.

"Yes!" I grunted and came. My mother was right behind me. We shivered and shook through our mutual orgasm for quite some time.

"Thanks," mom said with a sigh afterward. "I needed that."

"Lisa thought you would," I grinned, rolling off of my mother.

"Smart girl," mom smiled.

"You want her, don't you?" I asked. My mother didn't quite lose her smile while she shrugged.

"I told you," she said. "I'm a good girl."

"It's going to be that way is it?" I asked. My mother looked at my face.

"Brian! Don't you dare," she said. "I can't miss my flight!"

"Then admit the truth," I said. "Tell me how you really feel about Lisa. For a moment, forget about being a good girl and tell me what you want. It's either that or I'll make you." Mom looked at the clock and then at my eyes. She knew me well enough to know I wasn't joking.

"I love your sister," mom said carefully. I reached for her, but she shifted away. "Okay! I want her! Is that what you wanted to hear?"

"Yes," I smiled, relaxing and lying back.

"But that doesn't mean it will happen," my mother continued as she got out of bed. "She has to want it too. Besides, what we're doing is almost over."

"Over?" I asked in surprised concern.

"Brian, you said until the mark you gave me disappeared," my mother replied. "It's almost gone." Mom lifted her hair to show me her neck. The hickey was still there, but it was fading. The sight of it stunned me. Mom walked into her bathroom before I could say anything. 

I heard the water turn on as I lay there. I sat and thought for a few minutes. I had told mom that she was mine until my mark was gone, but was I ready for it to end? Was she? I thought mom looked sad as she went into the bathroom. It didn't take me long to decide what to do.

"Brian!" mom cried as I walked in on her. "What are you doing in here?"

I didn't bother responding. I simply walked into the shower, spun her around and pushed her against the wall. I pulled mom's hair into a ponytail and moved it out of the way.

"No!" mom cried when she realized what I was doing, but by that time it was too late. My lips were latched onto the back of her neck. She fought, but I held her tight as I kissed and sucked on her neck until the hickey was bright once more. I let her go then and she turned to face me.

"Mom, I don't want this to end," I said. "Not yet."

"Oh Brian!" my mom cried. "You think I do? But..."

"I won't let it end!" I interjected more strongly. "You're mine until my mark fades. That was the deal." Mom looked at me. 

"You cheated," she said, shaking her head.

"So?" I shrugged, pulled her body against mine and kissing her hungrily. Mom tried to talk, but I wouldn't let her, no until after she started kissing me back.

"Brian!" mom moaned. "No son should have this kind of an effect on his mother!"

"You're mine!" I said.

"For as long as the mark lasts," she said between kisses. "That was the deal."

"I knew you'd see it my way," I smiled.

"Get out," she said as she shook her head and laughed. "I really do need to be going soon."

"You'd leave me like this?" I asked, motioning toward my hardening cock. "Excited and alone? What kind of mother are you?"

"The worst kind," she said, but then dropped to her knees and took my cock into her mouth.

"You mean the best!" I groaned, taking her head with both hands and stroking my cock between her lips. 

Mom locked eyes with me as I fucked her mouth. She never once looked away. It didn't take long for me to cum. The sight of my mother watching me and swallowing as I spurted rope after rope of cum down her throat only made my orgasm last longer.

"Can I return the favor?" I asked, leaning against the shower wall to hold myself up. Mom started to stand and I reached out one hand and helped.

"When I get back," she smiled. "We really don't have the time. If I don't get going right now I'll miss my flight."

"I'll be waiting," I promised.

"I know," she said, shaking her head.

"Don't worry," I added with a grin. "While you're gone, I'll see what I can do about getting Lisa to be try more with you."

"You my son, have a one track mind," mom sighed.

"I wonder where I get it from?" I joked.

"Not me!" she cried. "I'm a good girl."

"Sure you are," I agreed easily, slapping her ass playfully and laughing as I left the shower.

"Young man," my mother said sternly. "You and I have to talk about the correct way to treat a lady."

"I'm willing to listen," I replied as I dried myself. "But I'm reasonably certain you'll miss your plane if you try and explain it right now." My mother shook her head.

"Another time," she said. She was fighting off a smile.

"I can't wait," I grinned.

Mom made it out of the house in plenty of time. The car the company sent to take her to the airport was only waiting a few minutes before she was ready.

"Good luck," I said as I put her bags in the trunk. "Not that you'll need it."

"Thanks," she said, getting into the car.

I waved as she drove off and smiled. I had just enough time for another couple of hours of sleep before I had to get up and get ready for class. I needed it. Mom had a way of totally exhausting me and thoughts of what might happen this weekend with my sister had me smiling in anticipation.



Mom's Bed Ch. 04



Author's note: This chapter is a bit longer than the last. It was originally three chapters, but I decided to combine them based on people's comments. I hope you all enjoy it! 

Please note that like many of my stories this one drifts categories. It will be listed in the incest section, but there is also ass play, a bit of lesbianism and domination. If those aren't your things, then please skip it. There are plenty of good authors on this site and I have stories that are more...hmm...traditional? You know what I mean...lol. 

Regards,

JD

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"See, I didn't poison you after all," Lisa said as we finished dinner.

"Nothing fast acting, anyway," I teased.

"You liked what I made so don't even try it! You ate two servings."

"It was actually pretty good," I admitted.

"Don't sound so surprised." Lisa sounded annoyed, but she was fighting back a smile. The house was quiet and it was just the two of us. We were both in a good mood. 

"Did mom call while I was at class?" I asked, wondered how mom was doing.

"Yes, she made it in fine," my sister replied. "She told us to have fun and to keep the party down to a dull roar."

"Man, has she changed!" I laughed.

"She was just kidding." Lisa paused and had a thoughtful expression for a moment. "On the other hand, it did sound like she was condoning us having a party. Do we disappoint her?"

"I don't know. If we have people over, I might have to sleep alone tonight, and that doesn't really interest me." A party did sound good, but spending time alone with my sister sounded even better.

"Me neither," Lisa said, smiling at me sexily. A moment later she was in my arms and we were kissing. I had my sister half out of her clothes right there in the kitchen when someone knocked on the side door. We froze and frowned at each other.

"We could ignore whoever it is?" I offered, but I wasn't hopeful. Whoever it was knew us because they came to the side door.

"Hey!" we heard my cousin Gloria cry. "Dad told me aunt Deb was going out of town. Let us in!"

"There goes that idea," I sighed. 

"You go get it," Lisa said as she reached for her clothes on the floor. "I'll be right back." Lisa ran into the bathroom while I opened the door.

"Hey cous!" Gloria grinned as she walked in.

"Hello Gloria, Bobby," I said. "I supposed Francis and Rhonda aren't far behind you?"

"They had plans for tonight," Bobby replied. "But when your cousin heard that you two were alone, she insisted we visit."

"That's because your parents aren't much better than my father," Gloria grinned. "We never get any time alone."

"Sounds like someone's horny," I laughed.

"Would you believe the last time we were together was that night we slept over here?" Gloria asked rhetorically. Her eyes shined.

"It also sounds like someone's been drinking," Lisa added as she finally joined us.

"I might have had a little too much wine at dinner," Gloria laughed.

"Might?" Bobby grinned.

"Jerk!" Gloria snapped, but then gave him a kiss that had to make his toes curl.

"I take it you two want to borrow one of the bedrooms?" I asked.

"Please," Bobby said. I shook my head.

"Use the guest room," Lisa said. "And make sure you clean up after you're done." Lisa and I watched as the two made their way upstairs.

"You do know that this is exactly what mom didn't want to happen?" I asked when they were gone.

"Yes," Lisa sighed. "But Gloria is family. Are we supposed to kick her out?"

"We could call uncle James?" I offered.

"Yeah," my sister said sarcastically. "That's a good idea!"

We looked at each other in silence. I wanted my sister and the feeling was mutual based on the way she was looking at me. The intensity of our desire peaked momentarily, but instead of reaching for each other we both started laughing.

"You want to watch a movie?" I asked.

"Why not," she said. "They can't spend the night. Uncle James knows mom is out. I'm sure Gloria will have to go home."

"Eventually," I sighed. "It's still pretty early."

"Eventually," my sister agreed, but then she smiled sexily and added, "Although, I'm sure they won't be down for a while."

"What do you have in mind?" I asked, smiling now too.

"Nothing too crazy," she replied. "We can't take the chance of being caught."

"True," I said. "But if we do anything, I'm not sure I'll be able to control myself."

"Come on little brother," Lisa grinned. "You're all about control."

"Of others," I laughed. "My self control only goes so far."

"Let's see if we can work on that," Lisa said, taking my hand and leading me to the couch in the living room. "You sit here."

"Where are you sitting?" I frowned. She obviously had something in mind.

"Over here," she smiled, sitting on the recliner in the corner of the room. It was mom's chair. She liked to read in it. You didn't have a particularly good view of the television from it, but it was comfortable and you could see the stairway that led to the bedrooms. Lisa pulled a blanket over herself.

"Now what?" I asked.

"We watch television of course," she said.

"Wouldn't you have a better view from here?" I asked, patting the couch cushion next to mine.

"I like the view from here fine," she replied. I shrugged and put the television on. I had no idea what she had in mind, but I figured I'd find out eventually. I received a hint of what she was planning when she added, "Put on channel 70."

I smiled and nodded in understanding. Channel 70 wasn't full-fledged porn or anything, but there was a lot of skin. I used to sneak out of my room and watching it late at night some times as a kid.

"Bring back memories little brother?" Lisa asked. Obviously, she knew what I used to do.

"Some," I admitted.

"For me too," she smiled. "You don't think you're the only one who used to watch this channel late at night for the thrill of it, do you?"

"Yeah, but you got to do it in your room." 

"You're not still mad at that, are you?" she laughed.

The cable provider we used allowed for three televisions in the house with full access to all of the channels mom paid for. Any additional televisions would only get the basic channels unless mom was willing to pay more. She wasn't.

"Let's not go there," I said, remembering how mad I was when mom chose the living room, her bedroom and Lisa's for the full service televisions.

"I am the oldest," she grinned.

"You don't even watch much television!" I snapped, but then realized how I sounded and took a deep breath.

"Did you ever think that mom gave me all the stations exactly because of that?" she asked. "You used to stay up late and watch television every chance you could. Imagine how bad it would have been if you had all the channels."

"True," I admitted thoughtfully, but then grinned and added, "This one alone would have exhausted me."

"It did," she laughed. "Every time you snuck out and watched it late at night."

"I didn't do it that often," I said.

"Only when you were really horny," my sister said, but then laughed again and added, "Which for a teenage boy meant every chance you got!"

"I wasn't that bad!" I argued, but I was laughing now too.

"Sure you were," Lisa disagreed. "In fact, if I didn't catch you and threaten to tell mom, you probably would have watched it every night."

"Don't remind me," I groaned. We hadn't talked about what happened in years. My sister had caught me going at it red handed so to speak. It was definitely one of the most embarrassing things that had ever happened to me. Up until this moment I'd been able to block it from my mind.

"Oh relax," she said. "You were a kid doing what kids do. The only reason why I threatened to tell mom was because I figured if I could catch you by accident, then so could she."

"So, what exactly are we doing here?" I asked, changing the subject. 

"Well," she said, smiling sexily. "I was thinking that you could do what you were doing that night I caught you."

"No way!" I cried, embarrassed despite how our relationship changed recently.

"Don't worry," she grinned. "After you're done, we can switch seats."

"Really?" I asked in surprise.

"Girls do it too," she laughed. "Don't you think I took care of things by myself in my room some nights?"

"I never thought about it," I frowned, realizing just how excited the picture of Lisa playing with herself got to me.

"I promise if you go first, you'll be able to do more than think about it," my sister said, and then when I hesitated she added, "Come on, do it!"

"I thought I was the bossy one in this family," I frowned.

"Sorry, you are when it comes to this type of stuff," she laughed. "And mom likes to be controlled. Me, I can go either way, but I wasn't trying to boss you around. I just think this will be really hot. I've never seen a guy do it in real life."

"It's too weird," I sighed.

"Come on, for me? Please?" Lisa asked. I nodded slowly.

"I'll give it a shot, but I don't know," I said. "Make sure to keep an eye out for Gloria and Bobby."

"Cool!" my sister cried excitedly. "Just remember, you have to stay over there. We can't get near each other or we'll both lose control." 

I shook my head and focused on the television, or should I say I tried to focus on it. It wasn't easy with someone watching me. I began rubbed my cock through my sweats when the first pair of boobs popped out on the screen. I did harden slightly, but I was still too distracted trying to ignore Lisa. A few minutes later I was ready to quit.

"Lisa..." I began, looking at her, but stopped when I saw her blanket moving. "Oh wow!"

"I'm sorry," she sighed. The blanket stopped moving. "Just the thought of watching you is getting to me."

"If watching me take care of myself is really what turns you on," I grinned, finally knowing how to give her what she wanted. "Then keep doing what you were doing a moment ago." 

Lisa looked at me and smiled slowly. The blanket started moving again. My cock stiffened considerably. The television was forgotten. I pushed my sweat down in the front and let my cock pop free as I watched my sister play with herself. I couldn't really see anything, but just her expression was enough.

I slowly started stroking my cock. Lisa licked her lips at the sight and moaned softly. I picked up the pace. So did my sister based on the movement of her blanket. I could tell we were both going to peak soon.

"Let me see!" I growled. My sister's eyes flashed before she glanced toward the stairwell. I understood her concern and added, "They can't be done yet." I had no idea if I was right, but at the moment I could care less. I wanted to see what Lisa was doing under that blanket!

My sister nodded in agreement and lifted the cover slightly. It was my turn to moan. Lisa had two fingers buried in her pussy and was already working it hard. It made my mouth water.

"I want to taste you!" I growled, half standing.

"No!" Lisa cried. "That wasn't the deal. We finish like this! Later, after Gloria and Bobby are gone, you can taste me as long as you like."

"I'm going to hold you to that," I promised.

"Lucky me!" she moaned.

I could tell we were both fighting our orgasms. We wanted this to last, but it was a losing battle. The sight of my sister playing with herself was just too much for me. Obviously she was having the same problem. I was only moments away from release when it happened.

"Wow Lisa, don't you have a room?"

It was my cousin's voice. I couldn't see Gloria, but she was obviously coming down the stairs. I was horrified at how she would react once she realized what we were doing. She already saw Lisa and seemed to be taking it in stride from her tone, but it was going to be a lot worse when she saw me too. I had no idea what to do.

"Shh!" Lisa cried. "Brian is sleeping over there." She was pointing toward me.

'Great idea!' I grinned silently as I closed my eyes and shifted quietly. I also took a moment to pull my sweats over my cock. I was still hard, but the darkness and the way I was laying down would hide that.

"With your brother in the same room?" Gloria asked, but her voice was softer.

"I couldn't help it," Lisa replied. "Brian insisted we watch this stupid channel and it got to me. It sure didn't help that I knew you and Bobby were upstairs."

"And I guess it's been a while for you since you broke up with Ted a couple of weeks ago," Gloria added in an understanding tone. My sister remained silent. The truth was that she had a lot more sex since she broke up with him, but she couldn't tell Gloria that.

"How come you came downstairs?" Lisa asked, changing the subject. "I thought you two would be at it for quite a bit longer."

"Oh, we will!" my cousin laughed as she finally came into sight. "I was thirsty." 

I noticed that she was wearing one of Lisa's robes. There wasn't a tie and although Gloria was holding it closed, there were gaps. I kept catching a glimpse of her pale skin every so often. 

'So much for my cock calming down,' I thought as it stiffened considerable.

Gloria had red hair, pale skin and freckles. She was short and shapely. I looked at her and wondered what she'd look like without the robe. 

The truth was that I never consciously thought of my mother and sister in a sexual way until after all this started. I can't say the same about my cousin. 

I'd had plenty of fantasies about Gloria growing up. She was a year older than me and we didn't hang out much until these last couple of years when everyone became old enough to drive. I guess that distance early on let me see her as what she was, a very sexy redhead. 

"I'm just glad I came down instead of Bobby," Gloria was saying as I refocused on the conversation. "One look at you and what you were doing and he would have been all over you!"

"Please," Lisa said, rolling her eyes. "He's too deeply in love with you to do something that stupid."

"He is, isn't he?" Gloria laughed. "Of course, if he weren't he'd have attacked you. You're definitely his type."

"And you're not?" my sister asked. 

"Not really," Gloria replied. "We joke about it all the time. We love each other and we'll be together forever, but it's funny how neither one of us physically are each other's type. Don't get me wrong, we're attracted to each other and our sex life is great. It's just weird." 

"In that case you just be thankful I'm a good cousin," my sister said. "Because I'm awfully horny these days and if he weren't..."

"Shame, shame!" Gloria interjected, laughing again.

"Sue me," Lisa shrugged. "By the way, if Bobby's isn't your type, then who is?"

"You remember your ex-boyfriend Ted?" my cousin grinned.

"Really?" my sister asked. If I weren't supposed to be asleep I would have said more than that. Ted, pftt!

"If we're talking looks alone, definitely," Gloria responded. "My type is tall, dark and handsome and Ted was all those things. It's too bad that's all he was."

"Tell me about it," Lisa sighed. 

I saw her glance my way. Her expression changed when she saw me. I think she'd almost forgotten I was faking being asleep. I didn't mind. The conversation was interesting and Gloria was barely holding her robe closed now.

"Hmm," my sister said. "You know who else is tall, dark and handsome?"

"Who?" Gloria was frowning as she tried to guess who Lisa meant. 

"Brian," my sister replied.

"He's your brother!" Gloria cried.

"And your cousin, but what's that have to do with it? I'm only saying that in the looks department he's your type."

"He is kind of cute," my cousin admitted, which was always nice to know.

"He's not as handsome as Ted," Lisa put in. "Then again, not a lot of guys are."

'I'll get you for that!' I promised, knowing she was saying it just to bother me.

"I don't think you're doing your brother justice," Gloria said. "Ted is prettier than a guy is supposed to be. You're little brother has rugged good looks. I like that in a guy."

"So, are you trying to tell me that if he weren't your cousin you'd jump him?" my sister asked.

"Lisa! That's terrible!" my cousin cried.

"I noticed that you didn't answer," my sister grinned.

"He's my cousin!" Gloria added.

"That didn't stop you from kissing me all those years ago," Lisa said, surprising me. I think my cousin was even more shocked.

"I can't believe you brought that up!" she cried. "We were just kids."

"True, but I am your cousin and it was your idea," my sister teased. "And we're not kids anymore."

"And we never kissed again," Gloria said defensively.

"Hmm," Lisa said thoughtfully. "Do you want to?"

"What?" my cousin cried.

"Calm down," my sister said. "I'm a little drunk and I was just curious if it was as good as I remember."

"Bobby is upstairs waiting for me," Gloria said nervously. 

"Then you'd better go to him," Lisa replied. "And I'm sorry if I upset you."

"I'm not upset," my cousin replied. "I'm just surprised."

"So, do you want to?" my sister asked when Gloria didn't more toward the stairs. "Kiss me?"

Gloria looked at Lisa in silence for a moment. I actually thought she was going to do it for a moment, but she slowly shook her head and stepped back.

"I can't. I'm sorry," my cousin said.

"No need to apologize," Lisa replied. "We're family. It's fine."

"What's fine?" I heard Bobby ask from the hallway. Both ladies jumped. I just grinned to myself.

"Nothing!" Gloria cried. 

"Hmm, a secret," he smiled. "I love secrets. Lisa, would you care to tell me what's going on?" My cousin looked at my sister with a pleading look.

"None of your business," Lisa replied.

"Come on Gloria," Bobby laughed. "You know I'll get whatever it is out of you later anyway."

"No," she said. I decided to have some fun. I knew Bobby well enough to know it would take an awful lot for him to really get upset.

"It's not that big of a deal," I said, sitting up.

"You're awake!" Gloria cried. 

"I was asleep," I smiled. "But you two yammering work me up."

"What were they talking about?" Bobby asked.

"Brian..." Gloria said in a tone that I knew was meant to warn me.

"Lisa was trying to get Gloria to kiss her," I said, answering Bobby. "It seems that they did it once before when they were younger."

"Oh wow!" Bobby cried. "That's hot!"

"You're not mad?" Gloria asked in surprise.

"Why would I be?" he shrugged. Bobby was taking it well. I decided to push a little further.

"Yeah, and before that Lisa was telling Gloria they she was lucky because if they weren't cousins my sister would be all over you," I added.

"Hey!" Lisa cried, but I knew she wasn't really upset. She was enjoying this almost as much as I was. "That was only after Gloria said I was your type."

"Man!" Bobby said, shaking his head. "I should have come down here a while ago. I was wondering what was taking you so long."

"So, about that kiss..." I laughed.

"Now that's something I'd like to see!" Bobby groaned.

"Really?" Gloria frowned. "I only said no because I felt it would be cheating on you."

"Go ahead," he said. "I think it would be hot!"

"Me too," I put in.

"And the fact that we're cousin's doesn't bother either of you?" Lisa asked.

"Not me," Bobby grinned. "You're not related to me."

"Honestly, it sort of turns me on," I answered.

"Wow man! That's your sister and cousin we're talking about," Bobby said in surprise.

"True," I agreed. "But they're both beautiful women as well."

"And besides," Lisa added. "It's just a kiss."

"I don't know," Gloria blushed. "The first time it seemed like a lot more than just that. I felt it down to my toes!"

"I'm surprised you only did it once," I said.

"Me too," my cousin replied, still blushing.

"Well, we can fix that right now," Lisa said, looking at Gloria hungrily.

"Are you sure it's okay?" my cousin asked her boyfriend.




Mom's Bed Ch. 04



"Absolutely," he replied instantly.

Bobby and I were both watching the ladies and waiting almost impatiently as they moved together. They were smiling at each other obviously remembering the first time. Gloria looked nervous, but not my sister. I guess all the kisses she shared with our mother over the last two weeks got her past that.

I wasn't the only one who groaned when their lips met. Bobby was grinning and his eyes glowed in excitement. Gloria pulled back first.

"That wasn't much of a kiss," I said pointedly. The truth was that it was very hot and lasted quite a few seconds. I was just hoping to convince them to do it again.

"I agree," Bobby said, picking up on what I was trying to do instantly. "Do it again. Only this time mean it!"

"Hey!" Gloria cried. "We..."

Whatever she was about to say was lost when my sister grabbed our redheaded cousin and pulled her lips against hers. This kiss lasted a lot longer and I saw the moment that Gloria let Lisa pushed her tongue into her mouth.

"Alright!" Bobby cried. "They're Frenching!"

"Now that's what I call a kiss!" I groaned.

"Gloria," my sister said as they finally pulled apart. "You really are a great kisser."

"I agree," Bobby put in.

"You know," Gloria smiled at her boyfriend. "It doesn't seem fair that I got to kiss someone and you didn't. It sort of still feels like I cheated. How about you kiss Lisa too? That way we're even."

"That's not necessary," Bobby smiled lovingly at the redhead.

"Hey!" I joked. "What's wrong with my sister that you don't want to kiss her?"

"Oh, I want to!" he laughed. "It's just not necessary."

"Do it for me?" Gloria asked. "Please!"

"Well, if you want me to that badly," Bobby laughed.

"Wait a second," Lisa said with a raised eyebrow. "Don't a get a say in this?"

"No," I answered succinctly. "Bobby, kiss her."

I'm pretty sure both Gloria and Bobby were surprised by how I answered, but so be it. All this kissing was making me horny.

This time is was Lisa who was nervous. Bobby looked once more at Gloria who smiled and nodded. A moment later he kissed my sister. Lisa obviously enjoyed it.

"Oh wow!" Gloria said. "It's weird to watch you two kissing."

"Are you okay?" Bobby asked in concern, breaking away from my sister.

"I guess," Gloria replied thoughtfully. "You would think it would bother me more, but it doesn't."

"Good!" Lisa said and pulled Bobby's lips back to hers. I laughed and Gloria shook her head. We both knew Lisa.

"Thanks," Bobby said when he was done. "And thank you Babe. Lisa is an excellent kisser too."

"Yes she is," Gloria smiled.

"You know," I said. "How come I'm the only one who didn't get a kiss?"

"Don't look at me!" Bobby laughed.

"Very funny," I said, shaking my head. Everyone was looking at Gloria. My cousin looked back and forth between us all.

"Well, I can't kiss him," Lisa shrugged. "He's my brother."

"He's my cousin!" Gloria cried.

"So is Lisa and that didn't stop you," I put in helpfully.

"Go ahead," Bobby sighed. "It's not really fair to leave him out." Gloria looked at me and frowned.

"You really want to kiss me?" she asked. "Even though we're cousins. It doesn't gross you out?" Gloria asked.

"Cous, you a hot redhead," I replied honestly. "How could I possible be grossed out? Besides, do you really think I'm less perverted than you and Lisa?"

"Oh go ahead already!" Bobby laughed. "I need to get you upstairs!"

"Okay, I guess," Gloria said, moving toward me tentatively. 

Our lips touched and I put one hand on the back of her neck, holding her mouth against mine. I pushed my tongue into her mouth and Gloria moaned. She tried to separate, but I refused to let her.

"Oh wow! That's so hot!" Lisa moaned. "Gloria, I hope you don't mind, but I need another kiss." A moment later I heard my sister and my cousin's boyfriend kissing again. Gloria knew what was going on. Her kiss grew even more passionate.

I put my other hand on the small of my redheaded cousin's back and pulled her body against mine. Her robe opened and I got a glimpse of her full breasts. My hand dropped lower to her round ass. I rubbed and squeezed it. Gloria's eyes popped open as I finally let her pull back and catch her breath. She saw the hunger in my eyes and knew what it meant. Her eyes flashed with her own desire, but she pushed away from me.

"Bobby, I think we'd better go upstairs now," Gloria said.

"Upstairs, right," Bobby said as he pulled away from Lisa. She was rubbing his cock through his pants and I could tell it took all of his strength to move away.

"We'll see you two later!" Gloria said, taking Bobby's hand and pulling him toward the stairwell. 

"Sorry for getting you two all worked up," Bobby added.

"We'll manage," I said. 

Lisa and I stood watching each other in complete silence until we heard the door to their room shut. There was no holding back once it did. We were both too much in need. I pulled my sister to me and she fell into my arms. 

"Wow!" she moaned between kisses. "I thought they were going to go for it."

"You and me both!" I moaned. Our kisses grew more and more passionate.

"I supposed we should still wait until they're gone," Lisa sighed after a few minutes.

"We should," I agreed, but then lifted my sister and threw her over my shoulder and moved toward the stairway.

"Brian!" Lisa cried, but she was laughing. "Where are you taking me?"

"To mom's bed of course," I grinned. It was the farthest from the guest bedroom. We could hear Bobby and Gloria going at it as we passed. I didn't bother to pause.

In moments Lisa was lying on her back in mom's bed with my cock buried between her legs. She was soaked and it felt so good as I drove in and out of her. I lifted my sister's legs to my shoulders and held them there as I did my best to drive her crazy. Lisa was very limber so I was able to lean forward and kiss her.

"I always wanted to fuck a gymnast!" I growled, looking at her knees resting on either side of her head.

"Easy!" she moaned. "I haven't been a gymnast in years!"

"Okay, then the hot gym teacher!" I cried. "The one all the guys think about."

"Stop that!" she cried, but I could tell the thought was getting to her.

"I wonder how many guys are thinking about you right now as they take care of themselves?" I asked, shifting back and stroking in and out of my sister with long strokes.

"That's terrible!" she moaned. I could tell Tara was close. We both were from what happened downstairs.

"Cum for me!" I demanded.

"No!" she cried fighting off her orgasm. I grinned. I had an idea.

"Can't you just picture Gloria and Bobby going at it right now?" I asked. "I bet he's giving her everything he has!"

"Oh!" she moaned. "His shoulders are so wide!"

"You want to feel Bobby inside of you, don't you?" I asked. "Admit it! You want to fuck you cousin's boyfriend until he fills you with his cum!"

"Of course!" she finally cried.

"Slut!" I joked.

"Maybe," she gasped out. "But I'm still better than you. Bobby isn't our cousin. Gloria is! You want to take her the way you're taking me!"

"I doubt she could handle this position," I laughed. "Cousin Gloria is built, but she's never been a gymnast or a gym teacher."

"That doesn't mean you don't want her," Lisa said.

"Oh, I do!" I growled, picking up the pace. "I want her badly. I've never been with a redhead before and Gloria is stacked. I'm dying to see what her tits look like. And her ass! It's so round and full."

"So you'd fuck her, your own cousin?" Lisa asked. She was teasing me. We both knew exactly what I'd do.

"She's not you or mom," I said thoughtfully, as if I were thinking about it. I could hold a straight face for long though. I grinned and added, "But you know what the thought of incest does to me."

"Me too!" my sister cried and finally came. 

Her pussy clamped down on my cock. I groaned, pulled out and thrust back into her with all my strength. My orgasm took me hard. I pumped my cum in my sister for quite a while. It was one of my better orgasms.

"You know," my sister laughed gently as we separated, straightening her legs with some difficulty. "I may have to go back to gymnastics if you're going to keep twisting me into a pretzel while we do it."

"You could try yoga," I laughed.

"That's an idea," she replied and lay on my chest for a few moments while we caught our breath.

"What time is it?" I asked. My sister glanced at the nightstand on her side of the bed.

"Would you believe only eight?" she replied.

"Wow," I said. "I'm ready for bed."

"Me too," Lisa sighed. "But we can't let Gloria find us together like this."

"You're right. We should go back to our own rooms," I sighed. "You go ahead. I'll follow in a little while." Lisa gave me another kiss and disappeared. 

I lay there smiling contently thinking about my night. Not bad at all and it was still early. On the other hand, I was pretty tired.

"I should go to my room and get some sleep, but mom's bed is very comfortable," I said with a sigh. It still smelled of Lisa and I smiled, drifting off to sleep almost without realizing it.

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"What was that!" I snapped, waking up with a jolt. I looked around, but there was no one there. I was alone in my mother's room. I lay back and worked on forcing my heart stop beating so fast. "It must have been a dream."

I didn't remember what my imagination decided to interrupt my sleep with, but whatever it was must have been good. It took quite a while for my heart to settle down. I thought I only nodded off, but when I looked at the clock I saw that it was after nine. Despite the way I woke up, the nap felt good. I stood, straightened mom's bed and dressed.

After I was done I decided to go see if Lisa was still awake. I was in the mood again. No surprise there, but I hesitated when I passed the guest bedroom and didn't hear Gloria and Bobby. I doubt they'd fallen asleep and it was too early for them to have left. I thought maybe they were downstairs with Lisa when Gloria walked out of the bathroom wearing my sister's robe again.

"Hey," I smiled.

"Hello," she said shyly, refusing to look at me at first.

"It's going to be like that is it?" I sighed dramatically.

"Sorry," my cousin grinned, meeting my eyes. "It's just been a weird night."

"They happen," I said in understanding. I didn't bother to add out loud, 'More and more each day', but I was thinking it.

"I guess they do," she sighed, and then added, "I'm exhausted."

"It's nice to know Bobby knows how to take care of you."

"Oh, he does. Although, I think tonight was more about Lisa than me. He kept calling her name out as he came."

"Are you okay with that?" I frowned in concern. She shrugged.

"I'm not sure, but it's not like I can get indignant," she said. "I was too busy calling out your name at the moment to get upset."

"Oh fuck!" I groaned. "You shouldn't tell me something like that."

"Why not?" she grinned. I don't know what came over me, but suddenly my desire for Gloria overrode my better judgment.

"Do you really want to know?" I asked hungrily, getting closer. Gloria eyes grew big.

"You wouldn't!" she cried, but I saw her desire. It mirrored my own.

"I wouldn't bet on that," I said, gently pushed my cousin up against the wall and pinning her there. "After all, I can still remember the taste of your kiss on my lips."

"I remember," she said, licking her own lips nervously. I couldn't hold off any longer. I started kissing my redheaded cousin passionately.

"Brian!" Gloria cried, but it didn't stop me from holding her steady and continuing, or her from beginning to return my kisses. The robe she was wearing fell open and I cupped one of her pale white breasts. I squeezed and she moaned.

"I've dreamed about this for a long time," I said, kissing her neck now.

"Really?" she asked.

"If you only knew!" I groaned and sucked on her neck harder.

"Stop!" she cried. "Don't leave a mark!"

I realized that she was right. Gloria was Bobby's, not mine. I didn't have the right to mark her. I kissed my way back to her mouth. The robe was off her shoulders now and I was cupping both of her full breasts. 

I was so into what I was doing I almost didn't notice when Lisa entered the hall. My sister stopped and watched us for a few minutes. I saw her lick her lips more than once before she came toward us.

"You two aren't being fair to Bobby," she said. Poor Gloria jumped in surprise.

"Oh my God!" my cousin said as she pulled the robe back on. "What am I doing?"

"You're about to come with me for a night you'll never forget," I promised, forcing the robe back open and kissing one of her pale breasts. Gloria eyes flew to Lisa. She was obviously expecting some sort of reaction, but what she got wasn't even close. My sister moved closer and kissed my cousin. Gloria moaned loudly.

"I can't!" Gloria cried. "You're right. It wouldn't be fair to Bobby."

"True," my sister said, pulling back. "Unless of course I join him while you and Brian have your fun?"

"It only seems fair," I put in. "It's what we did before with the kisses."

"You want me to let Bobby sleep with Lisa?" Gloria asked.

"I want you to let me take you to my bed and fulfill all those fantasies I had of you growing up," I replied honestly. "If sending Lisa to Bobby is the only way that's going to happen, then so be it."

"It's a tough decision, isn't it?" my sister smiled.

My redheaded cousin looked back and forth between us, trying to decide. I pushed my knee between her legs and kissed her passionately again. Gloria moaned and kissed me back as she ground her pussy against my thigh.

"Well?" Lisa asked after a while.

"Go!" Gloria cried. Lisa smiled like a Cheshire cat and slipped into the guest bedroom. This was obviously what she was hoping for. Me too.

I heard Bobby protest, but it lasted only a few seconds. He was too busy moaning afterward. My cousin heard as well and shook her head.

"Did I just send my cousin in with the man I love?" Gloria asked, her eyes a mix of lust and confusion.

"You won't regret it," I smiled, kissing her roughly once more and then releasing her. We moved toward mom's room. I wanted to have my cousin in mom's big bed. 

I took Gloria's hand as we went. She moved as if she were in a daze. She came out of it after we entered my mother room and I shut the door.

"Now what?" my cousin asked.

"Now you're mine until we leave this room," I said, looking into her eyes and letting her see my desire for her. Gloria's eyes grew big.

"What does that mean?" she asked nervously.

"It means that you're mine to have, mine to take," I explained, pulling her robe off her shoulders without letting it drop to the floor. I held her like that with her pale breasts in full view and her arms trapped behind her. 

I crushed her lips with mine and kissed my cousin with all my pent up passion. I'd always wanted her and now I was going to have her! Gloria moaned into my mouth as our tongue's danced.

"Oh Brian, I can't believe how much I want you!" my cousin cried when I pulled away. Her eyes were now shining with desire.

"Let's get more comfortable," I smiled, letting her robe finally fall to the ground.

Gloria started undressing me as I drank her beauty in. Her red hair and pale, freckled skin drove me wild. Gloria's body was far different than Lisa's. She was built more like mom, but she was shorter and her curves were more rounded. Her breasts, though large like my mother's, weren't shaped the same. Mom's were full and heavy. Gloria's were more torpedo shaped and ended in small hard nipples that I knew I was going to love.

"Yes!" my cousin cried when my cock popped free from my underwear. "I knew you'd be big! Bobby's thing is nice and fat, but I always wanted to feel something like this inside of me."

I stood there and smiled as my cousin dropped to her knees in front of me and took my cock in her hand. She stroked it a few times until I was at my full length. Gloria was smiling the entire time. She looked up at me. Her eyes flashed with desire and her tongue darted out. It brushed the head of my cock and I groaned. 

My cousin took hold of my cock with both hands and held it steady as she teased the head with her tongue. Gloria looked like such a wanton slut at that moment that I didn't interrupt her. I let her control what happened for the moment.

"Were your fantasies of me as hot and perverted as this?" she asked huskily, her desire making her voice thicker and sexier.

"Gloria, you have no idea just how perverted I am, or hot my fantasies of you are, but you will before we're done here." She looked up at me and smiled so lustfully, that I couldn't help but add, "Of course, I'm betting your fantasies of me are just as perverted. After all, you are my cousin and you are sucking my cock."

"Actually Brian," she said, looking at my cock and licking her lips. "I was just licking it. This is me sucking you!"

Gloria opened her mouth and moved forward, taking half of my cock into her mouth before stopping and moaning loudly. I could tell she couldn't fit anymore, but I didn't mind. It felt great and the sight of her doing it was too much. My cousin wasn't used to sucking a cock as big as mine and it obviously thrilled her. She was attacking it with almost a vengeance. 

I reached down and caressed her large breasts for a few moments before lifting and wrapping them around the exposed part of my cock. Gloria moaned again and let go of my cock, using her hands to help hold her tits in place. There was enough of me inside her mouth that she didn't have to worry about my cock coming free. She worked it mercilessly with her tits and mouth. I loved every moment of it!

I knew I was getting close when I realized I was holding her head in place with both hands. I hadn't planned on doing it, but my growing orgasm demanded it. I loved how my cousin's red hair looked and felt in my hands. I was close to cumming when she surprised me by pulling off of my cock. I popped free of her mouth.

"Don't stop!" I groaned.

"I'm not," she smiled as she pushed my hands away from her head and stood. "I just can't wait any longer to feel you inside of me."

I could have argued I guess, but the thought of pushing my cock inside my cousin's red haired pussy made that pointless. Gloria moved to my mother's bed and climbed into it. She lied down on her back and spread her legs wide, letting me see her wet pussy. It was literally mouth watering.

"So Brian, are you really as perverted as you say?" she smiled sexily, playing with her pussy gently.

"You have no idea!" I groaned, moving to her.

Gloria gasped out when I thrust my cock deep inside of her pussy. She was extremely tight and wet, but I was too excited to take my time. I pulled out and thrust deep again.

"Yes!" my cousin cried. "Harder!"

I slammed into her so hard that my balls slapped against her ass. Gloria surprised me by crying out and cumming. I had to pause because her pussy grew even tighter as it throbbed and soaked my cock.

"Oh my God!" she cried as her orgasm continued. Gloria reached for me and pulled my face to hers. Her kiss was pure passion and our tongues danced in each other's mouths.

My cousin's orgasm took a long time to finish. I waited it out, my own need high, but controllable. I knew she was done when Gloria's kisses stopped being so demanded. The fact that her pussy released its vice-like grip made it obvious as well.

"That was something else," she sighed contently. "I don't think I've ever cum that fast."

"So then," I smiled. "I take it you like fucking your cousin?"

"My big-dicked cousin," she grinned, squeezing my cock gently with her pussy muscles and looking at me as if wondering how I'd react to what she said. In answer, I started moving in and out of her slowly. Gloria moaned softly and added, "It feels so good!"




Mom's Bed Ch. 04



"What feels so good?" I asked, causing her to look at me oddly.

"You're not like Bobby, are you?" she asked suddenly. "He doesn't usually like it when I say something nasty. He would have flipped out if I said the word dick in front of him."

"That's because he loves you," I smiled. "And is probably romantic enough to want to think of you as a princess on a pedestal."

"I guess," she said thoughtfully.

"You should break him of that when you get the chance," I grinned. "At least in the bedroom. It's nice and all, but he's missing out if he doesn't let your inner slut out."

"Inner slut?" she asked.

"Come on, you know," I said, thrusting deep with more strength and causing her to gasp out. "The part of you that's willing to fuck her own cousin."

"This is bad, isn't it?" she asked rhetorically. I answered anyway.

"It's incest," I said. "And perverted as hell."

"True," she said, biting her lower lip and looking down at where our bodies met. My cousin watched my cock moving in and out of her.

"You can say dick again if you want?" I offered. "I'm not easily offended and I don't think of you the same way that Bobby does. In fact, I like when a girl talks dirty."

"So you don't think of me as a princess?" Gloria asked.

"I think of you as you are," I answered. "A very hot redhead with curves in all the right places."

"Is that it?" she asked, watching me carefully.

"Not really," I laughed. "But I'm not sure how you'd handle the rest."

"You mean the part where you think of me as an incestuous slut?" she asked, panting now.

"My incestuous slut," I corrected.

"Yours?" she asked in surprise.

"For tonight," I answered. She looked up into my eyes for a moment.

"I can live with that," she finally said.

"Good," I smiled. "Now tell me how this feels."

"You mean you thrusting your big dick in and out of me?" she asked almost tentatively, obviously waiting for my reaction.

"I mean how it feels to have your cousin's cock deep inside your tight and wet pussy!" I growled, picking up the pace. She moaned and finally relaxed back into the bed.

"It feels amazing!" she cried. "Bobby was my first and only lover, and your cock is so much longer than his. No one has ever been so deep inside of me!"

"Do you want me to cum in you?" I asked.

"Please!" Gloria cried. "I need to feel it." I picked up the pace for a few minutes before my orgasm grew close once again.

"Soon!" I grunted taking her hands and holding them above her head. My cousin was watching me with lust filled eyes as I crushed her lips with mine.

"Oh Brian! Take me!" she cried, obviously picking up on the fact that I liked to be in control.

I kissed my way from her lips to her breasts and back again, pausing at her neck for a long time. I found myself wanting to leave a mark, letting her and Bobby know that she was mine, at least for a short time, but I didn't.

"I...can't...take...much...more!" Gloria cried. Her red hair was a mass against the bed and filled the area between her two arms as I continued to hold her in place.

"I'm close!" I gasped, slamming in and out of my cousin.

"Cum in me!" she cried. "Fill me!"

"Keep talking like that and I will!" I grunted. I wasn't joking when I said a woman talking dirty got to me. 

"Your cock is so big!" Gloria cried. "You said that I'm yours for the night and that's exactly like I feel. I've never been fucked like this!"

"Mine!" I growled. My cousin's pussy suddenly loosened and my cock slammed in even deeper.

"Yours!" she cried. "I'm all yours! Fill me please!"

"Yes!" I cried, no longer able to stop myself. I thrust deep and started cumming.

"I feel it!" Gloria cried as her own orgasm exploded free. 

Her pussy tightened like a vice, but I was in the throws of release and couldn't stop myself from continuing to stroke in and out of her. I could feel her pussy throbbing around my cock as her fluids covered us both. I let go of my cousin's hands and kissed her lustfully. She wrapped me in her arms and returned my kiss.

"Wow!" she panted when we were both done. Gloria was covered in our sweat and juices. Me too.

"You said it," I laughed gently. "I think we need a shower."

"Agreed," she smiled.

We both stood and went into my mother's bathroom. The shower felt good. I loved washing Gloria's hair. It turned a darker red when it was wet and it's fullness felt good in my hands. My cousin watched me as I rinsed the soap out of it.

"You really are tall, dark and handsome," she said suddenly.

"And you are hot as hell and built like the proverbial 'shit brickhouse'," I replied.

"Gee, thanks," she laughed. I joined her and pulled her into a kiss. 

"Do you want to go back to the bed?" I asked when it was obvious that we were both ready.

"Brian," she said, pulling back. "Do you mind if we go check on Lisa and Bobby first?"

"Not as long as you think you can handle it," I replied. She swallowed and nodded.

We left the shower and dried each other. Gloria's breasts were truly amazing and I'd yet to give her bottom any attention. We would never have made it to the other room if she didn't insist. At first I wasn't sure it was a good idea because my cousin froze when she saw Lisa riding Bobby's cock hard. My sister had her hands on his well-muscled chest as she bounced up and down.

Lisa saw us at the door, but Bobby was oblivious. She smiled at us and started grinding her pussy down on his cock harder. Bobby reached up and squeezed her tits.

"Oh yes Bobby!" my sister cried. "Keep doing that and I'll cum all over you!"

"You are such a slut!" he groaned.

"Just like Gloria?" my sister asked, causing him to frown despite the pleasure she was giving him.

"Gloria is loving and sweet," he protested.

"I'm sure she is," Lisa replied, slowing down slightly. "But she has to have at least a little bit of a slut in her."

"Maybe a little," Bobby groaned and my sister's hips shifted slightly. I could tell she was squeezing down on his cock.

"Maybe a lot," Lisa said, releasing her vice-like grip and bouncing up and down once more. "After all, the only reason why I'm here is because she's with Brian."

"I still can't believe that!" he cried, shaking his head. "Gloria with Brian. That's incest!"

"Bobby, she let me come in here and be with you," my sister replied. "Do you think they're somewhere else playing dominos?"

"Oh fuck!" he cried. "I know you're right, but still..." I could see Gloria looking at him nervously.

"Wow!" Lisa cried. "You obviously like the thought of her and Brian being together. You cock is throbbing."

"I'm close!" he groaned.

"Can't you just picture it?" my sister asked. "Your Gloria laying on her stomach with her pale round ass sticking up in the air. My brother behind her ready to thrust deep inside her red haired pussy."

"Gloria likes that position!" Bobby gasped. "Her pussy is always soaked and open, waiting for me to push in."

"Not this time," Lisa smiled. "This time she'd be waiting for Brian to push in."

"Your brother and her cousin!" he moaned.

"Would you like to see that Bobby?" my sister asked. "Would you like to see Gloria right next to you, laying on her stomach and waiting for Brian to push his big cock inside of her?"

"Yes!" Bobby cried. His orgasm was obviously close. Lisa stopped suddenly and squeezed down on his cock again. He groaned. "No don't stop! Let me finish!"

"Not yet," she moaned, clearly liking the feeling of squeezing down on his cock. 

She glanced our way. I looked at Gloria. My cousin hesitated. She was breathing heavy and biting her bottom lip, but she was still afraid of how her boyfriend would react. My sister leaned forward and kissed Bobby. It also blocked his view of the door.

"Bobby, if Gloria were here with Brian right now and you watched them together," Lisa began. "Would you two be okay? I'm sure she loves you very much. Would her sleeping with Bobby ruin your relationship?"

"According to you," he replied. "She's already sleeping with your brother."

"And is that going to break you up?" my sister asked. I could feel Gloria tense up beside me.

"I love Gloria," he replied. "Nothing is going to break us up if I can help it."

"So, you're okay with her and Brian being together?" Lisa asked.

"Hell no!" he cried, but then he laughed and added, "But on the other hand, I bet they'd look really hot together. Besides, it's not like I'm being a saint. I am lying here with you straddling my hips and fucking me."

"True," my sister grinned, starting to move once more. "I bet somewhere deep inside Gloria would love to be on this bed next to you, kissing you while Brian pushed his big cock in and out of her."

"I'm not so sure," Bobby moaned. "She's a..."

"Perverted slut," Gloria interjected, finally going with the moment. "Just like Lisa, Brian and you."

"Gloria!" her boyfriend cried. 

"Relax," my cousin said. "I haven't caught you at anything you weren't supposed to be doing. I sent Lisa in here, remember?"

"Oh fuck!" Bobby cried as his girl got into bed next to him. She stuck her ass up in the air. "You're really going to do it!"

"What do you think?" Gloria smiled, kissing him. "You're the love of my life, but you laying there with your cock buried deep inside of my cousin."

"Gloria!" Bobby cried. I wasn't sure if it was because of what she was doing, or the fact that she was cursing. I got behind her. Bobby groaned and added, "But you're cousins!"

"Yes, we are," I smiled. Gloria's pussy lips were spread and I could see the moisture between them. Instead of fucking her I leaned forward and thrust my tongue deep inside. 

"Oh Bobby!" she gasped. "His tongue...it's driving me crazy!"

"You slut!" Bobby cried and pulled Gloria's lips to his. I could hear them kissing as I buried my face between my cousin's legs. Her full round ass drove me crazy. It was pale and perfect!

"Brian, fuck me!" Gloria cried after a few moments. I stood and wiped her juices from my face.

"You're really going to let him do it?" Bobby asked, still not quite believing.

"I want him to," my cousin replied. 

"Bobby, the question is do you want him to?" Lisa asked. Bobby looked around the room at all of us. His eyes settled on mine and I waited in anticipation.

"Do it!" he grunted, giving me his permission. That was all I needed. 

I thrust my cock into Gloria's pussy with one long stroke. She cried out. So did Bobby before he went back to kissing Gloria wildly. Lisa and I exchanged a look and grinned.

"Lisa!" Gloria gasped, turning to my sister. "I want you make Bobby cum. I want him to fill your pussy with his juices."

"So nasty!" Bobby moaned.

"That's right," my sister smiled. "Gloria is a nasty slut."

"Your nasty slut," I corrected. 

"Mine?" Bobby asked in surprise.

"Yours," Gloria smiled. "All yours." I drove my cock deep inside of her and Lisa bounced faster on Bobby's cock. 

"Now both of you shut up and cum!" my sister demanded. 

"Fuck yes!" Bobby cried, lifting my sister off the bed as his orgasm took him.

"Me too!" Gloria moaned loudly as she lost it as well. Her pussy throbbed around my cock and soaked me in her juices.

I was disappointed because I wasn't ready to cum yet, but only slightly. It was amazing to watch my cousin and Bobby lose it together. They were kissing madly and holding hands.

"Damn!" my sister cried. "I was so close!"

"Why not let Brian finish you?" Gloria offered between gasps.

"Now that's sick!" Bobby groaned, thrusting up into my sister once more and spewing more cum into her.

Lisa climbed off of him. She was looking at me hungrily. Gloria saw.

"Oh wow!" she cried, her pussy spasming once more. "She's going to do it! She'd going to fuck her own brother!"

"No," I said, pulling out of my cousin. "I'm going to fuck her."

"Is there a difference?" Gloria asked.

"Yes," Lisa moaned in reply. "Brian likes to be in control. I mean, really in control."

"And you let him?" Bobby asked.

"Sure," Lisa laughed. "I love how it feels! Besides, when he's like this he doesn't really give me a choice."

"What does he do?" Gloria asked.

"Nothing too crazy," my sister replied as I pushed her down on her stomach.

I ignored them and thrust my cock deep inside of Lisa. This was the first time I'd ever fucked a girl after someone else. I didn't dwell on it. Lisa was a hot blond and fucking her felt amazing. The fact that she was my sister only added to my excitement.

"Holy shit!" Bobby cried. "He's really doing it. He's fucking his sister!"

"It looks so hot!" Gloria moaned. She reached for Bobby's cock and began stroking it.

"Oh yes!" Lisa cried. "Ride me Brian. Make me yours once more!"

"You'll always be mine!" I growled, grabbing her wrists like reins and pulling back. Her shoulders and chest lifted off of the bed. Lisa moaned loudly as I drove my cock deep over and over again.

"It feels so good!" Lisa cried, obviously liking an audience.

"Gloria, kiss her!" I demanded.

My cousin looked at me. She wasn't used to my commanding tone. I'd been careful not to go too crazy with her when we were alone, but I was beyond caring at the moment.

"Do it!" I snapped.

"Please!" Lisa cried. Gloria shifted to the other side of the bed and started kissing my sister. These were deep kissing that both of them clearly liked.

"Bobby," I said, turning to him. "Today you learned that Gloria is a slut. I bet she'd love for you to take a little more control."

"I'm not so sure," my cousin protested, but Bobby didn't really give her a chance to do or say anything more. He got behind her and pushed in. He also grabbed her hands and pulled back. Gloria gasped out as she ended up in the same position as Lisa. They stopped kissing because both Bobby and I were thrusting in and out of them violently, but the were facing each other, watching each other.

Lisa started to cum. I dropped her arms as I thrust deep into her. I took her hair in one hand and moved it aside. My sister knew what I was going to do.

"Yes!" she cried as her orgasm peaked. "Mark me! Make me yours again!"

I rammed my cock as deep as it would go in her and sucked on her neck, making the mark there darken significantly. She continued to cum through it all.

"You're mine!" I growled as I pulled back and looked down at the mark.

"Yes!" my sister cried, as her orgasm finally ended. I started moving in and out of her again. I was still in need and Lisa wouldn't leave me that way.

"Wow!" Gloria cried, as her orgasm neared. "That was something else!"

"Bobby, do you hear her?" I asked. "Do you hear how she sounds? Gloria wants you to mark her. She wants you to claim her for yourself."

"Tell him, Gloria!" Lisa demanded, squeezing down on my cock and causing me to groan. "Tell Bobby what you want."

"I want to be his and only his forever!" my cousin cried. 

Bobby met my eyes briefly before looking down at Gloria. Lisa pulled our cousin's red hair to the side. It wasn't easy as I continued to fuck my sister, but she found a way.

Bobby fell forward and whispered hungrily into her ear, "You are mine! Now and forever." He thrust deep as his lips found the back of Gloria's neck. 

Their words and the sight of Bobby marking Gloria really got to me. Lisa was soaked once again and I could feel her excitement building. I was close to losing it, but I held on. 

I could see my cousin's eyes grow big as she felt him mark her. Gloria froze for a moment and then lost control and started cumming. Her body shivered and shook as her orgasm took her, but Bobby held her steady as he finished marking what was his. As soon as he was done he lifted himself and took hold of her hips. He slammed into her hard and the sound of his hips meeting her ass echoed through the room. It only took a few strokes like that before he lost control.

"Mine!" he growled. 

"Yes!" Gloria cried and rolled into a second orgasm.

"And you're mine Lisa!" I grunted, letting go and filling my sister's pussy with my cum.

"Always!" Lisa cried as she came again. Her words surprised me, but if anything they made my orgasm even stronger.

We were a mass of gasping and panting bodies moments later as all four of us fought to recover from our orgasms. It took a while.

"Did that really just happen?" Gloria asked when she was able to speak again.

"It does seem like I just had one of the most erotic dreams on my life," Lisa smiled.

"It was no dream," I grinned. "And I can prove it to you if you give me a few minutes to recover."

"Still insatiable little brother?" Lisa laughed.

"Do you blame him?" Bobby put in. "You ladies are enough to make a priest reevaluate his vow of celibacy."

"And you two are definitely no priests!" Gloria laughed. We all joined her before falling silent again.

"Now what?" Bobby asked as he sat up. "Are we done?"

"Only if you want to be," I said, sitting up and stretching. "Ladies?"

"I don't want to be done," Lisa said calmly. 

"Gloria?" I asked.

"Well," she smiled slowly. "Maybe this is a dream and after we wake up it will all disappear, so I'm up for some more fun before that."

"It's not a dream," Bobby said, kissing her. "I marked you as mine and you are, now and forever, but if Brian is willing to share Lisa with me, then I'm willing to share you with him."

"He's willing," Lisa said, eyeing Bobby hungrily. I laughed and pulled her into a lustful kiss. She fought at first, but her passion quickly took over. She was panting when I finally pulled back. She groaned and added, "Or maybe not." 

"Oh, I'm willing to share," I smiled. "I just wanted you to know that it was my choice."

"Controlling jerk!" Lisa snapped, but she smiled afterward.

"Wow!" Gloria said, shaking her head. "The sight of you two kissing is so wrong, but it gets to me."

"It's crazy, I know," Lisa said, shaking her head.

"Why don't we all go take a shower?" I asked, changing the subject. "The one in the basement is a walk in. We might all fit."

"Sounds like fun," Bobby smiled and stood. 

"We certainly could use one," Gloria put in, joining him. "I'm all sweaty."

"That's not all sweat," Lisa grinned, causing my cousin to blush. My sister and I stood as well.

"That's terrible!" Gloria cried.

"I think it's hot," Bobby interjected. "In fact the sight of you standing there is turning me on."

"We can tell," Lisa grinned, looking down at his semi hard cock.

"I'm sure it's not just me making him that way," Gloria laughed.

"And it's not just Lisa making me this way," I put in. Gloria looked between my legs and saw my cock starting to harden.

"We're not going to make it downstairs to the shower, are we?" Lisa asked.

"Not anytime soon," I grinned, pulling her to me and kissing my sister. I could hear Bobby and Gloria doing the same.

"I want to see Gloria and Lisa kiss again," Bobby said after a few moments.

"Sounds good to me," I smiled.

Lisa and Gloria turned toward each other and smiled. I couldn't see my sister's expression because I was standing behind her, but Gloria's made my cock harden considerably. They came together almost naturally and started kissing.

"Man!" Bobby groaned. "The way their bodies are rubbing together is driving me crazy!" 

He was standing a little to the side. I joined him for a moment, but it was too much. I got behind my sister and started kissing her neck as she and my cousin continued. Bobby followed suit on the other side. His head was on one side of the ladies and mine was on the other.

I reached my hand down between Lisa's legs. My sister moaned and spread them slightly. I slipped my middle two fingers inside of her.

"That feels so good!" my sister gasped as she took a momentary break from kissing Gloria to catch her breath.

"What's he doing?" Gloria asked.

"His fingers..." Lisa moaned, but then started kissing our cousin before finishing. It was pretty obvious anyway. Bobby took the hint and reached around Gloria. Our arms were against each other as we worked to drive Lisa and Gloria crazy.




Mom's Bed Ch. 04



My cock was rock hard by this time and rubbing up and down my sister's ass. Lisa obviously loved the feel of it. She flexed her ass and moaned every so often. My sister confused me when she suddenly lifted on her tiptoes, but I understood a moment later when my cock to slip between her legs. I knew what she wanted, but it wasn't easy in this position. Of course, that wasn't going to stop me from trying. Hell, I doubted I could have stopped from making the effort if I wanted to! My cock was between Lisa's legs and that close to Heaven, it almost had a mind if its own.

"Oh yes!" she cried when I pushed into her pussy. I didn't get very far at this angle, but it was far enough to cause us both to moan.

I wanted her to lean over further to give me better access, but I also loved the sight of her and Gloria kissing and rubbing their breasts together. I wasn't even sure Lisa was aware of the second, but I certainly was!

I stroked as far in as I could reach and then pulled out. It felt great, but the more I did it, the more frustrated I became. I wanted to sink my cock deep into my sister and doing it like this felt like I was being teased. I didn't like to be teased! Not like this.

I was just about to insist she separate from Gloria when I got a wicked idea. I remembered that first time with mom when my cock accidentally bumped against the entrance to her ass. It was the only time I took a woman's ass and I can't say it wasn't enjoyable. The truth was that I liked it, but for some reason never tried it again. I think at first it was because Lisa joined us. After that, I think subconsciously I accepted that it wasn't part of what we were doing.

'Maybe that was a mistake,' I thought. 'Maybe Lisa would like it just as much as mom.'

I continued to stroke as much of my cock as I could in and out of Lisa, but now I pulled back slightly and rested my hand on her ass. A lot would depend on how she reacted to what I did next. I slipped my thumb between her ass cheeks and slowly rubbed the entrance to her ass. 

"Cut that out!" Lisa cried in surprise.

"Have we forgotten who's in charge again?" I asked rhetorically, refusing to stop what I was doing. 

"But it's so nasty," Lisa said, biting her bottom lip. 

"Yes, but you generally like nasty," I grinned. My sister smiled at that, but I still wasn't sure she was going to let me continue. 

I was in charge. We both knew that. However, we both also knew that if she really didn't want me to do what I was doing, I'd stop. 

"What's he doing?" Gloria asked. My sister turned back to her cousin. I pushed a little harder with my thumb, but didn't make any effort to enter her ass. I heard the slight gasp from Lisa and smiled.

"Nothing!" my sister cried and went back to kissing Gloria. 

I continued to work my thumb around the entrance to her ass until it was obvious that she was ready for more. Lisa gasped again when I finally pushed my thumb inside. I was still stroking in and out of her pussy with the first couple of inches of my cock and the combination was driving her crazy. 

My sister knew what was coming next. I pulled my cock from her pussy and pressed the head at the entrance to her ass. I hesitated, wanting to make sure she was ready. I needn't have bothered.

"Yes!" Lisa cried. "Do it!"

That was all I needed to hear. I pushed the head of my cock into my sister's ass. She moaned loudly and tightened momentarily, but then forced herself to relax. She also began pushing back to meet my cock. It took quite some time to work my full length into her ass, but we both enjoyed the effort immensely. 

"What's he doing?" Gloria asked, knowing something was going on.

"Fucking me!" Lisa grunted and then went back to kissing our redheaded cousin.

"How?" Bobby asked in fustration. 'This angle sucks!" Lisa stopped kissing Gloria and pulled Bobby's lips to hers. That left Gloria looking at me over Lisa's shoulder. 

I was all the way in my sister's ass now. I began riding it. I noticed Gloira looking down and frowning. She could see my sister's ass, but not quite what I was doing.

"Are you..." she began to ask. I stopped her by leaning forward and roughly kissing her lips.

I thought my cousin had forgotten her question, but she it wasn't long before I realized that she simple found her answer another way. She reached between herself and Lisa and found that my sister's pussy was vacant. I felt her hand rubbed against my cock briefly to verify what she found.

Gloria pulled back from our kiss and looked at me with big eyes. I wasn't sure how she was going to react. I didn't need to worry. She eyes flashed with desire as she attacked my lips. That must not have been the only thing she attacked.

"Don't!" Lisa cried.

"You have your brother's cock buried in your ass and you're worried about me playing with pussy?" Gloria asked in disbelief. "Get over it!" I could hear her fingers working Lisa's pussy hard.

"He's fucking her ass?" Bobby cried in surprise. "That's gross!"

"If you say so," I grunted. "But Lisa seems to like it. I know I do!"

"Do you like it Lisa?" Gloria asked. "Do you like the feel of your brother's big cock deep inside your ass?"

"It hurts so good!" my sister cried.

"And how about Gloria's hand?" I asked. "I bet she's working your clit like crazy right now!"

"She is! She is!" my sister moaned. "I'm so close!"

"Make her cum Gloria," I said to my cousin.

"My pleasure," she replied. I'm not sure what she did, but Lisa suddenly lost it and became dead weight between us. I held her up and held my cock steady in her ass until she was done.

"Wow!" Gloria said, shaking her head. "That looked like some orgasm."

"It was!" Lisa moaned. "I'm completely spent."

"Let me get her to bed," I said. I was still hard and in need, but I loved my sister and she was obviously done for the night. I pulled out of her ass and lifted her into my arms. I smiled as I watched Bobby all but drag Gloria to the bed. "You two have fun."

I put Lisa in her own bed. I tucked her in and gave her a kiss before slipping out of her room. She was already asleep. 

I needed another shower and went to mom's room to take it because I could still hear Gloria and Bobby going at it from the one in the hall. I wanted to give them their space, but I doubted I could stop myself from joining them if I had to hear what was going on. 

I realized that we'd never made it to the shower in the basement, but that was okay. I'd learned today that not only was I an incestuous bastard, but I also had a thing for asses. I'm sure we'd find a use for the big shower in the basement one day. 

I decided to sleep in mom's bed. It was closest and I wouldn't be able to hear Bobby and Gloria. I thought about taking care of myself, but now that I had calmed down I decided that I didn't need to. It's not like I hadn't cum enough tonight. I fell asleep easily enough. Besides, there was always tomorrow morning. I'm sure Lisa would be in the mood. We were brother and sister after all.

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"Brian?" I heard, but it still took me a few seconds to focus enough to recognize the voice. I rubbed my eyes and opened them slowly.

"Gloria, you're still here?" I asked in reply. I looked at the clock. It was almost eleven and she needed to get home. 

"I need you to do me a favor," she replied.

"What?" I frowned, sitting up. I noticed that my cousin's hair was damp. She must have used the shower before coming and finding me.

"I want you to help me convince my father to extend my curfew another hour," she said.

"Uncle James?" I asked, fighting to wake up more fully now. Her words should have done it, but I was pretty wiped and only succeeding marginally. "Are you crazy?"

"Come on Brian, he likes you," she said sweetly. "Do this for me, please?"

"You and Bobby have to be getting tired by now," I joked.

"He passed out," she replied. "Like Lisa."

"Then why do you want to stay?" I frowned.

"I just do," she shrugged. "So will you help?" I was too tired to argue with my cousin, but on the other hand, I wasn't a miracle worker.

"It's impossible," I sighed. "You know your father."

"Like I said, he likes you," Gloria said. "You can convince him."

"And how do you want me to do that?" I asked in frustration.

"I don't know," she replied, and suddenly Gloria was resting her hand on my cock through the blankets. "But if you do, I'll make it worthwhile for you."

My cousin was looking at me with a smile that was so seductive I actually caught myself swallowing in anticipation. It suddenly dawned on me that Gloria wanted to get her father to let her stay out later to have some fun with me. The realization caused me to finally wake up. 

"Let's call," I said. "The worse he can say in no."

Gloria smiled and started dialing. I watched and shook my head. My cousin really was beautiful. I leaned forward and kissed her while the phone rang. She returned my kiss until her father answered the phone. Gloria broke our kiss and pushed my head down. I took advantage of her reaction and kissed her breasts.

"Hello daddy," my cousin was saying. "Yes, I'm still at Lisa and Brian's. We're having a good time."

I started working my way back toward her mouth, but Gloria stopped me with one hand and directed my head back toward her breasts. I grinned and took one of her torpedo shaped tits into my mouth. She tried to push me away, but I resisted.

"Stop that!" Gloria cried, letting go of my head and covering the receiver. That left me free to roam and I took as much of her breast into my mouth as would go. My cousin moaned softly before being distracted by her father on the phone. "No, I'm fine. Brian is just being a jerk as usual."

I stayed there while they talked for a few moments and fully enjoyed the taste of my cousin's breasts. I almost forgot she was on the phone with uncle James until she finally got around to asking him if she could stay late. I pulled back from her breasts. I'd need to be able to speak soon and if I continued what I was doing, I doubt I could think much less talk when the time came.

"I probably won't be home for another hour," she said, and then added belatedly, "If that's alright with you?" 

I couldn't hear his response, but Gloria's expression said it all. I grinned. They talked for a few more minutes before my cousin handed over the phone to me.

"Hello uncle James," I said.

"Brian, is my girl being good?" he asked. Yes, that's the type of man my uncle was. He actually asked the question.

"Gloria?" I asked. "Of course. She's the best." My cousin smiled and shook her head, knowing full well what I meant. 

"I don't know about that," she whispered, taking hold of my cock again. "But I do what I can." I groaned a moment later when her lips touched my cock. Gloria had a very talented mouth.

"What uncle James?" I asked. I was too distracted by my cousin to follow what he was saying for a moment. 

"I said are you okay?" he repeated.

"Fine," I answered, and then quickly changed the subject. "So, can Gloria stay for another hour or so?"

"Is Bobby there?" he asked.

"Yes, but he fell asleep," I answered honestly. "So did Lisa. Gloria and I wanted to play a game, but we wanted to make sure it was okay with you."

"Oh, you'll love the game I have in mind!" Gloria grinned before going back to my cock. I took her mass of red hair in one hand and directed her mouth on my cock.

"You two aren't going to play Risk again?" he asked, causing me to smile despite what his daughter was doing to me at the moment. Risk was a game we used to play as kids. It took hours and hours to play.

"Maybe," I replied.

"You two," uncle James sighed. "She can stay for a while longer. Just make sure she's home by one thirty."

"Thanks uncle James," I said, handing the phone back to Gloria. She pulled off of my cock reluctantly. My cousin was smiling with excitement.

"Yes daddy," she said, shaking her head. I grinned, but then shifted on the bed. I spread Gloria's legs and leaned forward. Her pussy smelled freshly washed, but the hair there was almost dry. I gently touched her with my tongue as I looked up at my cousin. She covered the cell phone's receiver and moaned, "Can't you wait?"

"Not really," I smiled and started licking Gloria's pink lips.

I thought her father was never going to let her go, but that didn't stop me from trying to drive her crazy. It was working too, because her pussy was soaked after a few seconds and she had her hand over the receiver almost constantly.

"Thank you daddy," she said, fighting hard to keep control of her voice. "I'll see you later." She snapped her cell phone closed.

"You jerk!" she cried, but she also let out a loud moan.

"I bet this isn't the game he thought we'd be playing," I laughed.

"And let's hope he never finds out," she said. "Or he'll have a heart attack! Now stop talking and keep doing what you were doing. Please!"

I went back to licking my cousin's pussy. She tasted amazing and obviously appreciated the effort I was putting in. It took a while for her orgasm to build, but when it hit she thrashed on the bed for quite a while.

"Thanks," she sighed afterward. "Now come up here and kiss me."

"Hmm," I said. "I'm not sure I like your tone."

"What are you going to do about it?" she asked, also smiling.

"I have a few idea," I grinned. I'm not sure where the idea came from, but I added, "For example, I could spank you."

"Please!" she snorted. "Not even my father does that anymore."

"I'm not your father," I said pointedly. Gloria eyes flashed. It was pretty obvious that the thought interested her, but she wasn't going to say that.

"Thank God!" she laughed. "Cause even I'm not that perverted." A memory what mom and I had done this morning popped into my head, but I pushed it back. Gloria didn't need to know all my branch of the family's secrets, at least not yet.

"Is that what you want?" I asked. "A spanking?"

"Of course not," Gloria said a little too quickly. "Now get up here and kiss me already!"

"I've never spanked anyone before," I said thoughtfully. "But I think you'd really like it, wouldn't you?"

"No way!" my cousin cried, but her eyes told me she was lying. 

"Please!" I snorted. "Don't think I didn't notice how hot you became when I took Lisa's ass before. Did you convince Bobby to try it?"

"No," she replied. "He really does think it's gross."

"That's a shame. I'd love a chance at your ass." I saw my cousin's eye flash in interest.

"I'm Bobby's, not yours," she said, looking at me in anticipation. 

"I'm not arguing that. You two belong together," I said slowly. "However, he doesn't want your ass and I do."

"True," Gloria said, biting her bottom lip slightly. It wasn't a spanking my cousin wanted, or at least not just a spanking. She wanted me to take her ass. Bobby wouldn't and it clearly interested her.

"You know, Bobby is an awfully nice guy," I smiled. "I'm sure he wouldn't mind me taking care of your ass if you were willing to give it to me." 

"Give it?" my cousin asked. "I couldn't do that."

"I could take it," I said thoughtfully, watching her reaction. The slight smile she gave me said it all, but her next words made her desire crystal clear.

"It's not like I could stop you." 

"True," I grinned, kissing her once and making my way back down to her pussy. 

I loved the sight of the red hair there as I delved deep. The more excited I made her, the wetter it got and the darker it became. I let my tongue drift lower and Gloria gasped when my tongue touched the entrance to her ass.

"Yes!" she cried.

"That doesn't sound like someone who doesn't want to give her ass to me," I said, pushing two fingers in.

"I'm not!" she cried. "You're taking it!"

"It feels good, doesn't it?" I asked as few moments late as I moved my fingers in and out.

"Yes! Take it!" my cousin cried. "Take it please! Take my ass!"

"I don't know if I should," I teased. "After all, Bobby did mark you as his."

"He doesn't want my ass!" Gloria cried. "You do."

"So then, it's mine?" I asked. Despite her need, I felt Gloria hesitate. I didn't blame her. I was over the line. The only problem was that I didn't care. I wanted my cousin to give her ass to me completely. To make just that point I pulled my fingers free of her.

"No! Please don't stop!" she cried.

"I don't want to take what's not mine," I said with a shrug. "Sorry."

"You bastard!" she cried, but then as I shifted to get off the bed she added, "Wait!"

"Yes?" I asked knowingly, rubbing the entrance to her ass with my thumb briefly. She gasped.

"Okay, you win!" she moaned. "My ass is all yours. Just please go back to what you were doing!"

"Roll over," I demanded. 

Gloria rolled onto her stomach and lifted herself onto her knees without another word. Her ass was in the air and it literally made my mouth water. It was round and pale and I wanted it very badly. I slapped Gloria's ass once.

"Ouch!" she cried, but her ass remained high in the end. I slapped it again. She moaned. I did it a few more times and she seemed to really enjoy it, but I could only take so much. I leaned forward and started kissing her pussy again. That didn't last long. I drove my tongue into her backside moments later.

"Yes!" Gloria cried, and I realized that although mom and Lisa didn't mind anal sex, they didn't love it. My cousin obviously did.

My fingers eventually replaced my tongue once more, but that didn't stop me from kissing her. I left a trail of them over her ass and hips.

"Oh Brian!" Gloria cried. "I'm ready. Please let me feel you deep inside of me!" I smiled. My cousin was learning how to talk to me.

I pulled my fingers free and started kissing between her cheeks once more. I don't think I really planned it, but suddenly I was sucking right next to the entrance to her ass.

"Yes!" Gloria cried. "Mark my ass! Make it yours!"

I continued until there could be no doubt what the mark was, not that anyone but me would probably ever see it. Bobby didn't like asses. I did. The point wasn't seeing it anyway. It was knowing it was there. Both Gloria and I would know that as least this one part of her was mine. 

I moved my cousin onto her side and lifted the top leg. I straddle the bottom one and lined my cock up with her ass. Gloria was watching me with lust filled eyes as I slowly pushed my cock into her ass.

"Help yourself like you helped Lisa before," I demanded. 

My cousin frowned, but then nodded in understanding. I watched her play with her own pussy while I rammed my cock in and out of her ass. The sight was too much for me.

"I'm going to cum soon!" I gasped. "Finish yourself."

Gloria was close to being done herself, but at my words she pushed two fingers into her pussy and started slapping her hand down on her clit. With every slap, her fingers went deep. I took a moment to slap the cheek of her ass that was easily accessible.

"I'm cumming!" she cried.

"Me too!" I grunted as I let loose in her ass. I came a very long time. So did my cousin.

I'm not sure how long we lay like that. Gloria was the first to move. She obviously didn't want to get out of bed, but it was getting late.

"I have to go," she said moving slowly.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"I ache," she said, but then smiled and added, "But in a good way."

"Let's go get Bobby moving," I laughed, standing as well. We kissed briefly before moving toward the door.

We made our way out of mom's room. As soon as we entered the hall I laughed. 

"Sounds like Bobby and Lisa weren't as passed out as we thought," I grinned.

"That slut!" Gloria laughed.

"Look who's talking," I said, slapping her ass and joining her in laughter.

"Hey!" she squeaked. "You had your chance. There no time now."

"Another day," I promised. "I'll have to give you the full spanking that you deserve."




Mom's Bed Ch. 04



"I can't wait," she said, her eyes flashing.

"Think it will be soon?"

"Sure," she said confidently, nodding toward the guest room. "Just listen to them. Bobby won't pass up another chance as Lisa."

"Good," I said. "Because there's a part of you that's mine and I'll want it again before too long."

Gloria grinned and wiggled her ass before running down the hall with a laugh. I laughed and chased her.



Mom's Bed Ch. 05



Author's note: This chapter contains incest, lesbianism, dominance and light spanking. Like most of my stories, this one seems to be taking off in a direction of its own. It's not one of my more 'traditional' stories and I don't foresee it going back in that direction anytime soon. Hopefully, you'll still enjoy it. If not, feel free to check out some of my other work or the writings of some of the talented authors on this site.

Regards,

JD

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"Mom's plane is late," Lisa sighed as she came back from the airline counter. "They had some sort of mechanical difficulty, but everything is supposed to be alright now. She's landing in half an hour."

"Oh she's going to love that. Mom's not all that happy about planes as it is." Mom refused to admit she was afraid of flying, but it did make her anxious. This wasn't going to help and now with the new job she'd be traveling more. Neither my sister nor I were surprised that mom got the job. She was very good at what she did.

"Hopefully she's still flying high from her good news," Lisa offered. 

"Flying high? Really?"

"Oh shut up!"My sister shook her head and didn't quite roll her eyes. I could see her eyes smiling though she refused to let it spread across her face. Lisa was in a good mood. Me too. It had been an amazing weekend. 

Our little unplanned get together with Gloria and Bobby on Friday night had started the weekend off right. That was followed by one crazy passion filled Saturday. Lisa and I woke up, dirtied mom's bed, went out to brunch, came home and dirtied t again. Later we went to a movie, came home and, well you guessed it, made mom's bed a shambles again. We were so spent that on Sunday we did nothing but sleep in and relax until it was time to come to the airport. Oh, we also did some laundry. Mom only had so many sets of sheets for her bed. 

The only thing that could have made this weekend better was if mom were there. We missed her and were happy she was almost back from her trip. I think we both had plans to dirty mom's bed again tonight, but we hadn't talked about it. In either case, I knew I did. I missed mom's submissiveness. Oh, Lisa was loads of fun and she was starting to enjoy my domineering side more and more, but mom's pseudo-reluctance was still a big turn on. 

The whole thing was weird really. The more time that went by, the more I liked the way things were turning out. I was learning just how perverted I was and enjoying every moment of it. Oddly enough, the incest part was the easier to accept. Mom, Lisa and Gloria were all attractive women. It was what I was learning about myself and my desire to dominate that was tougher. 

Lisa and I waited as patiently as we could for the plane to land. It was difficult. In part because we both really missed mom, but also I think we were both a little concerned despite the person at the counter saying the plane was fine. I sighed in relief when the passengers from her plane started entering the baggage area. Lisa smiled as well.

Mom came down the escalator, saw us and smiled widely. At least that's what I thought until I saw her continue to smile widely and weave slightly. It didn't take long to see that she was obviously drunk.

"Oh boy," I grinned. "Mom must have had a few drinks to deal with the mechanical difficulties on the plane. I'm glad we took your car." 

"Very funny little brother," Lisa sighed. "Let's go get her before she falls over."

"There you two are!" mom cried as she all but fell into my arms for a hug. It felt good despite her state. "I got the job!"

"We know," I laughed. "You called and told us."

"Did I?" she asked with a momentary frown before grinning again. "Oh yeah!"

"Oh brother," my sister said, shaking her head.

"Lisa! I missed you too!" It was my sister's turn for a hug. She looked over mom's head at me and rolled her eyes, but she returned the hug. Seeing them like that, I couldn't help it. I laughed. So did Lisa after a moment. Mom joined us, but I doubt she knew why we were laughing.

"So, tough flight?" I asked as we gather her luggage from the carousel. Lisa stood next to mom and made sure she was steady. 

"Not really," mom said. "Oh, there was an issue with one of the engines, but the pilot was sure to let us know that the plane could continue to stay in the air with only three if necessary. The attendants also started giving out free drinks. That helped." 

"I'm sure," Lisa said. Her tone was sarcastic, but mom was oblivious.

"So, did you two have fun this weekend without me?" Mom's question was simple enough, but we'd had a long conversation on how to answer it before we left the house. 

"We missed you," I said. 

"Gloria and Bobby came by Friday night, but they didn't sleep over," my sister put in. We'd discussed what to tell mom about our cousin and her boyfriend. We didn't like keeping secrets from mom, but we decided to hold off telling her for at least a little while. We were both afraid how she would react.

"Another booty call," mom said, shaking her head. "My poor brother James. If he ever realizes what his daughter is doing at my house..."

"So, tell us what happened. We know you got the job, but we need details." Lisa's question was clearly to distract mom from Gloria and Bobby, but that didn't mean we both weren't curious about her weekend.

The drive home was entertaining. Mom was always a good story teller, but what surprised me was that her stories became a whole lot funnier when she told them drunk. All three of us laughed most of the trip home. 

"Let's get mom to bed," Lisa said as we walked into the house. I looked at her and nodded. I'd planned on taking mom to bed not long after getting her home, but not like this. Plans change. I was disappointed, but there was always tomorrow.

"Think we should try and get some food into her?" I asked.

"I'm not hungry," mom said, still bleary eyed. "They fed us on the plane." I frowned. Plane food generally was terrible, but mom must have eaten it to help deal with her nerves. 

"Bed it is," I said, leading her up the stairs. I was behind her and I only had to catch her once.

"Thanks," she smiled over her shoulder at me as I held her steady.

"You're welcome," I said, shaking my head and prodding her the rest of the way. Lisa was ahead of us and she had mom's sheets turned down by the time we entered the bedroom. Lisa stripped off mom's clothes while I continued to steady her. 

"Oh, so you two want to play?" mom grinned.

"Not tonight mom," Lisa said. "You're too drunk."

"I'm not that bad!" she cried, and then turned toward me and gave me a kiss. Now don't get me wrong. I loved the feel of my mother's naked body in my arms and her lips against mine, but she was way too drunk to make this worthwhile. Well, either that or Lisa and I were too sober. I guess it was the same difference in the end. We laid mom down in her bed and covered her. She didn't really fight us. In fact, she was half out of it by the time her head hit the pillow.

"I think one of us should spend the night with her," Lisa said. "She's really drunk."

"And obviously a little horny," I laughed. "Maybe you should do it. I probably won't be able to help myself if I lay in bed with her and she comes on to me."

"Men!" my sister said, rolling her eyes.

"I'll see you in the morning," I grinned, giving my sister a very un-sisterly kiss before leaving.

It was still reasonably early. I wasn't tired after sleeping away half the day and my classes on Mondays were later in the day. I put on the television and settled in, trying to find a good movie. Some nights there were three or four good ones on, but not tonight. I sighed to myself and settled for a decent show I'd seen a dozen times. This was not my idea of a good night. It certainly wasn't what Lisa and I planned. I was relieved when the house phone rang twenty minutes later. It was my cousin Francis.

"What's up?" I asked.

"Hey, Rhonda and I are at her sister Megan's place. We've been telling her about you. Feel like dropping by for a visit?"

Now that was an interesting thought. I was horny despite Friday and Saturday, but would it be fair to mom and Lisa? Francis continued when I didn't respond immediately.

"Come on Cus! You won't regret it. The way Megan talking, tonight's a sure thing for you and I know it's been a while." Okay, the 'been a while' was so not true, but it was beside the point. I was horny and I had a good chance of getting laid if I went over. If Megan was anything like her sister Rhonda it would be one hell of a good time. I was a guy and that sounded great, but then again, there was Lisa stuck in Mom's bedroom.

"I can't," I sighed. "Mom's not feeling well and Lisa is taking care of her. I'd feel like a heel if I left them."

"Are you sure?" my cousin asked, sounding disappointed. "Maybe if we're really lucky, we'll get to do what we talked about." 

I smiled to myself. I knew exactly what he was talking about. Rhonda must be with him since he didn't come right out and say it. She proved it a moment later by yelling loud enough for me to hear, "Come on! It will be fun."

I didn't know what Megan looked like or if we'd get along, but I did remember Rhonda. She was hot and I definitely wanted her. I'd been having far too many daydreams about her considering how often I'd been getting laid and the fact that she was my cousin's girlfriend. I tried not to dwell on it overly much. 

"Now that sounds interesting," I said, but then added. "And it's almost killing me to say no, but..."

"Oh go ahead," I heard my sister say. She was on the line in my mother's room. She'd obviously been listening in. I was annoyed at her eavesdropping. It was a bad habit she'd developed over the years. She did it mostly to tease me. I would have said something, but just this once it seemed to be working out better for me. She was pushing me to go. "I can deal with mom. You go and have fun."

"Are you sure?" I asked, still feeling guilty.

"Of course," she said. "But you'll owe me one little brother and you know I always collect."

"Any time," I said, having an idea of what she had in mind. "And thanks Sis."

"You're welcome," she said. "Just make sure you don't wake mom or me up when you get home. That is, if you come home tonight."

"I wouldn't count on it!" I heard Rhonda laughing in the background.

"Hmm," my sister said thoughtfully. "Make that a big one you owe me." She hung up before I could reply.

"Francis, give me the address," I said into the receiver. Twenty minutes later I was pulling in front of Megan's apartment building. 

"You must be Brian." The girl who opened the door was just as hot as I hoped. She was shaped very similarly to her sister, but she had larger breasts. The sundress she was wearing showed off her assets admirably. I was certain she'd be fun in bed. Hell, her eyes clearly promised exactly that. 

"And you must be Megan," I replied with a smile. She was rather blatant in looking me over. I guess I passed muster because she sort of smiled before she replied.

"Here," she said, handing me a drink. "We're well on our way. You need to catch up."

It was her tone that gave me the first inkling that this might not go as well as I hoped. She wasn't so much suggesting that I drink as demanding it. Clearly, she was the controlling sort. So was I. I wondered how this was going to work out. She led me into her place.

"Brian!" Francis cried when he saw me. My cousin was feeling no pain at the moment. I wouldn't call him drunk quite yet, but he was getting there.

"Hey Francis," I said and then turned to Rhonda and added, "How's it going?" she looked just as amazing as I remembered. Rhonda wasn't really beautiful, but there was something about her that really got to me. It was in the eyes.

"Good," she smiled, coming over and giving me a hug. It was a very pleasant embrace that lasted longer than a typical hello between friends. "It's good to see you again." Rhonda's expression was just as sexy as Megan's, but there was no demand in Rhonda's tone, only promise. I shook my head and smiled slowly, forgetting my concerns about Megan for the moment. That only lasted until I noticed the way she was frowning as she watched us. 

I had the feeling that Megan had a real issue with being the center of attention. I stepped back with some difficulty. I did it in part because I didn't want to cause trouble between the sisters, but mostly because Rhonda's boyfriend, my cousin, was standing not two feet away from us. 

"Let's get comfortable," Megan said, leading us into the living room.

"What's up with your mom?" Francis asked as we settled on the couches there. Rhonda's sister sat very close to me.

"Nothing bad really," I grinned. "She's drunk as hell, but home safely in bed." 

"Aunt Deb is drunk?" he asked in surprise. I explained about the problems with her flight. Francis and Rhonda laughed. Megan wasn't really paying attention. Frankly, she was eyeing me hungrily. 

"How about we play a game?" she asked suddenly. 

"What do you have in mind?" I asked, turning toward her. Our faces were less than a foot away from each other. Our eyes locked. There was a whole dominance thing going on that I'd never felt with another girl. It was odd and not particularly enjoyable. 

I felt Francis and Rhonda watching us. I was tempted to look away and glance toward Rhonda. She was dressed in a short skirt and summer top. Even though her sister had bigger breasts, I found myself more drawn to Rhonda. Seeing her again let me realize just how much I wanted her. The last time we'd seen each other she'd given me the lightest of kisses before she left. I still remember the feel of her lips.

On the other hand, Megan was clearly a sure thing despite our contest of wills. She was hot and in need. She wasn't the type not to fulfill that need. That much was obvious.

"Be careful," Rhonda laughed nervously. "Most of my sister's games involve clothes coming off." I had a feeling that this staring contest might go on for a very long time and suddenly I wasn't interested in it. Megan could stare all she wanted. I knew myself and what I liked. Nothing she could do would change that.

"Then why bother wasting time with a game?" I asked, reaching out and pulling Megan's lips to mine. She returned my kiss after her initial surprise, but then it was my turn for a shock when she literally started ripping my shirt off.

"Megan!" Rhonda cried. I guess a part of me was excited by the challenge of Megan, but honestly I was more annoyed than anything else. First, it was one of my favorite shirts and second, this girl I barely met decided she had the right to ruin it. It was the last part that really got to me. 

"You're right, why bother," Megan said, smiling at me almost triumphantly as she ignored her sister. Her voice was filled with lust and an odd sort of anger. "I want you and I always get what I want!"

"Brian, I'm so sorry!" Rhonda cried, clearly embarrassed and perhaps a little mortified. "I told you my sister was a lot to handle."

"Not a problem," I smiled at her, but then I turned back to Megan, lost my smile and added, "I generally get my way too." I reached out and ripping Megan's sundress from her body. It was so unlike me despite my controlling nature, but it's not like Rhonda's sister left me any choice. The amazing thing is that she looked surprised when I did it.

"Oh shit!" Francis cried. "This is so crazy!"

"Wow!" Rhonda added. I ignored them both and concentrated on Megan. She was clearly pissed. I almost laughed when she tried to rip my jeans off. There was no way. I let her try for a few moments before I shook my head, pushed her away and pulled them off. My underwear went with them.

"Do you want your bra and panties to follow the fate of your dress or do you want to take them off?" I asked. This only seemed to irritate Megan more.

"I want you to take them off me and fold them neatly," she demanded, as if she actually expected me to listen.

"Not likely," I laughed, reaching out with both hands and ripping her panties from her. I looked at her bra pointedly and Megan quickly reached behind herself and undid the clasp. It was a small victory, but I had a feeling that with this girl that was the only type I'd get without a whole hell of a lot of effort. 

I took a long look at her body. Megan stood there defiantly. She wasn't really beautiful, but my God was she hot! She clearly knew it too and based on her expression was used to using it to get whatever she wanted. I don't think she ever faced a guy like me. I know I'd never met a girl like her before.

I reached for Megan almost without thought. She fought me with surprising strength. I kissed her roughly and she responded by biting my bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. It shocked me and I pulled back, letting her go. She smiled at me. Okay point to her, but she'd made a serious mistake. I was angry now.

"Brian..." Francis began in concern. My cousin was looking at my expression wearily. He knew me well enough to know what it meant. I glanced his way and cut off any further comments with a look. I wasn't one to get angry easily, but it was typically bad when I did. I was just about to turn back to Megan when I saw Rhonda watching me with big eyes. I frowned. For some reason I didn't want Rhonda to see what came next, so I reached for Megan and lifted her to my shoulder from the floor kicking and screaming. 

I carried her to her bedroom, kicked the door shut behind me and threw her on her bed. Megan bounced once before rolling onto all fours and facing me angrily. She looked like a leopard backed into a corner, ready to leap at my jugular when the opening came. Everything about her challenged me and I wanted to show her that I could make her mine if I wanted to. I almost needed to. It was both enticing and frightening at the same time. 

I'm not sure what would have happened next if I didn't take a moment to look into her eyes, but I had a fair guess. My anger dissipated suddenly once I did. I wouldn't say that there was madness in Megan's eyes. On the other hand, she wasn't quite right either. 

It suddenly hit me that this wasn't really a game. Megan wasn't enjoying this confrontation anymore than I was. We both truly liked to be dominant in a relationship. Oh, I was pretty sure that at a different time we could probably have found a way to enjoy each other's company, but this started off the wrong way and at this point it could only finish badly for at least one of us.

"This isn't what I expected," I said, my tone conversational despite the obvious tension. 

"Me neither," Megan replied, eyeing me wearily.

"We could continue and see what happens," I said, tilting my head slightly as I looked at her. "But I don't think either one of us is prepared for this type of encounter. Someone is likely to get hurt."

"There is that," Megan said, relaxing slightly and standing. I took one look at her body and shook my head.

"It's too bad really," I sighed. "You have quite a body."

"You too," she said, looking me up and down. "Maybe another time."

"You'd better hope not," I said seriously. "Because next time they'll be no stopping until you're mine."

"Or you're mine," she replied, but I noticed she didn't quite make eye contact. That was enough for me to leave it alone. 

"I'd better be going," I said, turning toward the door. Honestly, I was a bit frightened of just how angry I was moments before. I'd carried Megan into her bedroom fully prepared to take her against her will. That was not like me, nor did I want myself to become that person. Oh, I liked being in control, but this was way beyond that.

"What happened?" Rhonda asked in surprise as I exited the room and reached for my pants. 

"Nothing," I answered. "Thanks for inviting me over, but Megan and I are clearly not compatible."




Mom's Bed Ch. 05



"Are you crazy?" Francis cried. "You can't possibly be walking out on that! Megan's incredible!" I could hear the desire in his voice. He wasn't even attempting to hide it.

"Cousin, I'd stay away from her," I warned. "Unless you like being dominated. I don't think she's capable of having sex without being the one in control."

"Would that be such a bad thing?" he asked, surprising me. I always knew that Francis and I weren't really that much alike, but if he was asking that question then one of the big differences was obvious.

"Bad? I guess not," I shrugged. "But not particularly enjoyable for me."

"It would be for me," he said half to himself. 

"Then why don't you go ahead?" Rhonda asked. Francis had obviously forgotten that she was still in the room. "You seemed to really want to be with Megan and she could probably use some company."

"Oh wow! Rhonda, I'm sorry. That's not what I meant..." my cousin began, but she cut him off.

"Yes it is," she interjected with a smile. "But that's okay. I think both of us knew that we were just having fun while it lasted. If it's Megan you want, then go ahead. I won't hold you back."

"Are you sure?" my cousin asked. I shook my head, annoyed with Francis. I knew he was mostly drunk, but what he was doing sucked. Then again, I'd almost attacked Megan not so long ago. Who was I to talk?

"Go," Rhonda smiled. Francis smiled back tentatively before slipping into Megan's room. I saw Rhonda's smile turn sad and shook my head.

"Dumbass," I said as I tried to figure out if my shirt was salvageable. It didn't take long to realize there was no chance. 

"Pardon?" Rhonda asked.

"Not you," I laughed, but then grew serious and added, "Francis. I can't believe he just did that."

"He's not the first guy to prefer Megan," she replied with a shrug.

"If you say so," I shrugged. "But you're a lot prettier than your sister, and frankly much more likable."

"Thanks," she smiled. "You're very kind."

"I doubt you sister agrees," I frowned.

"What happened really bothers you, doesn't it?" Rhonda asked, watching me carefully. 

"On some levels," I admitted.

"Why?"

"We don't really know each other well enough for me to answer that," I smiled, trying to figure out what to do about a shirt. Okay, so what I was really doing was avoiding the subject. I didn't want to think about what almost happened, but is that so surprising considering?

"Do you think Megan has any men's shirts around?" I asked. "One that isn't as shredded as mine." Rhonda looked at me in silence for a moment. I thought she wasn't going to let me change the subject, but I was wrong.

"Wait here," Rhonda said and disappeared into Megan's bedroom. I could hear moaning coming from it when the door opened. I had no idea what Megan was doing to Francis, but he was clearly enjoying it. Thankfully, Rhonda was only in the room for a few moments before she came out holding up my cousin's shirt. "He won't need this tonight and you clearly do."

"Thanks. I'm surprised your sister didn't shred it as well," I joked badly. I was obviously pretty shaken by what almost happened. I took Francis's shirt from her hand. 

Rhonda's fingers brushed against mine briefly and I swear I felt a shock. Okay, it was something more than that. I totally forgot about Megan, Francis and everything else for a moment as I looked at Rhonda. Her expression was just as surprised as mine. Clearly she felt it too. 

"I'll see you later." At that moment, leaving was the last thing I wanted to do, but it was the smartest option. Rhonda seemed to understand exactly what I was thinking. She looked a little disappointed by my reaction, but she didn't try and stop me from going.

"Bye," she said. I left her sister's apartment as quickly as I could. I started my car and sat there for quite a while trying to get control of my thoughts and emotions. I was still there when Rhonda walked out of the building. She was halfway to her car when she saw me. Her eyebrows rose in surprise and she veered toward my car. I watched her make her way to the passenger side door. I unlocked it and she opened in.

"Going anyplace special?" I asked.

"Not really," she shrugged. "I'm not staying there while those two are at it. It won't be long before my sister comes out of her room looking for me."

"Looking for you?"

"Brian, remember the first time we met," she said, seemingly changing the subject.

"Yes," I smiled, remembering the party Lisa and I had thrown. Rhonda had been quiet at first, but she came out of her shell as the night wore on. I remember being jealous of Francis. That only became worse later when I walked in on them in my room. Rhonda was perfectly comfortable with her body and sex. There weren't a lot of people like that. She was obviously something special. I could admit it to myself now that she was no longer dating my cousin.

"Do you remember me flirting with you?" she asked.

"Sure," I replied. "It was just some harmless fun."

"Not really," Rhonda disagreed. "I was attracted to you the moment we met. Oh, at first I figured nothing would come of it, but I couldn't help myself."

"At first?" I asked.

"You need to understand," she said nervously. "I haven't had a normal life. Megan has always been a bit off and domineering. We did things that two sisters should never do." I could see how difficult it was for her to admit the truth to me. I had to be careful here.

"It happens," I said gently, causing her to relax slightly and smile.

"I don't know about that," she said, shaking her head. "But I do know that it happened with us. I also know it happened with you and someone in your family. I remember those nail marks on your back the morning after that party. That's when I thought that maybe something could happen between us."

"And you wanted that?" I asked, my heart beating faster.

"Why else do you think I pushed Francis to invite you tonight? I know how Megan is. Okay, I was hoping she'd be a little less, well Megan, but I did know better. I wanted to see you again."

"And you knew that Francis wanted your sister," I nodded. She shrugged.

"It was obvious from the first time they met. I also knew that she was interested in him if for no other reason than Francis was my boyfriend. I was hoping that they would end up together tonight and I'd get to be with you. Of course, I think that my sister guessed that. That's why she pretty much attacked you. She very controlling."

"Really?" I asked sarcastically, causing Rhonda to laugh. "I would never have guessed."

"Let's get out of here," Rhonda said. "Please?" 

I nodded and pulled away from the curb. We drove in silence for a while. I did take the time to reach out and take her hand in mine. It fit very nicely. Rhonda looked from our hands to my eyes and smiled slowly. I couldn't stop my own grin.

"There so much I want to know about you," she said suddenly. 

"Ask away," I smiled. "I'm an open book."

I drove around for an hour as we talked and exchanged questions and answers. It was surprisingly fun. We both answered the questions with blunt honesty. It seemed silly not to. We'd both admitted to incest. How many things were worse than that?

I'm not sure when I decided to take Rhonda home with me, but eventually we ended up parked in front of my house. Rhonda didn't notice where we were until I stopped. She looked up, saw the house and smiled.

"I can give you a ride home if you'd like?" I offered.

"No, this is where I want to be," she said. I leaned over and kissed her as if it were the most natural thing in the world, and really, wasn't it? 

Kissing Rhonda was different than kissing any other woman in my life. Rhonda was...well, I wasn't sure what she was yet, but I was starting to get an inkling.

"Let's go inside," I smiled, pulling back. "Just be quiet."

"Really, you want me to sneak into your house?" she laughed. "Are we going to make out on your couch? How cute!"

"We're going to do a lot more than that," I said pointedly. Her laughter died down and her smile grew sexy. "I just don't want to bother mom or Lisa. They're probably asleep by now."

"You know," Rhonda said. "You never did tell me who left those marks on your back."

"Come inside and we'll talk."

"I have the feeling that if I do, talk will be the farthest thing from our minds."

"True," I laughed as I got out of my car. Rhonda followed. I took her hand and led her into the house. She giggled almost uncontrollably as we snuck up the stairs and into my room. I sighed loudly and asked, "Are you having fun?"

"I'm sorry Brian, but you have to understand, this is weird for me," she said, shaking her head. "I haven't had many normal experiences a girl has with a boy."

"You consider sneaking into a guy's house so that his mom and sister don't hear normal?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes," she said, but then covered my mouth with her fingers. "Please don't ask about my past right now. I'll tell you if you do, but I'd prefer to wait. I'm really enjoying this moment."

"Okay," I smiled. "But I will ask eventually, but just so it's out in the open. Truthfully, I'm more interested in your present and future."

"I hope you still feel that way afterward," she said, no longer smiling.

"Don't do that," I frowned.

"What?"

"Worry about how I'm going to react to the past," I replied. "We'll deal with that later. Right now, I want you to go back to giggling."

"I wasn't giggling," she said, smiling slightly. "I was laughing."

"You were definitely giggling," I disagreed. "Here I'll show you." I started tickling Rhonda and she started giggling immediately.

"Stop! I'm ticklish!"

"I can see that," I said, pausing for a moment to kiss her passionately. She returned my kiss with enthusiasm until I pulled away. 

"What's wrong?" she asked in concern.

"Nothing," I replied. I was tempted to tickle her again, but the look she was giving me demanded something far different. "I think it's time we go lay down." Rhonda smiled as I led her to my bed. I sat on it and slowly unbuttoned her top. She stood there patiently letting me take my time. 

"Now isn't this better than ripping and ruining perfectly nice clothes?" I teased. She surprised me by laughing.

"It is nice," she said eventually. I took my time with her skirt as well, but it was only moments before she was standing in front of me in only a bra and panties. They matched of course. They were pale purple and more cute than provocative. 

"Very nice," I smiled. 

"I thought you'd like them," she replied. "That's why I wore them."

"So, you didn't put them on for Francis? Or even Megan?"

"Francis prefers sexy lingerie, and Megan prefers none at all."

"Both viable options for the future," I laughed gently. "But I'm glad you wore these. More important, I'm glad you wore them for me." Rhonda smiled contently and stood there, letting me enjoy the sight of her. "Of course, as much as I like them, I hope you don't mind me taking them off you." It wasn't really a question and Rhonda was bright enough to know that.

They came off easily enough and I paused again to look at her. Her breasts might not be as large as her sister's, but they were nice. I loved the way her body curved from her breasts to her waist and out again to her hips and ass. 

"You know," she said after a while. "If you don't take off your clothes soon, I might ruin Francis's shirt the way Megan ruined yours."

"And my pants?" I laughed, pulling off the shirt.

"I'll chew through them if I have to," she joked. "You looked pretty good back when you and Megan were having your little spat at her place. I want to see your body again."

"Your wish..." I laughed, pulling off my pants. 

"Oh very nice!" Rhonda sighed, reaching out and touching my cock. She looked at it momentarily before glancing up at me. "Can I?"

"Please," I grinned.

"Thanks," she said, dropping to her knees and taking the head of my cock into her mouth. Her eyes locked with mine as she began to suck gently. Her expression was lust filled, just like I remembered from that first night when I walked in on her and Francis. This was the girl I remembered. I'd seen another side of Rhonda tonight that I really liked, one I might even grow to love, but it was this side of her that first caught my interest. It was this side that promised things I couldn't wait to experience.

I took Rhonda's dark curly hair in my hand and pulled it out of the way. I held on to it because as usual, I liked the feeling of control. Rhonda didn't seem to mind. Then again, I'm sure Megan had done worse, a lot worse.

"Tell me," I said slowly, pulling her head back until my cock popped free of her mouth. "You know I'm like your sister at least a little. Are you okay with that?"

"The truth?" she asked with a sexy smile.

"Always," I replied, causing her smile to grow.

"Despite being a controlling bitch and frequently a nasty piece of work, no one has made me feel as good as Megan," she replied. "I like all kinds of sex, but someone taking control really gets to me."

"That's nice to know," I smiled. "I doubt I'll be as harsh as Megan, but I do like to take control."

"So, you're the benevolent dictator type?" she teased. 

"Not always benevolent," I answered honestly.

"I can live with that," she said huskily, taking my cock back into her mouth. I enjoyed the feeling and sight of what she was doing for quite a while, but oddly my orgasm held off. Rhonda pulled back, wrapped her breasts around my cock and moved them up and down. It felt amazing, but I was no closer to cumming.

"Is everything okay?" she asked in concern after a while.

"Never better," I groaned, but still my orgasm held off. She nodded and continued to stroke my cock between her tits.

"What's wrong?" Rhonda asked some time later with obvious concern as she moved away from me. I pulled her onto the bed with me and lay down.

"I'm not sure," I frowned. "It's not you."

"Then what?" she asked, not quite believing me. I thought for a moment and then nodded to myself.

"I think I'm still having problems dealing with what happened at your sister's place."

"Please don't tell me that Megan is going to ruin this for me?" Rhonda asked. "Not this!"

"No, she's not," I said, meaning it. "It's just that for a moment there I thought I was seriously going to rape her and it frightened me. That's not something I want. It's making me second guess my need for control."

"Is that all?" she smiled. "Brian, I don't know you very well, but if you were seriously thinking about raping my sister, it would have happened. I do know Megan and she's not the type to back down. It had to be you who stopped it from going further than it did."

"I guess," I frowned.

"I know," she said confidently. "Let it go. What else is bothering you?" I looked at her in surprise. Was she right? Was there something else bothering me? It came to me slowly.

"I don't want to hurt you," I said slowly. "I don't want to force you to do anything you don't really want too. It sounds like you've had enough of that already."

"Oh," she said, obviously caught by surprise. It took her a few seconds to gather her thoughts. I thought I saw tears in her eyes, but I couldn't be certain. They were gone a moment later.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Better than that," she said, smiling once again. "Brian, you are definitely an odd one. How can you be so considerate and controlling at the same time?" I didn't have an answer for that. "Look, don't worry about me. I doubt there's anything you'd do to me that I wouldn't like."

"How can you say that?" I frowned. "Everyone has likes and dislikes. "

"You don't understand," she sighed. She looked at me in silence again for a few moments before taking a deep breath and continuing. "Megan isn't the only twisted one in my family. Maybe it's because of what happened between her and me or maybe it's just the way I am, but I get pleasure from being dominated. I get pleasure from things most people would be horrified over."

"Like?" I asked.

"Brian, please don't make me tell you. I'm pretty sure I'm falling in love with you and I don't want to lose you." Her tone was heart wrenching as she moved farther away from me on the bed. 

"And why do you think whatever you say will cause that?"

"It's happened before, twice," she replied. "And I didn't care for them the way I do you. The first guy was horrified and the second downright nasty." 

"I'm not either of them," I smiled, taking her hand in mine. "I promise, but you don't have to tell me anything you don't want to."

"I don't?" she asked in surprise.

"Not yet," I clarified. "Not until you're comfortable that you won't lose me over it."

"I don't understand," she frowned. "Why?" It was my turn to look at her in silence for a few moments.

"Because I like you too," I finally answered. "In fact, you may not be the only one here falling in love. I've been thinking about you a lot ever since we met. I want you to be mine. I've never wanted anything more." 

"I want that too." Her smile lit up the room. "More than you can imagine."

I pulled her back to me. She came willingly and fell into my arms. We kissed for a very long time before I pulled back and smiled at her. 

"What?" Rhonda asked, knowing I had something in mind.

"Well, that's obvious," I said, pushing her onto her back and rolling on top of her. "You've said you want to be mine and I've said I want that too, but you've been Megan's a long time. I need to convince you that it's no longer true. You see, I'm not the sharing kind, at least not with her."

"Brian, I'm not sure that's possible," she said, tearing up. I saw her swallow as she added, "I'm afraid I'll always be Megan's despite what I want."

"That's my problem," I smiled. "Not yours. Now shut up and enjoy!"

"But..." Rhonda started. I stopped her with a kiss.

"Mine!" I said hungrily a moment later as I held her arms over her head. Her eyes grew big as she smiled. I'd told Rhonda I was controlling and she saw my interaction with her sister, but this was truly the first time she was feeling it. I forced one of my knees between her legs and pressed it against her mound. Rhonda moaned.

I continued to kiss her roughly and hold her hands out of the way. Rhonda spread her legs wider and wrapped her calves around mine. I knew what she wanted, but it wasn't time yet. I kissed my way from her lips to her neck and she moaned again. Rhonda's ears turned out to be very sensitive and despite the intensity of my own need, I took my time with them. It didn't take long for the room to start to fill with the scent of her excitement. It was very enticing.

"Brian, please!" she begged, her need obvious.

"Not yet," I smiled, finally shifting from her ears back to her lips. Her tongue danced in my mouth until I started making my way down her body with a trail of kisses. Again, I took my time. Her breasts were exquisite and I seriously enjoying the taste of her nipples, but it wasn't long before my kisses traveled lower still. I had to let go of Rhonda's hands eventually, but she left them over her head submissively. I liked that. She was completely open to me. 

My tongue found her center and Rhonda gasped out as I traced her lower lips. She was very wet and I enjoyed more than a few moments of tasting her tangy sweetness. In fact, I forgot myself in it until she cried out and came, filling my mouth and covering my face. Her scream was pretty loud, but at that moment I could care less. 

"Wow!" Rhonda gasped. "You're very good at that."

"I'm good at a lot of things."

"Me too," she smiled, reaching for my rock hard cock and looking at me questioningly.

"Go ahead, only keep in mind that I'm close."

"Good!" Her smile turned into a lustful grin.

Rhonda took the head of my cock into her mouth once more, only this time I knew I wouldn't last long. My orgasm grew stronger and closer as she worked at and succeeded in driving me crazy. I grabbed her head with both hands when I was about to lose it.




Mom's Bed Ch. 05



"Take me all the way in!" I demanded. Rhonda's eyes were on fire as I directed her mouth farther and farther down the length of my cock. "Look at me while you do it!" Her eyes locked with mine and I groaned. I lost it as soon as I felt her nose burying itself in the pubic hair above my cock. My cum gushed forth with surprising strength, but Rhonda swallowed every drop.

"You're very good at that," I heard someone say to Rhonda from the doorway. It was my mother. Rhonda looked at me, not sure how to react. I was too spent to care. I saw her shrug to herself.

"Thanks," Rhonda said. The two looked at each other and I was surprised to see my mother nod her head. She seemed to read something in Rhonda's expression. Mom looked and me and smiled sadly.

"I'm glad," my mother said. "This is the way it should be. I just helped your sister back to her bed. She needs her sleep and I was tossing and turning for some reason. I'll leave you two to it." I frowned as my mom slipped back out the door.

"What's wrong?" Rhonda asked once we were alone.

"Nothing," I sighed.

"Brian, please don't do that." Rhonda said, facing me. "You know how I feel about you and I don't want you to keep secrets from me. What's bothering you?" I looked at her and hesitated before shaking my head. It not like Rhonda wouldn't guess.

"Mom was the one who left nail marks on my back," I said, watching her reaction carefully. Rhonda just nodded in acceptance. "That was our first time together, but we've been together a lot since."

"She's very beautiful," Rhonda said.

"Yes," I agreed, thinking about a lot of things. "Mom really enjoys our time together, but she doesn't think it's right."

"How did you two end up together?" Rhonda asked. "Did you force her? That first night."

"Yes and no," I frowned. "Mom came home unexpectedly and I was asleep in her bed. She climbed in without realizing I was there."

"And that made you decide to sleep with her?"

"Actually," I grinned. "It was dark and I thought it was you."

"That's interesting," she smiled. "What happened next?"

"Well, by the time I realized the truth I was too horny to stop," I admitted. "And mom was drunk and in enough need not to be thinking clearly."

"Does your mom get drunk often?" Rhonda asked. I could see why she would think that.

"No, not really," I laughed. "She quit her job that day."

"What happened next?"

"Well, I let mom know it was me," I answered.

"After you were inside of her," Rhonda said knowingly. I shrugged. I couldn't very well deny it. She laughed.

"I'd made her cum and was in desperate need of my own relief," I explained. "Mom fought against me, but I refused to let her up."

"Was that when you realized you like to be in control?" Rhonda asked.

"Oh, I've pretty much always known it, but that was the first time that I went as far as I did," I sighed. I felt a need to explain. "It wasn't like with Megan. Mom didn't really want me to stop. She just thought that as my mother she should do the right thing. My mother is old fashioned and thinks that good girls shouldn't do certain things."

"But she likes them," Rhonda smiled. "And likes to be forced into doing them."

"Exactly," I said, surprised she understood. "It seems I'm like my father in that way."

"Are there any other family secrets I should know about?" Rhonda asked. "Like did you sleep with your sister Lisa too?"

"And my cousin Gloria." That seemed to surprise her.

"Lisa and Gloria?" she asked rhetorically. "You have been a busy."

"It's all a very recent thing." 

Rhonda smiled briefly, but then grew serious. "And that's why what happened with Megan threw you. It makes sense. You're still finding out what interests you and what doesn't."

"I guess."

"You still haven't told me what's wrong," Rhonda said gently. She was looking at me expectantly.

"Did you see my mom's expression when she left?" I asked in reply. "She could tell that we cared for each other just by looking at us. Mom was happy that I found someone I could love who could loved me in return."

"Only?" Rhonda prompted, knowing there was more.

"Only mom's been saying from the start that what happened between us was temporary," I sighed. "And I'm pretty sure that it's over now."

"Do you want it to be over?"

I looked at Rhonda carefully, not sure what to say. She wasn't like other girls. I wasn't sure what the right answer was so I decided to go with the truth.

"Not really," I replied. "But you're more than worth it."

"Thanks," she smiled. "Of course, if you don't truly want it to be over, then you do realize it's not, right?"

"Yeah, I do," I said. "But maybe letting it go is for the best."

"I hope not," Rhonda grinned. "Like I said, your mom is beautiful. I wouldn't mind sharing you with her."

"You wouldn't?" I asked in surprise. 

"Brian," Rhonda laughed. "You really are an odd one. I don't think you understand the extent of what I'm capable of. I'm yours. I'd do anything you want because you want it. Like I said, maybe that's Megan's fault, but the bottom line is that I am the way I am. Your pleasure brings me pleasure."

"Plus, you want my mom," I smiled slowly, causing her to laugh again. 

"Of course," Rhonda replied. "And Lisa and Gloria."

"Hmm," I said thoughtfully. "Lisa for sure, but I'm not sure about Gloria." My problem with my cousin was Bobby. I'd shared Lisa with him, but could I do it with Rhonda? I wasn't sure. Maybe in time.

"Whatever you want," she shrugged. I looked at her and her eyes met mine. "I'm serious. Whatever you want."

"Hmm," I said with a slow smile. "In that case, I think I'd like to finish what we started."

"My pleasure," Rhonda smiled. "How do you want me?"

"In my mother's bed," I replied. "With mom there watching."

"More than watching I hope," Rhonda replied, her smiling turning into a grin. "Is your mom into girls?"

"I think she'd like to try it. Lisa's a little more reticent."

"Let's go," Rhonda said, getting off my bed and standing, waiting for me to join her. She was smiling sexily as she stood there completely naked. I was tempted to pull her back down. Rhonda could tell and it was obvious that she'd let me if I wanted to. I stood and took her hand.

"This should be interesting," I laughed, leading her down the hall and to my mother's room. I opened the door and led Rhonda in. 

"Brian, what..." mom began, but stopped when she saw Rhonda with me. Mom froze, clearly at a loss. She was in her bed with the covers up and she grasped them tightly. 

"Rhonda, go kiss my mother," I said. My new girlfriend smiled and moved to the bed.

"Wait! What are you... No!" mom cried, but Rhonda took my mom's face in her hands and kissed her. Mom pushed her away, but not before their lips touched. I climbed into mom's bed and grabbed her. I kissed her roughly. She fought me at first, but I was used to it and with mom I knew what she really wanted. Rhonda got in bed on the other side of my mother.

"Remember mom, you're mine!" I growled as we finally broke apart. "And I want to share you with Rhonda."

"But we can't! It's wrong!" mom cried.

"Why? Because I'm a girl?" Rhonda asked. "Come on, this can't be worst than what you and Brian are doing already. That's incest and he loves it. He says you do too, although you don't often admit it."

"I can't!" mom cried. 

"You can," I disagreed. "And you will. Mom, I care for Rhonda and I think she's going to be around a long time."

"And I feel the same way about your son," Rhonda smiled. "It doesn't make a lot of sense, but honestly not much in my life has. All I know is that your son is the first person I've ever truly felt this way about. I've given myself to him completely, just like you have."

"I have not!" my mom cried. "Brian took me!"

"And you loved it," Rhonda smiled sexily. "I understand. I like that too, but we're not talking about me. We're talking about you. Tell me that what Brian did was really against your will?"

"I can't!" mom cried.

"That's good," Rhonda smiled, leaning toward my mother and kissing her briefly. "He loves you and if he had it would seriously have upset him. You gave yourself to him. Perhaps kicking and screaming about how wrong it was, but in the end it's the same thing. You love the idea of fucking your son. You love how he feels inside of you."

"No!" mom cried, but it was more in denial of how she felt, not with what Rhonda was saying.

"Yes," Rhonda said confidently. "Admit it. Right now all you can think of is Brian's long, hard cock inside of you."

"You're wrong!" mom insisted. Rhonda smiled and reached under the covers. Her hand found my mother's soaked pussy. I could smell mom's excitement at the covers shifted.

"No, I'm not," Rhonda said, moving her hand under the covers.

"Stop! What are you doing to me?" mom groaned.

"Bringing you pleasure," Rhonda smiled seductively. My mother turned to me.

"Brian, stop her!" she cried. "Please!"

"But mom, you clearly like what she's doing," I smiled, pulling her by her chin until our lips met. Mom kissed me passionately despite her denials. I broke the kiss after a short time.

"But it's wrong! I'm your mother and she's your girlfriend," mom gasped. "We shouldn't be doing this!"

"Wow! I can tell why she gets to you so much," Rhonda interjected, looking at me. "Typically, I'm submissive, but your mother is bringing out the few controlling tendencies I have!" 

"Just so long as you remain mine," I smiled, kissing Rhonda and reaching over my mother, squeezing my new girlfriend's tits roughly. 

"Always!" Rhonda gasped between kisses, and then added, "Squeeze harder please!" I did as she asked and continued to kiss her. I was sure I was bruising her lips as well as her breasts, but Rhonda loved every second of it. The room was filled with more than just the smell of my mother's excitement. I dropped one hand to Rhonda soaked pussy and rubbed it. She spread her legs wider and took hold of my hand, trying to make me work her pussy harder.

"Yes!" Rhonda cried. "I'm close. Please! Finish me!" 

"Not before my mother," I insisted. Rhonda looked at me with lust filled eyes and threw off the sheet covering my mother. She had two fingers buried in my mother and she was working them in and out unmercifully. 

"Brian! Don't let her make me cum!" my mother cried.

"Why not?" I asked, looking back and forth between my mother and Rhonda. "Mom, you might one day be her mother. Wouldn't this be a great first memory?" Both my mother and Rhonda moaned. The both clearly like the idea. "Rhonda, give my mother something more to remember this day by."

"Anything you want," Rhonda said, looking at me with a combination of love, lust and complete submission. It was more than a little intoxicating. "And everything you want." I pointed toward my mother's pussy. My girlfriend understood immediately. 

"Wait!" mom cried. "What are you doing?"

I watched as Rhonda moved down between my mother legs and buried her face between mom's thighs. My mother gasped out. Her expression was one of complete shock and enjoyment. Her legs fell open as wide as they would go and mom took Rhonda's head in her hands and pulled. I watched Rhonda's tongue drive deep inside of my mother.

"So wrong!" my mother gasped. "But it feels so good!"

"It's your turn to control her," I whispered in mom's ear. "Make her give you pleasure!" My mother moved Rhonda's head roughly, forcing my girlfriend to lick all of her, not that Rhonda fought her.

"Oh Brian!" mom cried. "Her tongue...it's going to...oh Fuck! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"

I watched as mom thrashed on her bed. She was completely lost in her orgasm. Rhonda continued to lick and take in as much of my mother's juices as she could gather. The whole time her eyes were locked with mine. I waited almost until my mom's orgasm was done, almost. I was in too much need. I pushed Rhonda away from my mother's pussy. I had planned on taking Rhonda, but mom's pussy beckoned me. It was throbbing in release and I couldn't pass it up. I got between her legs and pushed in with one long, hard stroke.

"Yes!" mom cried, rolling into another orgasm.

"Oh my God!" Rhonda gasped. "That's so hot! You're fucking your mother!"

"Her pussy is squeezing my cock!" I grunted. "I won't last long like this."

"Do it!" Rhonda cried. "Cum in your mother! Fill her!"

I lost it. I thrust in my mother as hard as I could. I held her hips roughly and drove deep over and over again. My cum exploded from my cock. I'm not sure if mom came again or if her last orgasm just continued, but she shivered and shook until I was completely spent.

"Now that I'd like to see again," Rhonda moaned, fingering herself. "You two are something else!"

"I'm sure that can be arranged," I smiled, rubbing my still hard cock up and down the length of mom's pussy.

"No Brian," mom said, but she sounded a lot calmer now. I looked down into her eyes. She wasn't saying she didn't want me to take her again, or that she thought it was wrong. Those might or might not be true, but mom was focused on Rhonda. "Take her. She wants you inside of her, and I want to watch you with her."

I looked at Rhonda and she smiled seductively. She was clearly ready. Her pussy was soaked as she continued to play with it. Her nipples were hard and waiting.

"Mom, get her ready for me while I recover," I said, shifting off of my mother. Her eyes grew slightly as Rhonda lay next to her. "I know you're tired, but I want you to taste her. I promise, you'll like it."

"I know," my mother said almost as if in a daze, but still she hesitated. 

"Please mom," Rhonda said to my mother as if it were the most natural thing. "I want this. I want to feel your lips, your hands."

"You called me mom," my mother said in surprise. Even Rhonda seemed a bit shocked by her own words.

"It slipped out. I'm not even sure why. I hope you don't mind?" Rhonda asked in concern. My mother smiled slowly.

"No, I like it," mom said, kissing Rhonda on the lips. 

It didn't take me long to recover as I watched the girl I was falling in love with and my mother kissing and touching each other. Rhonda was clearly comfortable with having sex with another woman, no surprise there, but mom was quickly learning how to please Rhonda as well. I smiled happily when my mom finally had her first taste of Rhonda's pussy. I'd known she was interested in trying it with another woman. I was glad that my girlfriend could help.

I was more than ready to join them, but they were really enjoying each other at the moment and I didn't want to ruin it. I smiled and remembered my first time with mom. It hit me suddenly that Lisa wasn't here for this and that she might be unhappy about it later. I stood and went to her room. She was sleeping. I woke her up with a kiss.

"What's going on?" Lisa smiled when I pulled away. I told her. She listened silently and frowned ever so slightly. In the end she shrugged, more to herself I thought. "You really like Rhonda, don't you?"

"Yes," I admitted. 

"I thought so," she grinned. "You two were sending vibes out all night during that party a few weeks ago."

"Were we?" I asked in surprise.

"Oh don't worry little brother," she laughed. "You had no idea. She was Francis's girlfriend and you being you, I'm sure your subconscious did it's best to hide your interest even from yourself."

"Not entirely," I laughed along with her. 

"Well, let go see what's happening," my sister sighed. We made our way down the hallway. I stopped at mom's door. 

"Um Lisa," I said carefully. "Are you sure you want to come in? I mean, you're welcome and all, but you don't seem into other woman that much."

"We'll see," she shrugged, but then smiled and added, "Besides, there always you little brother."

"Count on it," I laughed, kissing her again. "In fact, maybe we need to stay out here a little longer."

"You think?" Lisa asked, biting her bottom lip.

"I know," I grinned pushing my sister against the wall. 

It didn't take Lisa very long to become excited and I was still hard from watching mom and Rhonda. I lifted one of her legs to my shoulder and pushed my cock inside of her.

"Oh fuck!" Lisa gasped. "I definitely better start doing my gymnastics training again. I am not a human pretzel!" Yet, despite her words, she clearly liked what I was doing. I pushed in and out of my sister a few times. A moan from mom's bedroom interrupted my thoughts.

"I've changed my mind," I said suddenly, putting Lisa's leg back down and lifting her off the ground using both hands on her ass and upper thighs. My cock was still buried in my sister's pussy as I carried her into my mother's bedroom. She wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck.

"See, I told you he'd be back with Lisa," mom smiled as she took a moment to stop her sixty-nine with Rhonda. Mom was on top. I couldn't see Rhonda, but based on mom's expression, my girlfriend hadn't bothered to stop what she was doing. She couldn't see us by the door anyway. 

I carried Lisa to the bed and fell on top of her, refusing to pull out even for a moment. It would have been funny if everyone in the room wasn't close to release. Rhonda and Lisa's head were very close. My sister's eyes grew big as she watched my girl's mouth work our mother's pussy expertly. I caught Rhonda's eye and smiled. I not sure what she might have done in response, but mom lost it again at that moment and my girl was too busy licking and sucking to do anything else.

"Oh wow!"Lisa cried, watching mom's pussy throb up close.

"It looks amazing, doesn't it?" I asked as I continued stroking in and out of my sister's tight pussy.

"It tastes even better," Rhonda got out between licks.

"Does it? Really?" Lisa asked, and then blushed at her own question.

"Why don't you kiss Rhonda and find out?" I prompted. She wasn't really to taste the real thing, at least not yet. My sister didn't respond as she watched as mom finally stopped cumming. My mother shifted off of Rhonda and my girl sat up. Her lips glistened with mom's juices, but she didn't wipe them.

"Hi," Lisa said nervously. 

"Hello," Rhonda said, moving closer. Her lips found my sister's and Lisa froze for a moment as Rhonda kissed her, but that didn't last long. She clearly liked mom's taste on my girl's lips. I'm sure my riding my sister at that moment helped at least a little. Their tongues danced in each other's mouths.

"Feel like tasting your girlfriend?" mom asked, sitting on the bed next to me. Her lips were still wet with Rhonda's cum. I pulled mom's mouth to mine roughly.

"Clearly a yes," Lisa laughed as she pulled away from Rhonda's kisses.

"How does it feel?" Rhonda asked, watching Lisa and me as I pushed in and out of my sister. "I haven't felt Brian inside of me yet."

"Well, that will never do," Lisa smiled, trying to shift out from under me.

"Not going to happen," I grinned, as I stopped kissing mom and held my sister down. "I want you to cum first, and then I'll take care of Rhonda."

"Saving the best for last?" my mother smiled.

"Hey!" Lisa cried, but she was laughing.

"Hurry," Rhonda said, despite laughing along with Lisa. "I need to feel you inside of me." 

"Hey, I thought I was the bossy one here." I was just joking, but Rhonda didn't laugh. Instead, she looked at me oddly.

"You are," she said. I could tell that she was warring with a decision. She wanted to tell me something, but was afraid. I smiled at her, trying to let her know it was okay to tell me. She must have got the message. "I sometimes forget myself. If you think it's necessary, you can punish me. You can have your mother and sister's help if you'd like."

"Hmm," Lisa said. "Now that sounds interesting."

"Down girl," I said, thrusting into my sister harder, reminding her that I was the one in control. I can't say I didn't expect Rhonda's offer. Megan was clearly the type to involve pain in her domination.




Mom's Bed Ch. 05



"Rhonda, you don't have to worry," my mother said. "My son wouldn't hurt you." I watched my girlfriend's face very carefully as mom spoke. It was obvious that Rhonda was disappointed. 

"Unless of course, you like that," I put in, letting her know with my eyes that I meant it. Megan probably included pain in her sadistic sex play, but that wasn't really the point. Rhonda liked it. That's what was important. 

"Is that it Rhonda?" Lisa gasped, her orgasm was growing close. "Do you like pain?"

"You seem to be enjoying it yourself," Rhonda said with an odd smile.

"It's not like I have a choice!" my sister moaned. "Little brother is anything but little."

"Rhonda, come here," I demanded. My own orgasm was starting to build and that always made me bossier. She came without question. "Hold my sister's hands over her head." Rhonda did as I asked, watching us both hungrily.

"Brian, I'm not sure this is a good idea," mom frowned. I pulled her to me roughly while I continued to fuck my sister. Mom's eyes got big as I crushed her lips with mine.

"I am," I said, confidently. "Now straddle Lisa's head." If possible, mom's eyes got even bigger, but she loved the idea. I could tell.

"Hey wait!" Lisa cried. Mom hesitated. I slapped her ass, but not that hard. Mom yelped, but continued to kiss me. 

"Oh shush!" I heard Rhonda say to my sister. "You're going to love it and you know it!"

"But..." Lisa began. I heard Rhonda kiss her.

"Remember the taste of mom on my lips?" my girl asked. "You loved it."

"True, but..." Lisa began. I ignored her argument. It was a losing one anyway. I was focused on mom. 

"Straddle her face," I demanded.

"That's so wrong!" mom gasped, but it was obvious that the idea got to her.

"Maybe even worse than fucking your own son," I offered with a grin. Mom smiled and shook her head.

"No, not that wrong," she said, still not moving.

"Then what are you waiting for?" I asked.

"I'm her mother," mom said. "I can't do something like this. It's terrible!"

"You want me to make you, don't you?" I asked. Mom refused to answer. I smiled and slapped her ass again. This one was a little harder.

"Ouch!" mom cried, but she didn't move away. In fact, I think she lifted her ass slightly in anticipation of the next blow. I was happy to oblige. My third slap echoed for a moment.

"Mom, are you okay?" Lisa asked in concern. I understood. She couldn't see mom's expression. I could. 

"I'm sorry baby!" mom cried. "He's too strong. You're brother is forcing me to do this!" Yet, despite her words, mom straddled Lisa's head facing me without any further prompting. I grinned when mom settled down on my sister's mouth.

"Lick her!" I heard Rhonda saying to my sister. "Make your mother cum! You know you want to taste her again! Do it!"

Mom moaned a moment later. It was obvious that Lisa was listening to my girl. Her tongue was working the length of our mother's opening. I wasn't really surprised when mom started slowly thrusting her hips, causing her pussy to slide back and forth along Lisa's mouth.

"That feels good, doesn't it?" I asked as I thrust into my sister's now steaming pussy.

"No!" mom cried, but then a moment later she cried, "It feels amazing! It dirty, it's wrong, but my God, I've never felt like this before!"

"You hear your mother?" Rhonda asked Lisa. "See how much she likes it? Make her cum!"

"Oh fuck!" mom cried. "Her tongue is moving faster!"

"Rhonda, come here!" I snapped. A moment later she was standing next to my mother and me. "Kiss my mother." Rhonda did so without hesitation. I watched them, feeling my orgasm building. I was fighting it now.

"Are you going to punish me like you did your mother?" Rhonda asked. "For being bossy?" 

I swung my arm with more force than I planned and the smack was far harder than I gave my mother. Rhonda cried out, but then smiled and held her ass in a way that let me know she wanted another. I was so worked up that I didn't even hesitate. I slapped her ass again.

"I'm cumming!" Lisa cried suddenly and her pussy grabbed hold of my cock and refused to let go for a moment. 

"Me too!" mom cried, drenching my sister's face with her juices. By all rights, I should have joined them, but I wanted Rhonda too much to let go. I pulled my cock free from my sister's throbbing pussy and rolled away from her. I pulled Rhonda with me. We ended up on the floor. 

I thrust deep into Rhonda who had her legs wrapped around me as if she were trying to pull me deeper. It was a wasted effort because I was as deep as I could go, not that I didn't appreciate it. I rode her hard, wanting to watch her explode. We kissed for a few moments, but our love making was too violent to keep it up. We both needed release now!

"Brian!" Rhonda cried as her orgasm took her. I didn't stop stroking in and out of her. I wanted her to cum again.

"Do it again!" I snapped. "Cum for me again!" It didn't take long. 

"Oh yes!" Rhonda cried, exploding into another orgasm. 

I think I surprised her when I rolled onto my back and took her with me. Now she was on top, but she wasn't even remotely in control. I thrust up into her and slapped her ass hard with both my hands. I did this three more times before she rolled into her next orgasm, and somehow I still held off. 

"Mine!" I growled. "You're mine!" 

"Yes!" Rhonda sobbed between orgasms. 

"Brian, if you don't finish soon she's going to pass out!" Lisa said. I looked on the bed and saw mom and her watching us. 

"You need to mark her," mom said. "Like you did Lisa and me."

"Mark me?" Rhonda asked. There was perhaps a little fear there, but also need and want. 

"Like this," Lisa said, pulling her hair back and showing Rhonda the back of her neck. Mom did the same thing.

"Oh yes!" Rhonda moaned. I felt her pussy spasm again around my cock. "Please mark me as yours!"

Lisa pulled Rhonda off of my cock and back onto the bed. Mom took my girl's other hand. My sister and mother forced Rhonda onto her stomach and had her lift her ass in the air. They each slapped her ass once before holding her arms steady, not that Rhonda was trying to escape.

"Mark me Brian! Make me yours!" 

I got behind Rhonda and thrust my rock hard cock back inside her. I held her hips and started fucking into her pussy as hard as I could go. She was still soaked, but clearly spent and not near cumming again. I couldn't say the same.

Mom took Rhonda hair and pulled it aside, letting me see my girl's neck. It was unblemished. I leaned forward and twisted her head enough to kiss her. Rhonda's eyes were lust filled pools.

"I'm going to mark you as mine," I whispered into her ear between kisses.

"And once that's done there's no going back," my sister interjected. 

"The mark may fade," my mother said slowly, meeting my eyes. "But his possession doesn't. Not that you'll want it to."

"No, it won't," I said pointedly, looking at my mother a moment longer before focusing on Rhonda again. "Do you want me to mark you?"

"More than anything in the world!" Rhonda moaned.

"Mine!" I growled into her ear.

"Yes!" she cried as my mouth found her neck. I thrust deep into her pussy with my cock and sucked her neck hard, leaving a bruise that meant so much more than a mere blemish on the back of her neck. 

"I'm cumming!" I grunted.

"Yes!" Rhonda said and somehow came again. 

Our orgasms blasted through us. I filled Rhonda's pussy for the first time. She wasn't a virgin. Hell, I expect that she was far from it, but it didn't matter. This was our first time together and neither of us would ever forget it. She was mine now, just like mom and Lisa. I came so hard that she couldn't hold all of my juices. I pulled out and covered her pink ass. Afterward, I rolled off of Rhonda. 

I felt her lie her head on my shoulder. I kissed her forehead as I began to drift off. Mom and Lisa somehow fit on the bed as well. I felt one of them at my back. I'm guessing the other was at Rhonda's. I was too spent to look. Frankly, I was far too gone to do anything other than pass out. 

**********

"Are you planning on waking up anytime soon, little brother?" 

I opened my eyes. The bed was empty. Lisa was standing at the door. She had clearly showered. I blinked a few times, trying to focus.

"Where is everyone?" I asked.

"Afraid Rhonda bailed after last night?" my sister teased.

"Not really," I replied, realizing I meant it. "She's mine."

"I know," Lisa laughed. "We've been discussing that downstairs. Why don't you take a quick shower and join us? Mom's making breakfast now."

"I'll be right down," I said, rolling out of bed. 

It didn't take me long to shower and get dressed. I found Mom, Lisa and Rhonda at the kitchen table eating pancakes. It looked like the most natural thing in the world, despite the craziness of last night. Had I really spanked Rhonda? And mom? Wow!

"Penny for your thoughts?" Lisa grinned when she saw my expression.

"Pass," I replied as all three of them laughed. I noticed that they were all freshly showered and that all three had their hair up in a ponytail.

"You like?" Rhonda grinned, twisting just enough for me to see the mark on her neck.

"Rhonda didn't see the point of hiding our marks," mom said, blushing slightly. "At least not when we were at home."

"No complaint from me," I shrugged.

"Little brother, we need to talk," Lisa said suddenly. I tilted my head slightly.

"About what?"

"Well first," mom said. "We need to see what your plans are with Rhonda."

"I thought I made that obvious last night," I frowned. 

"Long term, maybe," my sister put in. "But what happens now?"

"Whatever Rhonda wants," I said, meaning it. 

"I want whatever makes you happy," Rhonda said. 

"Oh brother!" Lisa sighed. "Look, she means it, but that's not really the point. She'd been explaining about her sister Megan and what her life's been like. Do you really want her to go back to that?"

"Of course not," I said quickly. "I want her here."

"So then, you want Rhonda to live with us?" mom asked.

"Well yes," I said. "If that's okay with you and her?" The two exchanged a knowing look.

"I'd like that," Rhonda said.

"She can have the guest room," mom said.

"No, I want her in my room with me." 

"And what if she wants some privacy?" Lisa asked. "Everyone needs a place to call their own."

"That's okay," Rhonda smiled. "I want to be with Brian."

"That's all fine and good, but..." my mother began. I cut her off.

"You and Lisa are right. Rhonda should have a place of her own," I sighed, but then looked at Rhonda and added, "Only don't expect to spend many nights there."

"I won't," Rhonda grinned. "And thanks."

"What else do you three want to talk about?" I asked, knowing that mom and Lisa weren't done and afraid I knew where this was going.

"That's it," Lisa said a little too quickly.

"No it's not," my mom interjected. "You have Rhonda, but what about your sister? Who does she have?"

"I have you, Brian and Rhonda," my sister interjected. "I'd say that more than enough."

"No, it's not," my mom argued. 

"Mom, you're being ridiculous!"

I looked back and forth between them. I knew what I had to say, but for a moment the words wouldn't come. I shook my head in annoyance at myself and finally spoke.

"No, she's not," I interjected. "You three are mine. I think last night proved that, but mom's right to be concerned about your happiness. I'm also concerned about mom's happiness."

"But I am happy!" mom interjected.

"Me too!" Lisa cried in frustration. 

"That's good," I smiled. "But if and when the time comes for you to move on, I'll be sure to help you as best I can."

"Good," mom said.

"I was talking to both of you," I said pointedly. Mom acted as if she didn't hear me, but I knew better.

I really meant what I said, but I was a bit surprised how difficult it was for me to actually say it. Okay, it was more than that. I loved my mother and sister. I wanted what was best for them, but after last night I realized I didn't really know myself as well as I thought. You see, it all came down to one simple fact. They were mine and I didn't want to give them up. Oh, I would if they were unhappy. I loved them that much, but it wouldn't be easy. I'd just have to be sure they stayed happy.

"Anything else?" I asked. Mom and Lisa looked at each other before shaking their heads.

"So, you're okay with everything else that happened last night?" I frowned. 

"I liked it," Rhonda grinned.

"Me too," Lisa said. I looked at mom, but she just blushed. Lisa laughed and added, "You know mom! She can't admit she liked it, but she did, especially getting spanked."

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" I asked mom. This time is was Rhonda's turn to answer for mom.

"Of course you did," she grinned. "But that's the point isn't it?"

"Is your family going to be okay with you moving in?" I asked, changing the subject.

"I doubt it," she sighed. "My parents are clueless and I've been spending at least half my nights with Megan, but they'll deal. I feel bad for my younger sister Jess, but she'll be okay I guess."

"What about Megan?" I asked.

"Oh, this isn't going to go over well at all with her," Rhonda replied. "But that's to be expected."

"You're mine," I said, feeling the certainty of that deep inside. "If she tries anything, you need to call me."

"I will," she smiled. 

"And you know she will try something, right?" I asked.

"Yes," Rhonda said, no longer smiling. "But I don't want to think about that right now."

"Just as long as you know," I sighed. I had a feeling that Megan and I weren't quite done with each other yet, but I didn't want to think about it anymore than Rhonda did. I looked at the three women and asked, "So, no other questions or comments?"

"Well, I am curious about one thing." Rhonda was smiling again.

"What's that?" Lisa asked.

"Gloria. You said you've slept with her too. Is she yours as well?" Rhonda was looking at me, but as she spoke I glanced at my mother quickly. Damn.

"Gloria!" mom cried in surprise. I groaned. This wasn't the way I wanted her to learn about what happened with Gloria and Bobby. Oh well.

"Just her ass!" Lisa laughed, obviously thinking the whole situation was funny. "The rest is Bobby's."

"Her ass?" Rhonda asked in surprise.

"Yep, little brother has a thing for asses," Lisa said. "Bobby, not so much. Gloria's ass is all his. He marked it and everything."

"You marked your cousin's ass?" Rhonda asked me. I shrugged. I couldn't very well deny it. Rhonda smiled. "I wish I'd known that last night. Oh well, there's always tonight."

"And today," I grinned. Rhonda's smile grew.

"Wait!" mom cried, trying to come to grips with what happened.

"Don't worry mom," Lisa said, ever so helpfully. "He let me play with Bobby while he seduced poor Gloria. I'm sure he'll let you have your fun too."

"Lisa!" mom cried. 

I shook my head and stood. I hadn't eaten, but frankly I wasn't hungry yet anyway. I took Rhonda hand and led her out of the kitchen.

"Where are we going?" she asked.

"Back upstairs. I want to spend time with you."

"Sounds good," she smiled up at me lovingly. I took her in my arms and kissed her. She hugged me afterward and added, "Maybe we should go change the sheets on mom's bed?"

"What for?" I joked. "You're obviously just planning on making them dirty again."

"And is that a bad thing?" she asked with a sexy smile as she stepped back slightly and met my eyes. "Because if it is, I'm more than willing to let you punish me for it."

I pulled her close and slapped her ass as hard as I could from this angle. She half cried out and half moaned in pleasure. Rhonda eyes flashed and I pulled her lips roughly to mine. I slapped her ass again.

"I love you!" she gasped. It was the first time she said it. A part of me wasn't sure she really meant it. I was the first guy who accepted her for what she was. It could just be that, only deep down I knew it wasn't. Rhonda was mine. She was committed to us. So was I.

"I love you too," I replied, despite how sudden everything happened. I stood there a moment to let her see that I meant it before spinning her around so that she was facing the stairway. I slapped her backside a third time, directing her up the stairs. "Go to mom's bed and wait for me. Be ready. I want your ass."

"It's all yours," she said, her eyes promising me her complete and total submission. "Just like the rest of me." I watched Rhonda as she climbed the stairs. She stopped at the top and looked back at me. "Body and soul."

"Body and soul," I repeated, having no doubt that she meant it. My cock hardened considerably. Knowing someone was completely yours was a heady feeling. I might have to give up mom and Lisa one day, but Rhonda was mine forever. I could live with that.



Mom's Bed Ch. 06



Author's note: This chapter contains incest, lesbianism, dominance and light spanking. Like most of my stories, this one seems to be taking off in a direction of its own. It's not one of my more 'traditional' stories and I don't foresee it going back in that direction anytime soon. Hopefully, you'll still enjoy it. If not, feel free to check out some of my other work or the writings of some of the talented authors on this site.

Regards,

JD

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'Thank God that's over!'

My last exam was finally done. It was a tough one, but the last two weeks I spent more time at the library than anyplace else and it seemed to have paid off.

"Hey Brian, we're going out to celebrate the end of finals and the beginning of summer. Do you want to come?" I looked up and saw Cindy. She was walking toward me with her friend Bethany. I smiled pleasantly, but shook my head.

"No thanks," I replied. "I'm exhausted. I'm going home to sleep for a couple of days."

"Oh come on," Cindy's smiled enticingly as they stopped in front of me. "It will be fun." I thought it might be a bit more than that based on her expression and the hints she'd been giving me recently. I shook my head slightly, trying to figure out why she suddenly seemed so interested in me when she barely noticed me before, but I didn't dwell on the thought long. I was tired. Besides, Rhonda was waiting for me at home. So were mom and Lisa.

"No thanks," I said, trying to hide my impatience. "Enjoy your break."

"Are you sure?" she sighed in obvious disappointment. Again, I wondered what changed. The funny part was that before Rhonda came into my life I used to have a thing for Cindy. Maybe that was the problem. Maybe Cindy didn't like the fact that I lost interest in her.

"See you next semester," I said, turning to leave. I was surprised when someone grabbed my shoulder and stopped me from leaving. I turned back and was even more surprised when I saw that it was Bethany and not Cindy. Her grip wasn't all that strong, but there was something about her expression I didn't like. "Yes?"

"Brian, are you always this dense?" she asked in annoyance. "Cindy likes you and wants to hook up. Most guys would kill for a chance with her." I realized what was bothering me. Bethany was being very aggressive and I didn't like it at all. I had to hold myself in check.

"I'm not most guys," I said, removing her hand from my shoulder. I turned to Cindy and added, "I'm sorry, but I'm not interested." I didn't want to hurt her feeling, but the truth was the truth. It would be worse to lead her on. Cindy seemed not only surprised, but actually upset. I guess she wasn't used to getting turned down.

"You bastard!" Bethany snapped, angry for her friend. I shrugged. I wasn't trying to be.

"It's okay," Cindy put in before Bethany could say anything else. "I just thought we could have some fun together. You've changed recently. You're more confident and sure of yourself. I like that in a guy."

I nodded in understanding. Now I knew why she was suddenly interested in me. I hadn't realized that my relationship with Rhonda, my mother and sister was affecting me so much, but I guess it made sense. Cindy was right. I was more confident. I knew what I wanted and was getting used to having it, working for it, even taking it. It felt good, although that last part concerned me at times.

"Cindy, you're a beautiful girl," I offered. "Bethany's right. Most guys would kill for a chance with you, but I'm seeing someone." She nodded. Her friend wasn't nearly as understanding. She was obviously taking it worst than Cindy.

"Let me guess," Bethany said. "You're gay."

"Not even a little bit," I laughed, deciding not to let her get to me. "Enjoy your break." I turned to leave once more, but Bethany grabbed my shoulder again. My control slipped. I took her hand off of my shoulder and surprised her by pulling her close, very close. "Don't do that again."

We were only inches away from each other. Our eyes locked for a few moments before she looked away. I took her chin in my hand and forced her to make eye contact once more. She was clearly nervous and perhaps a little afraid, but there was more there than that. For a moment I was tempted to find out just how much more. Instead I smiled, released her and left without another word.

I shook my head as I made my way to my car. It was a mistake to let her bother me, but I didn't like being grabbed. The part that concerned me most was the charge of excitement I felt when I pulled her close.

'No, that wasn't it," I thought. 'It was when she backed down, especially when I made her look back into my eyes.' I felt myself responding. I decided I was too tired to dwell on it right now. I needed to get home and find my bed!

The parking lot wasn't far, but it was one of those hot spring days and there wasn't even a slight breeze. I was sweating by the time I reached the car. I opened the door and stood there for a few moments to let the interior cool off. I got in, but didn't shut the door. It was too hot! I started the car and put on the AC. I couldn't stop myself from yawning. I caught myself nodding a few moments later and put on the radio. I shut the door as soon as the AC started pumping out cold air.

"Man! I really am spent, and not in a good way. Of course, that's all about to change." I grinned in anticipation. To say I was looking forward to the coming summer was a vast understatement, especially the first week of it. My summer job wouldn't start for ten days so I was free to relax and do whatever I wanted. My sister's school was in the middle of finals. She taught gym and that didn't have a final so she was able to take off from work. You have to love a teacher's schedule! Mom and Rhonda were taking off as well. We decided to make a holiday of the coming week and I was seriously looking forward to it.

The ride home was uneventful, or would have been if I didn't have to fight so hard to keep my eyes open. I walked in the house and dropped my keys on the counter. No one was downstairs. I smiled. I had a pretty good idea where they were. I made my way upstairs.

"Oh Lisa! Do it again! That's feels so good!"

I felt myself stiffen despite my exhaustion as Rhonda's lustful cry was followed by the sound of an open hand slapping again skin. I was certain it was my sister swatting Rhonda's ass. I licked my lips as I reached the top of the stairs. I smiled when I saw mom leaning against Lisa's bedroom doorway. She was obviously watching my sister and Rhonda.

I took a moment to appreciate the sight of my mother. She looked amazing as always. Mom was built very nicely with curves in all the right places. I continued to appreciate the sight of her until she noticed me.

"You're home," she said, blushing slightly at being caught watching Lisa and Rhonda. A part of me thought it was funny considering everything that had happened over the last few months, but I couldn't deny that another part of me loved the fact that mom was still mom.

"And exhausted," I said, smiling warmly. "I need sleep." Mom took a long look at me and frowned before walking toward me. She took my arm.

"Let's get some food into you first," she said, obviously concerned. "You haven't been taking care of yourself recently."

"Mom, I'm fine," I argued, but she was in full mother mode so I let her lead me. I was too tired to eat, but there was no point in arguing with her when she was like this. Oh, I could win the argument, but she would be upset and I didn't want that. My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of flesh hitting flesh again and a loud moan.

"Rhonda really does like getting spanked," I said with slow smile, remembering some of the times we'd been together.

"Your sister seems to be enjoying herself too," mom said, somewhat concerned. I nodded. It was pretty obvious that despite being submissive to me, Lisa could be quite the dominating bitch. Rhonda loved it. I think mom did too deep down when she wasn't being an overly concerned mother.

"Mom, stop worrying," I said as we reached the bottom of the stairs. "If they're both happy doing what they're doing then why be concerned?"

"You're right," mom replied, but I could tell she troubled. That was mom. I needed to get her mind off the subject.

"I really am tired. How about I eat later?"

"No," mom insisted. "You need food. Sit down and let me at least make you a sandwich." I smiled and sat at the kitchen table while mom opened the refrigerator and started pulling out cold cuts. I watched her make my sandwich. Maybe it was because I was tired and my thoughts were beginning to get a bit odd, but I had flashes of mom doing the exact same thing for me over the years. I smiled contently. I was a lucky guy to have someone like her to mother me.

"So, was work okay with you taking the week?" I asked. I wanted to make sure she was distracted from her earlier concerns. I also needed something to keep me awake.

"They were great," she replied.

"That's cool," I smiled. "You're new boss is a good guy."

"Yes he is," mom smiled. "I met his wife at the company holiday party. She was very nice. I'm not surprised."

We continued to chat as mom finished making my sandwich and putting it in front of me. I didn't think I was hungry until after I took the first bite. Suddenly I was starving. I grinned to myself as I dug in. Mom was right. No surprise there. I did need food.

"Slow down!" she cried in concern as she poured me a glass of milk. I had a hard time not laughing. I probably wouldn't have been able to stop myself if I wasn't in the middle of wolfing down the sandwich.

"Thanks mom. That was great," I said afterward, sitting back and sighing contently.

"Now let's get you to bed," she said, putting my plate and my empty glass in the sink. I let mom lead me back upstairs. Lisa and Rhonda were still going at it, but I was too tired to react now. The food had done its job and I was barely staying vertical. Mom saw and sighed. "You poor dear." She started leading me to my room, but I didn't want to crash there.

"Mom, I want to sleep in your bed," I said groggily. She nodded without argument.

Two minutes later I was under mom's sheets sighing contently. My clothes were in a pile on a chair. I watched as she pulled the heavier covers off the bed. It was far too hot for them. Mom leaned forward and kissed my forehead when she was done. She started to stand up to leave, but I reached out and took her hand.

"Mom, you are a great mother," I smiled. "I love you."

"I love you too," she said, but instead of smiling she frowned slightly. "Although I'm not so sure of how good of a mother I am."

"You're the best," I insisted. "And it's time you accepted it and stopped blaming yourself for something that you had no real control over."

"I'm the mother," she sighed. "Of course it's my fault." There was something in her expression that made we sit up despite my exhaustion.

"First, there is no fault," I said. I suddenly realized that I was wrong trying to distract her from her concerns. In fact, it was past time we had this conversation. I was tired, but I wanted to make sure my mom was okay. "What we have here is certainly not what people would call normal, but we're all adults and it seems to me that we're all happy with the way things are."

"That's exactly the problem!" mom cried, surprising me with tears. "This should never have happened. If I were a good mother..." She was too upset to go on. I stood and hugged her tight until her tears stopped.

"Mom, I think you're confused about some things," I said slowly once she was in control of herself. She looked at me with a slight frown and waited for me to continue. I let her go and sat on the bed. I waited until she joined me. "Mom, what happened between us that first night was more my fault than yours. Oh, I know you don't agree, but you're wrong and really, it's beside the point."

"Beside the point?" she repeated.

"Exactly," I sighed. "Mom, I've thought about this a lot. I am what I am and it really had nothing to do with that night."

"You're a good man," mom said, coming to my defense. I smiled, but it wasn't a full one. I had concerns of my own. Maybe it was time to share them with mom.

"I like to think so," I said slowly. "But at this point there no doubt that there is something inside of me that likes to be in control."

"So what?" mom said. "There are plenty of people like that."

"Mom, it's different with me and you know it," I sighed. "It's more than simply being in control. I have a deep seated need to possess what I control. I've marked you, Lisa and Rhonda as mine. Maybe you don't understand what that means to me."

"I think I do," mom said, blushing slightly as she rubbed the back of her neck unconsciously. The mark might or might not still be there, but by this point it didn't matter. She was mine.

"If that's true, then you know you had little choice in all of this," I said. "I wanted you and I took you."

"Yes and no," my mother said, surprising me with a smile. "Brian, you are controlling and aggressive enough to take what you want, but you're forgetting one fact."

"What?" I asked, honestly curious. Maybe mom understood me better than I did myself. She was my mother after all.

"You aren't the type to take what isn't offered. Yes, you took me, your sister and Rhonda, but it's not like any of us didn't want you to take us. Don't you realize that the hardest part for me is the knowledge that not only am I yours, but that I love the fact and have never been happier?"

"Why would that bother you?" I asked.

"Because I worry about you and your sister," my mother replied. "Rhonda too, now that she's part of the family. I'm the mother and I should be trying to fix this, but instead I'm busy having the time of my life."

"Mom, you can't fix this," I laughed. "There's nothing to fix. We're all happy with things the way they are, so what try and change them?"

"Because..." she began, but I cut her off my putting my fingers against her lips.

"I hope you're right that I only take what's given to me freely," I interjected. "But in either case, I'm lucky to have you, Lisa and Rhonda. You see, not only do I love all three of you, but without you I think my need to control and dominate might make me do things I wouldn't like."

"Never," mom said confidently.

"I wouldn't be so sure." I then proceeded to tell her about what happened with Cindy and Bethany. Mom listened silently until I was done. "And I'm not sure how I would have reacted if I didn't have your three here at home waiting for me."

"Oh I am," mom smiled. "You would have taken Bethany."

"But that's exactly my point!" I cried.

"Not really," mom laughed. "I think you proved my point."

"I'm lost," I frowned.

"It's simple really. Who was more attractive, Cindy or her friend Bethany?"

"Cindy," I replied easily. There was no contest. Bethany was cute, but not nearly in the same league as Cindy.

"And which did you have a crush on all last year?" mom asked. She just nodded when I told her Cindy and asked another question. "And who did you want to posses?"

"Bethany," I answered honestly.

"Don't you see?" mom smiled.

"I'm afraid I do," I sighed. "You're trying to tell me that I wanted Bethany because she was the more aggressive girl."

"Oh, I'm sure that was a little part of it, but your still not getting it." Mom took my hand in hers and squeezed until I looked up into her eyes. "Brian, you said you took Bethany's chin in your hand and made her look up into your eyes." I nodded in agreement. "What did you see there when you did it?"

"Desire," I said slowly.

"Exactly." Mom was watching me carefully. "Bethany might have been angry and afraid, but mostly she was excited by what you were doing. That's what you reacted to. You simply stumbled onto another girl who likes to be taken."

I sat there and absorbed what my mother was saying for a little while. She continued to hold my hand as she waited for me to respond. I took my time. I was tired and my mind wasn't at its peak.

"But what about Megan?" I asked. Mom knew about Rhonda's sister Megan. She was a dominant who used to control her sister. Megan had a thing for hurting people that I hoped I never learned to appreciate. I mean, light spanking and a little bondage was one thing, but actually hurting someone the way she seemed to enjoy was a little much for me. "You can't say she wanted to be taken and I almost did it."

"I think bringing her up in unfair," mom argued, standing now. "You were just reacting to her aggressive behavior. She tried to control you and you reacted. That's understandable."

"Mom, it was more than that. I got excited," I sighed.

"Really," mom said, surprised for the first time. She remained quiet for a moment, but then shrugged. "That probably means one of two things."

"What?" I frowned.

"That either you were picking up on some signals from Megan that she wanted to be dominated," mom replied. "Or that there is a part of you that's interested in seeing what it feels like to be dominated. I mean, look at your sister. She likes to be controlled by you, but she also likes to control Rhonda and me." I didn't think the first was possible and I certainly didn't agree with the second.

"The third possibility is that I felt Megan's challenge and was ready to do whatever it took to control her whether she wanted it or not."

"No, that's not you," my mother insisted. "Besides, even if it was the situation, you left before it got out of hand." I was too tired to argue and I realized I'd let the conversation move away from trying to help mom.

"Mom, the important fact here is that you realize I was going to be this way whether what happened with you and I occurred or not. And frankly, the fact that it did happen with you was probably the best thing for me. It's let me accept what I'm learning about myself far more easily then I think I could have otherwise."

"Maybe," mom said slowly. "But what about your sister? And Rhonda?"

"Lisa is Lisa," I shrugged. "She doesn't seem remotely upset by what happening. Let's be honest, she's your daughter and you would know if this was affecting her badly." I waited until mom nodded in acceptance.

"You know," mom said slowly. "Lisa told me that the reason why she didn't want to make love to me at first was because deep down she was always afraid that she was a lesbian?"

"I had no idea," I said in surprise.

"She's not really," my mother continued. "She's just bisexual like her mother." Mom shook her head and blushed slightly before adding, "I think that her finding out the way she did was probably best."

"Exactly," I smiled. "And Rhonda? Well, first of all I love her. I honestly believe we were meant to be together."

"I can't argue that," mom smiled.

"But even if we weren't," I continued. "She needed to get away from Megan. She doesn't talk a lot about it, but I think Megan was getting more and more abusive."

"She was," mom said. Somehow I wasn't surprised that Rhonda had talked to mom. I think one of the biggest benefits for Rhonda in joining our family is the mothering mom just did naturally. I'd only met her parents a couple of times and they seemed nice enough, but they clearly weren't what their kids needed, at least in some ways.

"So then," I smiled. "The only person involved in all of this who might be adversely affected is you, and you just admitted that you were the happiest you've ever been."

"True," mom said, pulling the sheet up under my chin again. "You've given me a lot to think about. Now get some sleep."

She leaned forward and moved to kiss my forehead again. I noticed her blouse fall open as she did so. Her full breasts caught my interest despite my being exhausted. I reached up and cupped one before she moved away.




Mom's Bed Ch. 06



"I thought you were tired?" mom asked, smiling ever so slightly. Her face was only inches from mine and I knew that she was excited for some reason. I'm sure part of it was from watching Lisa and Rhonda from their doorway, but that was some time ago. I guessed that our conversation had helped mom accept things the way they were and she felt good about it, really good.

"Not as much as I thought," I said, pulled her lips to mine and kissing her. Mom accepted my kiss, but then tried to pull away.

"After you sleep," she said. "You need to rest."

"Not going to happen," I said more aggressively as I pulled mom into her own bed. I saw her eyes light up despite her protests.

"Brian, this can wait!" she cried, trying to climb out of the bed. I threw the sheet off and rolled on top of her before she could escape.

"No it can't," I said, smiling down at her lustfully. "You know, the one thing we didn't talk about was the simple fact that what we're sharing is incest and that it's wrong."

"So terribly wrong!" mom gasped as I took off her blouse. I knew just how much she loved the fact that I was her son.

"But you like that, don't you?" I asked, leaning forward and brushing my tongue against her nipples.

"No!" mom cried. "What kind of a mother do you think I am? That's sick!"

"The best kind!" I growled, pulling off her skirt. We were both now naked. I was on top of my mother. She reached between us and stroked my cock for a few seconds before rubbing it up and down her wet entrance. "Mom, I want to start the week off right and I can't think of a better way. After all, this all started with you and I."

"I was drunk!"she cried.

"But you're not now," I said, pushing the head of my cock against her opening.

"No, I'm not!" she moaned. "And we have to stop right now." Yet, she did nothing to push me away.

"You're forgetting something though," I said, leaning over and whispering in her ear now. I pushed just a little bit of my cock inside of her. Mom gasped out. "You see, mother or not, you're mine and I want you!"

"Take me then!" mom cried, no longer bothering with the pretence that she wanted me to stop. "Take what's yours!"

"Always!" I whispered, nipping at her ear slightly before thrusting the rest of my cock deep inside of her.

"Yes!" mom cried out, spreading her legs as wide as she could to accept even more of my cock. She was soaked and my cock slipped in and out easily enough. Mom moaned almost constantly from the moment I started until her the orgasm took her.

I heard a noise by the door and turned. Rhonda was standing there naked and sweaty from her fun with my sister. Her body glistened and I could see that her ass was red from my sister's spanking. Our eyes met and I felt the connection that was always present. She smiled sexily and moved toward the bed. She took a moment to kiss me. She tasted like Lisa, but I didn't mind at all.

"That's it mom!" Rhonda said, getting in bed next to my mother and caressing her face. "Take Brian's big cock! Feel it stretch you to your limit. Feel your son's hardness as he gets close to filling you with his cum!"

"Kiss me!" my mother demanded. I'm not sure if she was talking to Rhonda or me, but it didn't matter. Rhonda leaned down and kissed my mother. I watched as their tongues danced in each other's mouths. Rhonda reached down with one hand and started rubbing my mom's clit as I rode her toward her next orgasm. I noticed mom's hand slip under Rhonda as well.

"Don't stop!" mom cried, but I did. I wanted to remind mom who was in control. "No!" I pulled out of my mother's pussy and looked at Rhonda. She was clearly ready to do whatever I asked. You have no idea how good that felt.

"Roll her over on her stomach," I said. Rhonda did without comment.

"No!" mom cried once more. "Not my ass! Please don't take my ass!" I looked at Rhonda and we exchange a grin. Mom was always good at letting me know what she wanted.

"You shouldn't have said that," Rhonda said. "Now your son is going to shove his big, fat cock all the way up your ass!"

"No!" mom cried, but she lifted her ass into the air.

"Make sure she's ready," I said to Rhonda. My girl smiled happily and leaned forward. Her mouth found my mother's ass and she wasted no time making sure my cock would meet little resistance when it came time. I watched and shook my head. Rhonda was amazing.

"No!" mom cried again. "Don't do that! It's so dirty!" I saw mom try and slip a hand between her own legs. I stopped her. She groaned. "Brian please!"

"No," I said with a calm confidence, holding her hands above her head.

Rhonda continued to lick my mother's ass until I finally stopped her. I think she would have continued forever if I let her. She sat up and smiled hungrily. Her face was wet, but she seemed oblivious.

"She's ready," Rhonda offered. I slapped my mom's and she groaned, holding it up once more as high as it would go.

"I would say so," I grinned, getting behind my mother. I looked at Rhonda and added, "Hold her down. I want her to know that I'm taking her ass because it's mine."

"Yes!" mom cried as I slowly sunk my cock deep into her ass. There was some initial resistance, but once I was passed that I moved in easily.

"How does it feel to have your own son's cock deep inside of you?" Rhonda asked, holding my mother arms in place.

"It's terrible!" mom cried. "And so wrong! I'm his mother and not only is he fucking me, but he's doing it to my ass! Make him stop!"

"I can't," Rhonda offered. "You're his. So am I."

"I can't be his!" mom groaned. "I'm his mother. Mother's can't belong to their sons." That caught my interest. I leaned forward until my mouth was next to her ear once more.

"But you do," I whispered lustfully. "You belong to me!"

"Never!" mom cried.

"Always," I growled, slamming my cock harder. "Tell me you're mine!"

"No!"

I knew it hurt when I fucked her ass like this, but mom loved it. Besides, I needed for her to admit the truth before her nearing orgasm took her. I shifted up and started seriously ramming her ass. Mom cried out constantly, but refused to admit what we both knew to be true. After a while I realized that I was having problems of my own holding back my orgasm.

"Mine!" I growled, driving even harder.

"Admit it!" Rhonda cried, obviously excited by the contest going on between my mother and me. "Tell you son that you're his slut!"

"Tell me or I stop right now!" I grunted. I would have to or I'd lose, and neither one of us wanted that. Mom didn't immediately answer so I slow down. That was all it took.

"I'm yours!" mom cried. "You know that! Now please finish me!"

"Not until I mark you once more," I growled, not stopping, but not speeding up again either. "You obviously need a reminder."

Rhonda took mom's hair and moved it to the side. I noticed that her neck was unblemished. The sight of it pale and waiting for my attention got to me on some deep and dark level. I leaned forward and kissed the back of my mother's neck before marking it.

"Mine," I said confidently.

"Always," mom groaned.

"The way it should be," Rhonda put in, slapping mom's ass once, surprisingly hard. Mom gasped in pain and pleasure.

I started working my cock in and out of her ass faster. It wasn't long before I was giving her everything I had. I took my mother's wrists in mine and pulled back, lifting her shoulders and chest off the bed as I rammed in and out of her ass. Rhonda reached out and pinched mom's nipples with one hand. The other was busy at her own pussy. My mother erupted under me. I followed a moment later, blasting my cum deep inside her ass.

Rhonda quickened the pace she was using on her own clit. She was obvious in need of release herself. As I watched she started slapping it. That meant she was close. I was surprised that in the middle of my mother's orgasm mom not only noticed what was going on, but somehow twisted and got her mouth on Rhonda's pussy. I let go of mom's arms and grabbed hold of her hips as I continued to pound and fill her ass. Mom shivered and shook under me, but that didn't stop her from helping Rhonda join us. A moment later my mother was drinking my girlfriend's hot juices down.

The three of us lay there panting for quite some time afterward. We'd shifted only enough for Mom and Rhonda to rest their heads on my shoulders.

"You know," Rhonda finally said. "I had no idea it could be like this. Thank you so much for welcoming me into your family." Mom and I exchanged a glance. She smiled and nodded, remembering our conversation.

"We're happy to have you," mom smiled.

"Lucky even," I put in.

"I don't know about that," I heard my sister Lisa say from the doorway. "I took a long shower and missed everything again."

"Just the beginning of everything," I laughed. "Not everything."

"I thought you were tired?" mom grinned.

"I am," I laughed. "But look at Lisa. How could I possibly leave her like that?" My sister's hair was still wet from the shower. She looked amazing as always.

"I'll take care of her," mom said, climbing out of the bed. "You get some sleep. It's going to be a long week."

"I'll help with Lisa," Rhonda offered, starting to stand as well.

"No you don't!" I laughed, pulling her back. "At least not yet. I need you to hold me until I fall asleep. You can join them after that."

"We'll see you in a couple of minutes," mom smiled. "I'd like some time alone with Lisa anyway. She tastes amazing right after she showers."

"Mom! That's terrible!" Lisa said, but I knew she was just joking. So did mom. She pulled a protesting Lisa from the doorway.

I pulled Rhonda close and kissed her. It didn't take long for my cock to harden despite just filling my mom's ass. Rhonda gasped when my hand drifted to her pussy. She was still wet.

"I thought you were tired?" she moaned.

"I am," I replied. "But I think it's important that you know I love you."

"If you want to do that," Rhonda smiled sexily. "Then take me the way you just did your mother. That was so hot!"

"You want me to ride you hard?"

"Yes," Rhonda replied without any guilt or reticence. I loved that about her. Rhonda was the most open person I'd ever met when it came to sex. I'd have to thank Megan for that one day soon. Okay, probably not.

"You want me to take your ass?" I asked as I kissed her once more.

"That sounds amazing!" she replied. "And I want you to hold my arms like you did your mother's and lift me off the bed. I want to feel powerless under you!"

"Is that all you want?" I growled, feeling myself responding to her words. So much for sleep.

"No," she said, looking deep into my eyes. "I want you to mark me as yours again. I want to feel your mouth on my neck, claiming me as yours and yours alone."

Rhonda rolled over onto her stomach and lifted her ass, inviting me to take what was mine. She took her hair and moved it to the side, letting me see her neck.

I still had some concerns about what I was learning about myself despite mom's comments, but they didn't matter at that moment. I saw the love and trust in Rhonda's eyes. I felt my need to dominate combine with her need to submit and that was all I could focus on. That was all I was willing to focus on.

"Mine!" I growled, putting the head of my cock at the entrance to her ass.

"Body and soul!" she cried out as she pushed back and accepted me into her depths. She meant what she said with every fiber of her being. I knew that like I never knew anything else before.

I fell on Rhonda's, marking her neck and making us both happy despite the knowledge that it was unnecessary. Rhonda was mine and always would be. We didn't need a mark to know that. My girl lifted her arms behind her, letting me know what she wanted. I grabbed them roughly and pulled. Rhonda cried out in pain and pleasure.

It didn't take long for us both to cum. My exhausted at that point overwhelmed me. I rolled off of Rhonda so that she could go join my mother and sister, but instead she spooned with me and pulled my arm over her. I heard her sigh in content as I drifted off to sleep with her still in my arms. Life was good. Hell, it was great!

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"Brian, wake up!"

I groaned and opened my eyes. I was alone in bed. I glanced at the clock and saw that I'd actually slept a pretty long time despite still being groggy. It was morning.

"Brian! Are you awake yet?"

I shifted my gaze to the side of mom's bed. Lisa was standing there. Her expression made me blink and sit up. Something was wrong and it was bad. Lisa looked worried.

"What's wrong?" I asked, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

"It's Rhonda," my sister said succinctly. "She's gone."

"Gone?" I asked in disbelief. "That's impossible."

"I thought so too," my sister sighed. "But I just went looking for her and she's nowhere to be found."

"Maybe she went out?" I offered, still fighting to gather my wits.

"Little brother, don't you think I thought of that?" Lisa snapped. She was obviously upset. I decided not to make an issue of her tone at the moment.

"I don't understand," I said, standing now and reaching for my clothes.

"Her room is empty," my sister explained, holding something out toward me. "No clothes, nothing. Only a letter on her dresser for you." I took it and opened it slowly. I had to read it three times before it sank in.

"She went back to her sister Megan," I said, my own words sounding hollow to me. I sat back down on the bed.

"Not willingly," mom said from the doorway. "At least I don't think so."

"That's not what her letter says," I said glumly, holding it up. My mother didn't bother taking it.

"Brian, Rhonda was happy here," she said, moving into the room and sitting next to me. "You know that. She was relieved to be out from under her sister's control. Besides, she loves you. She would never leave you, especially not like this."

I frowned as I thought about Rhonda and what mom was saying. It didn't take long for me to see that mom had to be right. It was too out of character. I didn't care what the letter said. Rhonda loved me with every ounce of her being. I would swear to that. I loved her too. So then why did she leave?

"Megan," I said softly, the truth obvious. I repeated her name with more confidence. This had to be her doing.

"What could she have or do that would make Rhonda go back to her?" Lisa frowned.

"It would have to be big," mom put in. "Rhonda loves her older sister, but she's also been very frightened of her since she came to live with us. Megan felt betrayed and angry when she learned what happened between you two. She promised all kinds of cruelties when Rhonda returned. I don't think Megan's the type to make idle threats."

"No, she's not," I said confidently as an odd coldness began to take over my mind and body.

I thought hard for a moment. In the end, it wasn't difficult to figure out. Rhonda didn't care about material things. Megan had let her know in no uncertain terms when they were growing up that everything belonged to her so Rhonda never grew any serious ties to objects. That left only people. Megan had no control over me, mom or Lisa and she wouldn't be stupid enough to try anything there. She knew how I'd react and I don't think she wanted another confrontation with me.

I was momentarily concerned about my cousin Francis because I knew he still got together with her despite my warnings, but Rhonda would have come to me if Megan had threatened him. No, it had to be someone she loved and cared for. That left only their family.

Rhonda and Megan's parents seemed happily oblivious to Megan dominance over Rhonda and both sisters had a strong aversion to ever letting them know the truth. That left only one person.

"Gabby," I said, knowing I was right.

"Their little sister?" mom asked in surprise.

"Rhonda did her best to protect Gabby and keep her away from Megan's cruelties," I explained. "She felt that her little sister was safe when she turned eighteen and went to away to college."

"Hmm," Lisa said thoughtfully. "Rhonda received a phone call last night from her little sister. From what I overheard I think Gabby's changed her plans and decided to spend the summer home. Rhonda didn't seem upset or anything. She just got quiet after the call."

"That's not a good sign," I sighed. "Rhonda won't show anger or fear. Hell, she won't even raise her voice unless it's related to pleasing someone. She's never been allowed to. She just becomes quiet."

"I'm sorry! I should have known," my sister said, shaking her head.

"It's not your fault," I disagreed. "It's Megan's. Only I'm not sure how yet."

"Isn't it obvious?" mom asked. "I bet Megan was the one who convinced Gabby to come home for the summer. I bet she even offered to let her baby sister stay with her so that she wouldn't have to deal with their parents."

"You know," Lisa added. "Rhonda was on the phone an awfully long time and I was in and out of the kitchen while she talked. It's quite possible she hung up with Gabby and called Megan without me noticing."

"That sounds about right," I sighed, standing and starting to get dressed once again.

"Where are you going?" Lisa asked.

"To get Rhonda back," I replied as I shrugged on my shirt. "Where else?"

"Megan's not going to let her go easily," my sister added.

"I know," I said. "Especially when I tell her I'm taking Gabby as well."

"Brian..." mom began, but I was done talking. I looked at her and she froze in mid sentence. I was beyond angry and I guess it showed.

"It's time Megan and I have it out," I said coldly. "No one hurts the people I love. No one takes what's mine."

"I know," mom said slowly, her concern obvious. "Just be sure not to lose yourself in what you're planning. You need to be able to live with yourself afterward."

I didn't respond. I had no idea what to say. I had my fears about what I was turning into, but they were nothing compared to my concern for Rhonda. Our love was far from normal I guess, but there was no doubt it was true. I knew I would do what was necessary to get Rhonda back and to hell with the consequences.

I saw the concern in my mother's expression. She was afraid for me. I shook my head. She should have been afraid for Megan.

"Lisa, get dressed, you're coming," I said.

"Gladly," my sister said and left the room.

"Do you want..." my mother began. I cut her off and shook my head.

"No mom," I said. "I don't know how this is going to go, but I do know that it's no place for you."

"Because I'm a complete submissive," mom said sadly.

"Not really," I smiled, despite my anger. "It's because you're you. I'm going to need you here when we get back to do what you do. I have no idea what shape Rhonda's going to be in, but I do know she's going to need you to get through it. I don't think you realize how much your mothering helps us all."

"I do love her like a daughter," mom sighed.

"I know that," I said, hugging her close. "So does Rhonda. She'll need that love to get past whatever Megan does to her."

"Go," mom said releasing me. "The longer she stays under Megan's control the worst it will be."

I let go of mom and left the room. My sister Lisa was standing by the front door. She looked ready for war. I nodded once. Lisa was mine, but she was also her own person. I wouldn't take that away from her because I loved my sister for what she was, not what I could make her. She cared a great deal about Rhonda and was willing to fight for her. I felt something similar, but in me there were also some emotions not nearly as nice.

I had a deep seated anger burning that would have frightened me if I were capable of fear at the moment. I wasn't. My rage was fraying the control I had over my need to dominate and control others. The irony wasn't lost on me, but I saw no humor in it.




Mom's Bed Ch. 06



I shook my head. I fell asleep the evening before feeling happy and content. That mood was completely gone. How could things have changed so dramatically in less than a day? There was only one answer. Megan.

I remembered how she looked the last time I saw her, naked and challenging me. I'd walked away instead of accept that challenge. It was the right thing to do, but I wouldn't do it this time. I could accept my failing because of my love for Rhonda. What I couldn't accept was just how much I craved that confrontation.

Megan meant nothing compared to Rhonda. I didn't like her or her attitude, but I couldn't deny my attraction to her or my desire to make her mine. She'd made a mistake by taking Rhonda from me. It would cost her. It would cost me too. The only question was how much and I wouldn't know that until we were in front of each other once more. What I did know was that before this was done we'd known which one of us was the true dominant.



Mom's Bed Ch. 07



Author's note: This is not one of my more 'traditional' stories. It contains dominance, lesbianism, incest and S&M. 

Regards,

JD

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It was a beautiful morning. The heat from the day before was gone and a comfortable breeze brought the fragrant aromas of early summer. The sun shined bright and clean. It was one of those rare days. You know the type. A day like this might be remembered for years to come. I was certain that I would never forget it. I just wasn't sure how what kind of memories it would bring and it had nothing to do with the weather.

"Um Brian," my sister began, her tone nervous, determined and more than a little excited. "Why are we just sitting here?" We were parked on the side of the road only half way to our destination.

"I'm thinking," I replied, rubbing my temples. I knew it wasn't much of an answer, but it was all I had to offer at the moment. My mind raced. I had a clear goal when we left the house. It was still there, but something else had hit me on the way and I needed time to digest it. Lisa looked at me carefully, saw my expression and thankfully decided to wait out my silence. 

I'm not sure how long we sat like that, but eventually I pulled back into traffic. I didn't offer a reason for stopping despite my sister looking at me expectantly. I was sure she would ask, but she didn't. It suddenly struck me as odd that my older sister was acting the way she was. Lisa was never shy about grilling me on things in the past. Then again, things had changed a lot between us. Now was not the time to push me and she knew it. 

We arrived at our destination and got out of the car. I looked at the apartment building in front of us and frowned. I wasn't ready to go in yet. I stood there staring off into the distance. Lisa waited in silence for a few moments before finally asking a question.

"Now what? I mean, it's not like she's going to let us just walk right in." 

There was no need for her to mention who the 'she' was by name. It's not like I could forget Megan. After all, she had taken the woman I loved from me. 

This was my fight, but it felt good to have my sister with me. She was the only person I could trust enough to bring along. I loved mom, but she wouldn't be able to deal with what was about to happen. Hell, I wasn't sure I could.

"And how exactly is she going to stop us?" I asked in reply, my tone cold, my anger obvious. I was fighting hard not to lose it. 

I'd never cared for someone the way I did Rhonda. She had convinced me that she felt the same and I believed her. I woke up this morning, found her gone and was ready to storm her older sister's apartment to get the woman I loved back. I was on my way to do exactly that when a sudden realization hit me. 

I thought Rhonda and I would be together forever, yet one call from Megan and she disappeared without a word. Okay, she'd left a note and I was reasonably certain her older sister had blackmailed Rhonda, but on some level it didn't matter. 

Intellectually, I understood Rhonda's choice. She was always protective of her younger sister Gabby, especially when it came to Megan. I was pretty sure that her older sister had used that to blackmail Rhonda into returning to her. It made all the sense in the world except for one detail. Rhonda was mine.

She said she'd given herself to me body and soul, but on the car ride over I realized it wasn't true. She couldn't have left me if it were, not even for her little sister. That's why I pulled off the road. That's why I hesitated now. I was stunned by my own emotions at the situation, but that didn't make them any less real. I was as angry with Rhonda as I was with Megan, maybe even more so. I didn't necessarily like myself for feeling the way I did, but it was what it was. 

I almost turned the car around twice on the way over despite my commitment to getting Rhonda back. The truth was that I wasn't really sure what to do with her once I reclaimed her from Megan. I might be able to forgive her in time. I just wasn't sure I could forget. My mind was a complete jumble. 

The only thing worse than fighting to control the rage welling up inside of me was coping with how much worse it became when it mixed with my fear, and I was honest enough with myself to admit I was frightened. It wasn't of Megan or the coming fight though. It was of what came afterward. I knew deep down that I loved and wanted Rhonda in my life, but I also needed to trust her to be mine like she promised.

"Well, Megan could call the police," Lisa replied with a frown. I blinked twice and then shook my head. It was too late to stop now. I might be confused about Rhonda, but I wasn't about her older sister. She was a cruel, controlling bitch and it was time we had it out.

"Not Megan," I said confidently as we started moving again. "She'll want to rub what's happened in. The best way to do that is let me see what she's done to Rhonda."

"It's going to be bad," Lisa said, swallowing hard once. I nodded, but didn't comment because I was afraid I'd say something that would shock my sister. Something like Rhonda was getting what she deserved. I might feel revolted by the thought, but that didn't mean a part of me didn't believe it. 

'What kind of a man loves a woman and can feel that way?' I asked myself. The only answers that came to mind didn't help in the least. I took a deep breath and let it out. It only helped a little, just enough for me to admit that I was hurting bad and feeling betrayed and that probably now wasn't the best time to come to any conclusions about Rhonda, myself or our relationship.

"Brian?" Lisa asked when I remained silent. My sister had no idea what was going through my head and I didn't know how she would react once she learned the truth. Hell, I was still trying to come to grips with it myself. 

It might disgust her so much that she would leave. Deep down I knew that I'd let her. Lisa was mine, but she was also my sister. I wanted her to be happy more than I wanted her to be mine. I couldn't say the same for Rhonda. Maybe I didn't love her enough. Maybe I loved her too much.

I'd been forced to see myself in a different light over the last twenty-four hours, but it wasn't a complete surprise. I had months to see it coming. My dominance over my mother, sister and Rhonda was benevolent up to now, but it was there just the same. I doubted there would be anything benign about how I reacted to Rhonda from this point forward. She'd forfeited that when she left me. I also didn't expect that what was about to happen with Megan would fall under any sense of the words benevolent or benign. 

Megan was nothing like her sister, but still, I wanted her. I wanted to control her and make her mine. I had from the first, only I was too frightened of what I was becoming at the time to act on it. That was no longer true. The ironic part was that after Rhonda gave herself to me nothing would ever have come of my desire for her older sister if Megan had just left what was mine alone. She hadn't and now there was no stopping what the darkest part of me wanted.

"Lisa," I said suddenly, facing my sister. "I don't think you're going to like what's coming. Maybe you should go back home."

"No little brother," she said confidently. "I'm not letting you go in there alone. We've always been there for each other and something like this isn't going to change that. I won't let you face Megan alone."

"I appreciate that," I said slowly. "But I don't think you understand. I'm not worried about Megan. I'm worried about what she'll bring out in me." Lisa tilted her head ever so slightly and looked at me. 

"You don't think I know that?" she finally asked. "Just because you haven't said anything, don't think I don't know what's going through your head."

"You don't," I disagreed. Lisa actually laughed briefly. I frowned in confusion. My sister saw and sighed, growing serious.

"Brian, you are my younger brother and still, I let you mark me as yours," she said, meeting my eyes. "It wasn't the heat of the moment that made me do that. It wasn't done lightly. I gave myself to you and despite mom saying that one day I'll leave and start my own family, deep down I know that's not true. So do you. I've let you mark me a half dozen times since that first time."

"Lisa..." I began, but she cut me off. It irritated me, but I knew Lisa did it out of love.

"Do you really think I would have given myself to you if I didn't know you well enough to predict what you're feeling?" my sister asked. I rubbed my hand through my hair. It didn't help the confused thoughts battled inside my head.

"I'm not the man you think I am," I sighed. "Not today. I'm barely holding it together and it scares the hell out of me!"

"I know," my sister said, pulling me into a hug. I accepted it stiffly. "Don't let it. You know you aren't the only one who's been thinking about what's happened to our family ever since this all began. The only difference is that I accepted it a long time ago. I never knew the void I had in my life until you filled it. Brian, never doubt that you're a good man."

I pushed my sister back at arm's length for a moment. I looked into her eyes and saw that she meant it, every word of it. I kissed her once with surprising passion. She looked up at me afterward and I saw everything she was trying to tell me in that moment. She was mine. She wanted to be mine. She had no reservations about it. I hugged her tight. Maybe I was uncertain of Rhonda, but after tonight I'd never be about Lisa again.

"You're not the monster you think you are," my sister continued. "It's time you stopped fighting against your true nature and accepted yourself as you are. I do. That's why I let you mark me as yours. You're the only man I'd willingly let dominate me. Mom feels the same way although she says it differently."

"And what about Rhonda?" I found myself asking.

"Ah, and now we come to the crux of the issue," my sister said, stepping back and looking up into my eyes once more. 

"Rhonda said she was mine and I thought she meant it," I said, the hurt obvious in my voice. "But suddenly on the car ride over I realized it couldn't be true. If it were, she wouldn't have left the way she did."

"You're right," Lisa said, surprising me. "I was afraid of this, but not really surprised."

"I don't understand," I frowned. 

"Brian, Rhonda loves you," my sister smiled sadly. "Never doubt that. And she wants to be yours, but its not that simple. You don't just walk away from the years of domination Megan had over Rhonda. I don't think it's humanly possible. You're acting like Rhonda had a choice and she didn't."

I'm sure I looked completely stunned as what my sister said sunk it. It made so much sense that I was surprised I couldn't see it without my sister pointing it out. It was all so obviousness now. 

"How could I have been so stupid?" I found myself asking. 

"Young love," Lisa laughed. "The only way to truly make Rhonda yours is to break her sister's hold on her."

Suddenly, I was in full control of myself again. Oh, I was mad as hell at a lot of things, but that was okay. I could fix them now. I thought Rhonda chose Megan over me, but that wasn't it at all. You have to have control to make a choice and Megan had stripped Rhonda of that a long time ago. It was amazing that my girl was able to hold off returning to her sister as long as she did. That had to be love.

"Either that or just break Megan altogether," I grinned coldly, no longer worried at how my sister would react. Lisa shrugged.

"Anything you want," she said. "You're the boss." And for the first time since all of this started happening, I truly accepted it on every level as the truth. I was done worrying about things that didn't matter. I was done feeling guilty for being the way I was. I was finally firmly in control of myself and it was time to take back what was mine.

There was a chance that mom was right about Megan. Deep down, maybe Rhonda's older sister wanted me to dominate her. If not, I'd break her hold on what was mine and leave. If so...well, then things would get interesting.

"Let's go," I said confidently. I walked into the apartment building ready to do what was necessary. Lisa was right behind me. I knocked at Megan's door and waited. It didn't take very long for it to open. Despite my confidence, I wasn't quite prepared for who answered the door. It was my cousin Francis. He was wearing a collar, a black harness of some sort, a codpiece that barely covered him and not much else. I couldn't help my momentary revulsion. If I had any doubts about being a dominant, seeing Francis like this cured them instantly. 

"The mistress asked that I welcome you to her home," he said formerly, holding the door open.

"Jesus Francis!" Lisa cried in surprise, but then she shook her head and added, "I hope you're happy." It was difficult for me to accept what I saw, but my sister was right. It wasn't our place to judge our cousin. He'd made his choices just like we'd made ours. Francis stood silently waiting for us to go inside. Lisa looked at me and added more softly, "Toto, we're not in Kansas anymore." I nodded in agreement and walked past Francis. Despite my confidence I can't say that I didn't feel some trepidation about what was about to happen.

"Ah, company!" Megan said with a cold smile as we walked into her living room. I couldn't deny that she looked good. Megan was wearing a revealing black dress that showed off her ample breasts rather nicely. She was done up as if she were ready for a party. I guess she was in a way. 

I don't know what I was expecting, but the living room looked pretty much the same as the last time I saw it. At least that's what I thought until I stepped further into the room and saw the 'end table' next to the couch. It was Rhonda on her hands and knees, tied in what had to be an uncomfortable position. She was gagged, but not blindfolded. She was looking at me, but I wasn't sure what I read in her eyes. 

My eyes shifted to the couch. There was a young woman sitting there who looked enough like Rhonda and Megan despite her dirty blond hair and light green eyes for me to realize it had to be Gabby. The youngest sister was built slimmer than her older siblings. I thought she might be prettier too, but it was hard to tell at the moment. She was frowning and was clearly uncomfortable. She had probably learned things about both sister last night that confused and maybe even frightened her. I shrugged and move my eyes back to Rhonda. 

"I see you've noticed my lamp," Megan said, acting as if she thought my interest was in the light balanced on her sister's back instead of Rhonda herself. "Isn't it gorgeous? It's part of a set. They're not really matching, but they do go together so nicely."

I took another step into the living room because I couldn't see the other end table. That's when I received the worst surprise of the night. The second 'end table' was my cousin Gloria. She was tied and gagged similarly to Rhonda, but in her eyes I saw humiliation and fear. I couldn't imagine Gloria willingly accepting Megan as her mistress like Francis had. That left only one possibility. I looked at Francis, but he refused to meet my gaze. I understood. 

"Ah, that lamp was much harder to come by," Megan was saying. "I needed Francis's help to acquire it. The old owner was very resistant in giving it up." I wasn't sure if she was talking about Bobby or Gloria herself. I guess it didn't matter.

"The lamps are lovely," I said in a controlled voice. "But it's the end tables that interest me. I want them both." I glanced at Gabby and saw that she was clearly horrified with what was going on, but I also noticed that she hadn't made any more to leave and she wasn't tied up like Rhonda and Gloria. Interesting. 

"They're not for sale," Megan said with a cold smile. 

My mind was racing as I fought to come to grips with everything. My eyes drifted back to Rhonda and my cousin. Seeing them like this made me learn something interesting about myself. Despite my desire to be dominant, I wasn't into humiliation. I didn't find the sight of Rhonda or Gloria enjoyable in any way. 

"I didn't think they were," I replied easily. Megan looked at me and clapped her hands twice, rather loudly. The door to her bedroom opened and two guys dressed similarly to Francis came out, only they were far bigger than my cousin and looked ready for trouble. 

"Seriously?" I snorted. "Don't you think the clapping was a little much?" She ignored my jibe.

"You're not taking my end tables away from me," she said confidently. The two guys looked at me threateningly and I can't deny they were impressively big, but their outfits, especially the collars struck me as counterproductive. They reminded me that despite the guys' size, they somehow let themselves be controlled by Megan. 

Sure, she could be a dominating bitch, but there was no way she could have controlled them without them wanting it that way. The two giants were obviously submissive. I knew that didn't mean they weren't dangerous, but the whole situation seemed suddenly funny and I laughed. Megan lost her triumphant grin for the first time. She looked confused. Good. It was a start.

"I wasn't planning on it," I said as if I hadn't a care in the world. "But you're going to give them to me."

"Do you want to bet?" she snorted in disagreement. 

"Hmm, that's an idea," I said thoughtfully as my mind put the beginning on a plan together. I needed to get Rhonda, possibly Gabby and now my cousin Gloria away from Megan. I clearly couldn't just take them without a fight, not that that would stop me if it came down to it, but there were other options. 

I probably could call the cops based on Gloria's expression because I didn't think she was fully under Megan's control like Francis and Rhonda were, but that would be very public and not really solve the problem long term. Oh, I'd do it for my cousin's sake if I couldn't come up with a better plan, but I was beginning to see a possible solution. 

"Megan, this is obviously about more than just Rhonda," I said. "Otherwise, you wouldn't have set this whole thing up. You wouldn't have taken Gloria against her will. What is it that you want?" She looked surprised for a moment, but then she smiled in a way that made her look very sexy.

"Why, you of course," she replied with a light laugh. "And now your sister too. She's really very pretty you know."

"Thanks," Lisa said sarcastically.

"Although she'll need some additional training," Megan said in annoyance. "You really should have more control of your slaves." Her last word sent a chill of disgust down my spine. Slave. What a horrible word. 

It was at that moment that I saw the main difference between Megan and me. I didn't have any slaves. I never would. Slaves were people who had their freedom taken from them, willingly or not. I could never do that. I only dominated women who gave themselves to me. Both Lisa and Rhonda had done that. So had mom, although in her case I had to read between the lines because her words didn't match her desires. 

For a woman like Megan the word slave connotated that a person was somehow less. To me, the women I cared for and accepted as mine were more. To the casual observer the difference might not be obvious, but it was there just the same.

It made me have to rethink some things very quickly. I'd come over here ready to force Megan to give me back what I considered mine. I knew that doing so would entail a confrontation between us and I was fine with that because the truth was that I wanted Megan too. I wanted her to be mine. I thought I was ready to take her no matter what, but that wasn't true. I wouldn't take her against her will. The question was, would it really be against her will? I doubt she knew the answer to that question herself. There was only one way to find out.




Mom's Bed Ch. 07



"I don't really have the patience for these types of games," I said succinctly. "I want Rhonda back. Also, release my cousin Gloria. She obviously doesn't want to be here."

"Give me time," Megan promised. Francis suddenly looked miserable and even the two muscle bound guys shared an uncomfortable look. I was missing something.

"You do realize that kidnapping and rape are against the law?" Lisa asked, distracting me.

"No one was raped," Megan replied. "Although, I may have had a little fun with her while I taught her some humility." I felt a strong urge to crush her lips to mine and wipe the smile from her face, but it was fleeting. I controlled myself and watched the faces of everyone in the room as she continued. "And as far as kidnapping goes, Francis invited his sister here and she came willingly. What happened afterward, well everyone who was here will say she agreed to participate if the police are called." I was only half paying attention as I took in the reaction of the others. The truth finally hit me. 

"You've never taken someone against their will before, have you?" I asked, shaking my head. "Not really. You were so angry at me and Rhonda that you let yourself get out of control."

"I'm in complete control!" Megan snapped in a voice loud enough to make it obvious just how untrue the statement was.

"You'd better be careful," I continued. "You've already stepped over the line with Gloria and that's going to cost you, even if she decides not to press charges."

"She won't," Megan insisted. "Not after I'm through with her. Besides, like I said, it's her word against ours." There was no way I was leaving Gloria here. Rhonda's older sister had to know that on some level, but she wasn't being particularly rational and because of that there was no point in trying to convince her to let my cousin go.

"You brought up the possibility of a bet," I said, refocusing the conversation. It wasn't quite true, but I figured it was better if she thought so. "I want Rhonda and Gloria. You don't want to give them up. How about we agree on a bet and whoever loses gives up all rights to them?"

"They're already mine," Megan answered. "Why would I agree to a bet like this?"

"A couple of reason actually," I replied. "First, you want to beat me more than anything else. This will give you that chance. And second, you know this will get pretty ugly before it's over if we don't find a way to settle it peacefully. There's a good chance that things will get out of hand and people will get hurt. There's also a chance that your parents will finally find out about it all."

Okay, so it wasn't a particularly subtle threat, but I could live with that. I needed Megan to take my offer seriously. The funny part was how well it worked. I could see it in her expression. Did she really think that if I called the police about Gloria her parents wouldn't find out anyway? Like I said before, Megan clearly wasn't in control or thinking straight, at least not where it came to anything having to so with me.

"What bet do you have in mind?" she asked. I could feel my heart beat pick up slightly. A lot depended on her reaction to my idea. 

"It's simple really. This has always been about you and me, ever since we met and came close to seeing who would come out in control you've regretted not letting it play itself out." It was the truth and we both knew it, but so was what I was about to add, "I have too." 

"You don't think I'm going back into my bedroom with you alone, do you?" she asked. "I mean I want you, but I'm not stupid enough for that." It was time to lay my plan out in detail.

"Actually, what I'm expecting is that you'll come home with me and do whatever I say," I explained. "You can quit anytime you want and I'll let you leave and go home."

"And why would I agree to that?" she snorted.

"Because after that, I'll reverse roles and come here with you," I answered. "At least until I've lasted longer than you did. Whoever lasts the longest wins the bet."

"Interesting," she said thoughtfully. "But why should I go first?"

"Afraid of what I might do?" I challenged. She actually laughed.

"I've spoken to Rhonda," she said. "I know exactly what you're capable of doing and it's not remotely enough to make me quit, but I don't like the idea of it being open ended. Let's say we cut the time off at a week."

"But what if we both make the week?" I asked.

"Then nothing changes," Megan replied with a shrug. "You have to beat me to win."

"In that case, let's make it a month." A week was too short for what I was planning. A month might be as well, but I had the feeling that she wouldn't go for any time greater than that.

"It's a moot point anyway. I don't like the bet. No deal."

"What's the problem?" I asked. If she turned me down cold then I had the answer to my mother's question. If Megan wanted to be submissive to me, even subconsciously, then this bet should be interesting to her.

"I want something more if I win," she said. "You're not losing anything you already have. That doesn't seem fair."

I didn't quite smile. I had no idea what I'd use to 'sweeten the pot', but I had her. She wasn't unwilling to agree to the bet. There was a good chance that meant that mom was right about Megan's inner desires.

"If I win, I get your sister." Megan was smiling cruelly as she said it. The triumphant feeling disappeared instantly. 

"Not going to happen" I said emphatically.

"That's the deal," Megan shrugged. "Take it or leave it." 

"No," I said succinctly. "I won't bet my sister."

"Like I said, those are the only terms I'm willing to accept." My mind raced again, but I couldn't come up with anything else that might interest her. I'd have to find another way. I refused to use my sister that way.

"Brian, it's okay," Lisa said suddenly. "I have faith in you." It wasn't her faith that was in question. It was the assumptions I was making by offering this bet. It was too risky. 

I was just about to turn the bet down again when I noticed Gabby's expression. The youngest sister clearly wasn't happy with this situation. She was looking at Megan in an odd mixture of disgust and something else that I couldn't place at first. She had remained silent the whole time and I caught myself wondering what she was thinking.

"If I agree to this," I heard myself say. I knew I wouldn't, but I needed time to figure out what my subconscious was trying to tell me about Rhonda's baby sister. "The bet starts immediately. Rhonda and Gloria come with us when we leave."

"Sure, let's make it a family affair. We'll take Gabby and Francis too." Megan was trying to sound like she didn't care, but there was something in her voice that I made me think otherwise. I forgot about Gabby for a moment and focused on her oldest sister.

"No," I said.

"I'm not leaving Gabby here," Megan said a little too quickly and I smiled. Everything was starting to become clearer. I looked from Megan to her youngest sister and back again. After that, I took a long look at Rhonda as well and nodded slowly to myself. I hadn't realized just how much the sisters cared for each other. I know it sounds cold, but I could use that. 

"Gabby is welcome," I shrugged, being careful to sound uncaring. "It's Francis that's not."

"Why?" she asked. Lisa snorted and answered for me.

"Are you kidding? He's supposed to be Gloria's brother and he's letting you do this to her without her consent. There's a good change I'll beat the crap out of him the next time I see him," my sister replied. She then looked at Francis and added, "Don't think I can't either. And you'd better pray you don't bump into Brian. He'll do a lot worse."

"You know," Megan said thoughtfully. "You don't sound like you're particularly submissive."

"Only for the right man," my sister said, smiling at me briefly before turning toward Megan. "If you win this bet you might be surprised by the outcome."

"Doubtful," Megan laughed. "But it will be fun breaking you."

I wasn't really paying much attention to Lisa and Megan's interchange. I was still looking at my cousin Francis, trying to figure him out. It was impossible.

"You have every right to let Megan do whatever she wants to you," I said to him. "But what you did to your sister is wrong and you know it."

"It's not like he had a choice," Megan shrugged. "He's fully mine."

I realized that she was probably correct. I mean, if I was willing to accept Rhonda leaving me as beyond her control, wasn't it only fair that I accept Francis traitorous act for the same reason? I'd have to think about it, but deep down I knew it wouldn't matter in the end, even the answer was yes. Some issues are too emotional for reason. 

"So are we doing this or not?" Megan snapped. She acted as if it didn't matter, but I could hear the eagerness in her voice. It might be there because she was certain she'd win the bet, but then again, maybe not. 

It was almost decision time. I glanced first as Rhonda and then Gabby to reconfirm my earlier realization. Rhonda was looking at her older sister and I could see the caring there despite her situation. My girl caught me looking at her and locked eyes with me, trying to make me understand how she felt about me. I did, but that didn't mean I missed how she felt about Megan too. 

Gabby was clearly horrified by what her oldest sister was doing, but that didn't stop her eyes from showing just how much she loved Megan. The youngest sister glanced over at Rhonda in loving concern as I watched and I came to a decision. I shifted my gaze to Megan. She didn't back down, but there was something there that only reconfirmed what I felt.

"Are you sure you're willing to do this?" I asked Lisa, wanting to give her one last chance to back out. I had a plan and I felt reasonably confident in it, but that didn't mean I was right. I could lose this bet.

"Yes," my sister said confidently, letting me see her love and belief if me. 

If push came to shove and I did lose, there was a good chance that Lisa would be too much for Megan to handle anyway. Of course, Megan wouldn't be facing my sister alone. She would have Francis and the two thugs to help. That thought made me pause briefly, but then I shrugged to myself. I promised to give up Rhonda, Gabby and my sister if I lost. I never said I wouldn't go after Francis and his two friends. It would be an interesting confrontation between the two women if I took the others out of the picture. Of course, the best solution was to win, and that's exactly what I planned on doing. Well, sort of anyway. 

"It's a bet then, release Rhonda and Gloria." Megan's two goons shifted their gaze to Megan, who nodded her consent. They had to help the two ladies stand up afterward. Seeing their discomfort did nothing for my mood. Gabby stood and helped steady her sister. I noticed her grab Gloria elbow as well to help until Lisa moved over and took hold of our cousin. 

As soon as the two former end tables were able to stand on their own Gabby reached out and hugged her sister. It only lasted a moment, but it was very intense. Rhonda smiled nervously afterward as she looked at me. She was afraid of what my reaction would be. She had a right to her fear. I still wasn't sure how I'd deal with what happened.

"Brian..." Rhonda began, seeing something of my inner conflict in my eyes.

"I didn't give you permission to talk!" Megan interjected. Her sister fell silent immediately. I shook my head. It was going to be an interesting month. Not only would I have to figure out how the last twenty-four hours affected Rhonda and my relationship, bit I'd also have to deal with what happened to Gloria and even Megan herself. 

"We'll talk later," I said to Rhonda. "The bet starts when we get home. Megan will put herself under my control for a month at that point. Everything that's hers will be mine for that period unless she quits."

"Oh, I won't quit," Megan said confidently. "And just remember, everything that's yours will be mine after that."

"For a month," I clarified.

"Please!" she snorted. "I've broken men in far less time than that."

"I can always admit defeat and skip the whole thing," I shrugged.

"Yeah, like you'd do that!" she snorted. "No, you've made a big mistake. You can't afford to lose the bet because of your sister and there's no way you can win it. I'll break you before the month is out and then you'll just be another slave."

"You keep talking like you'll have no problem surviving your stay with me," I said, shaking my head. "That's a mistake."

"We'll see," she said as if she didn't have a care in the world.

"Yes, we will." I hope I sounded more confident than I felt.

"Brian, can I..." Gloria began.

"Silence slave!" Megan snapped angrily, giving my cousin threatening look.

"Fuck you bitch!" Gloria snapped back, causing me to laugh. That didn't go over well with Megan.

"You're still my slave until we reach your cousins house," she said. "And you will be once again after the months up, so..."

"I'm no one's slave!" my cousin interjected. "And you don't think I'm actually going to come back here do you? I'll have a restraining order against you and my weak minded brother before the end of the day."

"That wasn't the deal!" Megan snapped.

"I didn't make any deals," Gloria said, rubbing her wrists where the ropes burned them from her trying to escape. "And don't even think about telling your goons to jump me now that I know what will happen if I let them take me. I'll fight, and there won't be anything fair about it."

"I'll help her," Lisa put in. Megan ignored them and looked at me. We locked gazes for a moment. I didn't want this confrontation. The bet was my best chance of getting what I wanted. On the other hand Gloria was my cousin.

"The bet was that the loser gives up rights to them," I said carefully. "There was nothing about me helping you hold on to them." Megan was no dummy and she saw the truth in my eyes. I wouldn't let her goons touch my cousin again.

"And what about Lisa?" Megan asked. "What's to make her come back with me when I win?"

"My word," Lisa interjected. "Not that you'll win."

"And even if you do," I smiled, looking at my sister. "I wouldn't bet on your ability to control her. Lisa can be quite domineering when she wants to be."

"We'll see," Megan said. "One prize at a time. Gloria was just something to get your attention anyway."

"You've got that," I said, shaking my head. "But at what cost?" Megan acted like my words weren't bothering her. I knew better. I looked at her for a few more seconds before shifting my gaze to Gloria.

"How long have you been here?" I asked my cousin.

"Only since last night," she replied, looking suddenly tired. "But be careful Brian. I don't think you really know what she's capable of." I shrugged. It was too late to turn back now.

"Everyone put some clothes on so we can get out of here," I said.. "I'll be outside waiting." 

Once outside, I made a quick phone call before leaning against my car and wondered what I'd gotten myself into. The next month was very important. If I wasn't careful I'd lose Rhonda and Lisa. Megan too I guess, depending on how you looked at it. I had a plan. It was chancy at best, but at this point I was committed. I shook my head as all five women walked out of the apartment building. 

Rhonda was talking softly to her sister Gabby. Gloria and Lisa had Megan between them. They were being pretty rough with her. Megan didn't seem fazed in the least. Yep, an interesting month for sure. 

**********

"Now what?" Megan asked as we got out of the car in front of the house. Her tone was unpleasant, the challenge obvious. I shook my head. It was a good question.

"First things first," I said turning to Gabby. I didn't quite hold my breath. My plan didn't fully rely on what happened next, but the chance of it succeeding could go up exponentially in the next few seconds. "You've had a lot to take in recently. I think it's best for Lisa to give you a ride home."

"I want to stay with my sisters," she said, sounding a little nervous, but committed. I refused to smile in triumph. Whatever else you might say about Rhonda's family, and God knows there was a lot you could, they were loyal and loving in their way. 

"No!" Megan snapped. "I don't want you to be part of this, any of it."

"Go home Gabs," Rhonda added more softly, using her pet name for her little sister. "This is not the life for you."

"And what about what I want?" the girl asked in reply. "Does that even matter to you two? Has it ever?"

"No, not really," Megan shrugged. "You're just a kid."

"I'm eighteen!" Gabby snapped, but then took a deep breath to calm herself and added, "But that's not the point. I'm done being left out. It wasn't always that way. I remember how close we used to be and then one day it just stopped. You started excluding me. Do you have any idea how alone and hurt that made me feel?" 

"You don't understand," Rhonda said. "We excluded you to protect you." 

"From what?" the younger sister asked.

"Me." Megan's answer was given in a monotone tone, but I could see how hard it was for her to say it. It was times like this that she seemed almost human. I shook my head. This was going better than I hoped.

"Did you ever think that maybe I didn't want to be protected? That maybe I just wanted to feel like I belonged?" I could see the tears in Gabby's eyes. I felt for the girl despite my happiness at the situation.

"I'm sorry, but this isn't the time or place for this conversation," I interjected. "I need to take Rhonda and Megan inside and you need to go home." A part of me felt guilty for playing on Gabby's emotions, but if this all worked out I thought she'd be happier in the end.

"No!" the girl cried. "I won't be excluded again. Let me stay? Please!" I was elated by her request, but I didn't want to sound too eager so I hesitated and tried to look like I wasn't thrilled with the idea. It must have worked because Gabby nervously added, "I'm willing to be your slave too while I'm here if that's what it takes!" The offer was a surprise, but not Megan's reaction.

"No way!" she cried. "That wasn't part of the deal!"

"You don't have the right to tell me what I can and can't do!" Gabby cried. "I can make a deal of my own!"

"Interesting," I said thoughtfully, continuing to watch Megan's reaction. She caught on and fell silent. She tried to look like she could care less, but it was too late for me to buy that. This couldn't have worked out better if I'd planned it. "Why not? Gabby, if you're serious, then it's a deal."

"That's it!" Megan cried. "The bets off!"

"Bets don't work that way," I smiled. "Of course, you can admit defeat if you'd like?" I could see she was actually thinking about it. I waited until she shook her head with pursed lips. That didn't stop her from turning to her baby sister.

"Megan, don't do this," she said. "Please." I could tell how hard it was for her to add the last part. 

"It's done," the youngest sister said defiantly.

"Brian, please." Rhonda touched my arm and looked into my eyes. Seeing her like this reminded me of just how much I loved her. That wouldn't stop me though. In fact, it only added to my commitment. I wanted what was mine back and I planned on getting it. Period. I wasn't the one who brought Gabby into this, but that wasn't going to stop me from using her. Hell, if I did this right the girl might even be happier. Of course, if I didn't...damn.

"Don't blame me," I said, moving Rhonda's hand off my arm. It was too late to change course now. "This is Gabby's choice."

"But..." Rhonda began. I wasn't in the mood to argue and I guess I was feeling a little guilty over Gabby. 

"Don't you dare!" I snapped. "We wouldn't even be in this situation if you hadn't run back to Megan!" I took a deep breath and let it out. This wasn't helping. I turned to my sister. "Lisa, take Rhonda and Megan inside. Tell mom I'll be in soon to explain." She nodded and led the two sisters toward the house. They both kept glancing back toward Gabby. I thought Megan was going to turn around at least once or twice, but eventually she disappeared into the house with the others.




Mom's Bed Ch. 07



It was time to deal with my cousin. It wasn't like her to remain silent as long as she had. She was looking off into space. Gloria was clearly shaken by what she faced the night before. I could only imagine. "You should call your father. Do you know what Francis told him?"

"Dad thinks we slept over here," my redheaded cousin replied. There was obviously more she wanted to say.

"What?" I asked.

"I don't think he spoke to Bobby." Her reply was barely audible. 

"Bobby loves you. He'll understand," I offered. She nodded, but didn't say anything. "Just make sure you tell him everything."

"What am I supposed to say?" I realized she wasn't asking me. Not really. She was talking to herself and it was obvious she didn't have an answer. I watched her and frowned. She was more than shaken. I waited another few moments in hopes that she would continue, but my cousin remained silent. I was at a loss on how to help her. Thankfully, Bobby pulled up right at that moment.

"You called him?" my cousin asked in surprise. She looked frightened and relieved at the same moment. 

"Of course," I shrugged. "If he's the man I think he is then you need him to be here for you. If he's not...well then, it's better to know now rather than later."

Bobby barely stopped the car before he jumped out and ran to Gloria. He pulled her into his arms, whispered something into her ear and suddenly my cousin was crying. I smiled. She'd be okay now.

"Take her out of here," I said. Bobby nodded and helped my cousin into his car. They didn't leave immediately. I could see Bobby comforting my cousin through the windshield. I smiled and turned away, giving them their privacy. 

"That was nice," Gabby said, smiling at me and drawing my attention to her. I shook my head. This kid was in over her head and despite my plan, I realized I had to give her the option to leave. 

"I can be nice," I said carefully. "I can also be not so nice. Are you sure you want to go through with this?"

"Yes," she replied, but it was too fast of an answer. I took her hand and led her inside. As soon as we closed the front door I stopped and looked at her. She stared back at me nervously.

"Strip," I said.

"Strip?" she asked, clearly surprised and stalling for time.

"Gabby, stripping will be the least of what you'll go through over the next week if you agree to answer to me," I said, trying to make her understand. 

Instead of responding, she started unbuttoning her shirt. Gabby had a nice body and I was tempted to let her continue, but I couldn't do it. I stopped her after the third button. It was obvious that she was nervous as hell. She was also blushing badly. Gabby was clearly committed, but that didn't mean she understood.

"Are you a virgin?" I asked, pretty sure I already knew the answer.

"Yes," she admitted slowly.

"You do realize that if you stay, you'll lose quite a bit more than just your virginity?" I waited for her answer. She looked at me, swallowed once with some difficulty and then nodded. I shook my head. "We don't even know each other, not really. Why would you be willing to give up that for me?"

"I'm not," she answered honestly. "I'm giving it up for my sisters." I saw her mind racing and waited for her to continue. It didn't take long. "I don't know what happened to make them the way they are, but I do remember when it happened. Things were very tense for a couple of weeks between them. I was just a kid and didn't understand." I continued to watch her expression. It was very telling.

"It became so bad that my parents let me sleep over a friend's house one weekend," Gabby continued. "I came back and everything was better, only from that day on Megan and Rhonda began excluding me. I wasn't allowed to sleep in their room anymore. I wasn't allowed to hang out with them. It was like they cut me from their lives." I didn't need to see her expression to know how hurt she was by what happened. I could hear it in her voice.

"I know I missed something important that night and nothing I did or tried got them to share with me what it was," she sighed. I thought she was done, but she shook her head once and added in a stronger voice, "I won't let that happen again. I can feel that same tension in the air right now. I want to be a part of what's going on. I don't want to be left out again."

"No matter what the cost?" I asked. She looked up and met my eyes for the first time since she began explaining.

"No matter what," she confirmed. "And although I am a virgin, I'm not as clueless as you think. My sisters did their best to hide from me what was going on, but as I got older I understood. I think maybe even my parents know, but they'd never admit it to themselves, much less anyone else."

"Why are you still a virgin then?" I asked curiously. She looked away from me again for a moment before replying.

"I think maybe I'm a lesbian," she said softly. "Or something worse..."

"Worse?" I asked in surprise. "I don't think being a lesbian is a bad thing, but I am curious about what you think might be worse?" I didn't think Gabby was going to answer me at first, but she clearly knew a lot counted on her being completely honest with me.

"I want to share with my sisters what they have for each other," she finally said, tears welling up. "I've never found anyone I wanted to be with more than them. That's why I'm still a virgin." She was looking at me as though she was waiting for me to explode, curse her out or worse.

"Incest," I said, nodding slowly before shrugging and adding, "It does add a bit of spice to things, doesn't it?" She was obviously stunned. Her expression was so priceless that I actually laughed. I was relieved. If my plan worked out the way it was supposed to I would actually be helping Gabby get what she wanted.

"You mean you and your sister..." Gabby began, but couldn't finish. She shook her head.

"And my cousin Gloria," I clarified, hesitating just a moment before adding, "And my mother."

"Your mother?" she asked incredulously. 

"She's a very sexy woman," I answered. "She also extremely kind hearted. You'll like her."

"So then you'll accept me as your slave?" Gabby asked, clearly both hopeful and scared at the same time.

"First, I hate the term slave," I sighed. "I'm a dominate male and naturally I do have a thing for submissive women, but slave has such a dark meaning."

"But you called my sister your slave?" Gabby asked in surprise.

"If you think about it, you'll realize I didn't. I never called anyone my slave," I answered. I saw her frown as she tried to remember an instance. She gave up eventually.

"And second, I won't accept you as a slave or a submissive," I said when I had her attention again. "You aren't ready for either despite your willingness." Gabby looked ready to argue, but I stopped her by adding, "But I will accept you as a guest in my house with a couple of caveats."

"Caveats?" she asked.

"Stipulations," I clarified. "One, you have to promise not to interfere with what's going to happen this month."

"I can do that," she said easily, but then clarified. "As long as you hold to your end of the bargain with Megan and let her give up whenever she wants."

"Of course," I answered, nodding in understanding. "The second stipulation is that you have to promise to let your sisters think you are mine." 

"Both of them?" 

"Both of them," I insisted. She hesitated. I was pretty sure it had more to do with her trying to understand my stipulation then her actually having any problems with it.

"I heard enough of what's going on through the bedroom door both last night and today to understand what's going between Megan and you. It's a dominance thing and my being your slave will obviously upset her, but why Rhonda?" she finally asked. 

"Because Rhonda belongs to Megan," I sighed. "She won't be able to keep a secret from her." Gabby hesitated and thought about what I was saying. Slowly, she nodded.

"Makes sense," she said. "Well, as much as any of this makes sense. I'm not even sure if I should be rooting for you to win or my sister."

"Megan, of course," I smiled. "She is your sister after all."

"So is Rhonda," Gabby said, obviously concerned. "And she loves you despite what she and Megan have."

"Don't worry. It will all work out in the end." I thought I was properly vague, but Gabby looked at me oddly and tilted her head. She clearly guessed that I had something in mind. Thankfully, she let it drop because I had my doubts that my plan would work and I didn't want to share it with anyone.

"Now what?" she asked.

"Well, we've been out here in the entranceway long enough," I smiled. "It's time we go find my mother. She's probably not very happy at the moment and more than a little confused."

We walked into the house. I was surprised to find no one downstairs. I led Gabby to the stairs and we went up together. We hadn't gone very far down the hallway when I heard a gasp of pain coming from Lisa's room. I frowned, went to the door and opened it. 

Lisa had Megan tied to the bed face down. I'd seen my sister use the bindings on Rhonda before, but this was different. She had Megan strapped down tight with her legs and arms stretched to their maximum. There was a pillow under the dark haired girl's hips, but it wasn't for comfort. It lifting Megan's ass and gave Lisa the perfect access for what came next. My sister threw her arm up. She paused there for a moment before her hand blurring as she swung down and struck Megan's ass with all her strength. 

"You bitch!" the dark hair girl snapped after crying out in pain. I guess I shouldn't have been stunned considering the idea of the bet, but I was anyway. I'd seen my sister deliver spankings before. In my mother case it was more playful than anything else, but not so in Rhonda's case. Still, I'd never seen Lisa deliver a blow with such violence. 

Both of Megan's ass cheeks were bright red, maybe even purplish red. I stepped forward without thought and caught my sister's arm before the next blow struck. Lisa's head snapped toward me in surprise. She hadn't realized I was there. That's when I received my second surprise. There was a handprint on her face and her hair was knotted. My sister's eyes were as angry as I'd ever seen them.

"What happened?" I asked.

"She hit me!" Lisa said angrily. "I left Rhonda with mom because she was upset and as soon as we were alone she hauled off and slapped me, telling me I was going to be her slave."

"That must have gone over well," I said, shaking my head and letting go of my sister's arm. I had a flashback to third grade. I'd gotten in a fight with a fourth grader. Lisa knew me well enough not to interfere directly even though she was my older sister and the boy was much bigger than me. He and I wrested around on the ground for a while. I had a black eye the next day, but I won. Afterward, I stood and found the guy's best friend on the ground with Lisa standing over him. It turns out he'd tried to jump me. He wasn't the biggest guy in the world, but still, he was bigger than Lisa. That didn't stop my sister from decking him. 

"Megan fights like a girl," my sister smiled. "That is to say viciously and with her nails, but you don't become a gym teacher without learning something about self-defense." I saw scratches on my sister's neck and frowned, but whatever had happened, Lisa clearly had things under control.

"Enjoy it while you can!" Megan said angrily. "Next month you're mine!"

"A lot of good that will do if you can't beat me in a fair fight," Lisa snorted.

"What makes you think it will be fair?" the dark haired girl retorted despite her ass sticking up in the air and being strapped to the bed. "I'll be sure to have help."

"You'll need it," my sister said. "But until then...." The next blow was even harder than the last. Lisa actually grunted with effort. Megan cried out. It was then that I remembered Gabby. I looked up to find her still standing by the door. Her eyes were big as she took everything in. I had no idea what to say to her at that moment.

Gabby jumped at the crack of my sister's hand against her sister's ass echoed with the next blow. Megan cried out again as her Gabby watched in shocked silence. I still couldn't find any words that would help. Knowing something was going to happen and seeing it were two different things. I was having problems enough and I had more exposure than her. 

I guess the truth was that it didn't matter which of us was better prepared for what was happening. In the end Gabby would have to make peace with it if she was going to spend the month. So would I. 

My sister could tell I was having problems with what was happening and she noticed Gabby by the door. I saw her take a deep breath and let it out slow before turning back to Megan.

"I might ease up if you apologize?" Lisa offered.

"Never going to happen!" the brunette gasped, obviously in pain, but still defiant. 

"It's your pain," Lisa shrugged. "But remember, you said pretty much the same thing when I told you that I was going make you cry out." Megan blushed angrily.

"I said you wouldn't be able to make me cry!" she snapped in reply. "I never said I wouldn't make any noise."

"That's not how I remember it, but the day is young and we'll see who is in tears before it's over." I could see Lisa's anger bubbling under the surface.

"That's enough for now," I said suddenly, surprising both women. I took the bottle of lotion off Lisa's bureau and handed it to my sister. "Stop spanking her and rub some lotion into her ass cheeks." Lisa paused for a moment and then slowly nodded in acceptance. It didn't take a genius to realize that I was bothered by what was happening. The question was, why? 

I stood silently watching as Lisa did as I directed, but my mind was racing. The truth finally came to me after a few minutes. I wasn't bothered by the spanking or the fact that Megan was tied down despite the extremeness of both. It was my sister's loss of control that I didn't like. 

Lisa was angry and based on what happened she had a right to be, but her reaction was too extreme, too uncontrolled. She had a right to punish Megan for what happened, but the blows she was delivering were too much. They were too frenzied for the crime. I needed to talk to her, only now wasn't the time. That was okay. I had a better idea of how to deal with the moment.

"After that, it's time to add some pleasure to go along with the pain. I want you to use your tongue and bring Megan to an orgasm." That surprised my sister even more, but not in a bad way. Lisa liked the taste of women almost as much as I did. 

"Then what?" she asked, continuing to spread lotion on Megan's abused cheeks. I noticed that the way she was doing it changed. It became far more sexual. My sister took her time and I felt myself responding. I could see Lisa's anger melting away...no that wasn't it. I'm sure the emotion was still there, but by taking over the situation I was helping her control it.

"It will be her turn to bring you pleasure," I replied, watching Megan carefully. "That is, if she can."

"Oh I can," the dark haired girl replied confidently. I could see that she was excited despite the abuse my sister had delved out to her ass.

"Good," I said, adding a little steel to my voice before continuing. "Because if you don't make my sister find her release at least twice, then Lisa will bring you to me." I didn't clarify. The threat was clear enough in my tone. Megan was many things, but stupid wasn't one of them. I saw her swallow once nervously.

I felt silent then as Lisa went about doing as I directed. Gabby glanced at me, but remained silent when I didn't comment further. We stood there watching our sisters. Gabby was uncomfortable at first, especially when Lisa started leaving a trail of kisses down Megan's back, passed her ass and to the gap below. 

Megan's eyes were locked on us. She hated the fact that we were there watching. I could tell, but I could also tell that her desire was getting the best of her. The room reeked of her excitement. She started moaning. I hid my smile as Gabby's mouth dropped open and she forgot her nervousness.

My sister had a lot of practice with what she was doing. She was talented at driving my mother and Rhonda to the brink, but Megan was fighting it. I knew she'd fail eventually. The only question was how long it would take. Well, that and could I just stand by and watch. It wasn't easy. I liked to participate, only now wasn't the time.

"Wow!" Gabby gasped when her oldest sister finally lost it. I looked at her and smiled, remembering what she told me about her incestuous desires. She was clearly excited. I had the feeling that Gabby might get exactly what she wanted before the month was up, but it was too soon. That didn't stop another idea from popping into my head.

"Gabby," I said, using the same voice I used when I told Lisa what I wanted. "Go kiss your sister."

"No!" Megan cried. I hid my amusement when Gabby's eyes flashed with desire.

"Would you prefer that I give you baby sister to Lisa instead?" I asked Megan. "I don't think Gabby's ass can take a beating like yours can." My sister lifted her head from between Megan's thighs. Her cheeks face was wet with the other woman's juices. She looked at Gabby and smiled, licking her lips. 

"You bastard!" Megan snapped.

"You could always quit?" I offered. She continued to glare at me, but refused to give up. "Oh, and it better be a good kiss. I want you to show Gabby how it's done. You're the first girl she's ever kissed, but based on my sister's expression, you won't be the last." Megan's eyes burned first into me and then into my sister. Neither one of us reacted. I turned away from her after a moment and looked at Gabby. "Well, what are you waiting for?"

"I can't! She's a girl and my sister!" Gabby cried. I frowned for a moment, but then saw her wink ever so slightly. Rhonda's little sister was a good actress.

"Just do it," I demanded. 

"No!" she cried again.

"Hmm, that's not a word I like to hear," I said meaningfully, not sure how to get out of this considering Gabby was a guest. I wouldn't force her if she really didn't want to kiss her sister, but I was sure that wasn't why she was fighting me.

"Megan, what should I do?" Gabby asked. Her voice actually quivered. I knew what she was up to now. I decided to help her.

"Be careful how you answer," I said to Megan. "I thought I'd be easy with her because she's so young and innocent, but if she doesn't kiss you then I'm going to take her to my room and show her how to behave. After that, I'll give her to Lisa as soon as my sister is done with you. Gabby knew coming into my house meant following my orders and she's hesitating at the first one. That's unacceptable." I must have sounded pretty annoyed because Megan reacted very quickly to my threat.

"Gabs, it's okay," Megan said. "Come over here." Her younger sister did as she was told, but she moved slowly. Gabby was clearly nervous. I didn't think she was acting that part either. This was something she had wanted a long time, but she clearly hadn't expected it to happen tonight.

"I'm scared!" Gabby said when she reached her sister. I had moved with her. We were both next to the bed now, but I didn't interfere in the sisters' conversation. "You're my sister and a girl. This is so wrong!" I thought she was laying it on a little thick, but Megan fell for it.

"It's just a kiss," Megan said. "Come closer."

"I can't!" her little sister cried.

"Just come here!" Megan snapped. I shook my head and hid a smile. She might love her little sister and want to protect her, but Megan was Megan. She didn't like to repeat herself. Gabby was done playing games anyway. She leaned forward and kissed Megan. I thought it would be quick, but neither one of them were in a rush.




Mom's Bed Ch. 07



"Very nice!" Lisa said as she climbed off the bed and came into my arms. I continued to watch the two sisters until my own nuzzled my neck. I leaned down and captured her lips with mine. She tasted different, but good. I knew it was Megan. I was tempted to taste it directly from the source, but it was too soon. I was okay with that for the moment. Lisa's lips were quite tasty on their own.

"There, that's done," Megan snapped. I pulled back from my sister's lips and looked at Megan. There was hunger in her eyes. It struck me that despite her best intentions, if those words could be used with Megan, she wanted her little sister. She wanted her a lot. I could use that.

I glanced at Gabby and had to hide another smile. She was flushed and her eyes flashed with just as much hunger as her sister's. Thankfully, Megan was too focused on trying to hide her own reaction to notice.

"For now," I said agreeably. "Come on Gabby, it's time we left these two to their fun." The girl looked disappointed for a second, but then she nodded and moved next to me. I hadn't been paying attention to Lisa so I was surprised when she grabbed Gabby and kissed her. I frowned, but Gabby didn't look any worse for the wear after my sister pulled back. In fact, I was pretty sure she liked it. 

"You bitch!" Megan snapped. I slapped her ass hard enough to make her yelp. She looked at me angrily, her eyes on fire, challenging me in ways that no one ever had before. I couldn't resist. I raped her lips with my own. Even our lips fought for dominance! I slapped her ass one more time before pulling back.

"I can't wait until next month!" Megan gasped.

"I'm in no rush," I smiled. "I'm sort of enjoying this one."

"I hate you!" 

"Maybe," I shrugged. "But you can't deny that you like what's happening, at least on some level. I can smell your excitement again."

"It's delicious, isn't it?" Lisa asked rhetorically before climbing back onto the bed and between Megan's thighs. Gabby eyes grew big as she got a close up of Lisa spreading Megan's legs and diving in. 

"Let's go," I said, taking her hand. She let me lead her out of the room, but her eyes didn't leave what was happening on the bed until we passed through the doorway. We walked down the hall and I asked, "Are you okay?"

"It's all happening so fast!" she replied, shaking her head. 

"Does that mean you're okay?" I thought she was fine, but I was concerned. She was a virgin after all.

"I'm better than okay!" she grinned. "That kiss was amazing! Both of them were!"

"Good," I laughed. "Let's go see what mom and Rhonda are doing."

We went to my mother's room. It was quiet so I opened the door slowly. Mom was sitting up in her bed. Rhonda was asleep with her head in mom's lap. They were both naked, but I didn't think anything sexual had happened. I had a feeling that mom might have let Rhonda cry herself to sleep after the night she had. I shook my head. That was so mom.

My mother saw us and slipped out from under Rhonda slowly. She grabbed her robe after she stood and put it on. She wasn't embarrassed about her body. Hell, she had nothing to be embarrassed about! The robe was because she didn't know Gabby and she didn't want to make the girl uncomfortable. Mom shooed us out the door and followed, closing it carefully afterward. She led us back downstairs to the kitchen.

"Gabriella I assume?" my mother asked once we were there.

"Yes mam," the girl replied. "It's nice to meet you." 

"You too," mom said. "Although, I wish the circumstances were better." She then turned toward me and added, "Brian, Rhonda told me what happened. I'm not sure what you have planned for Megan, but I'll stay out of that since she brought it on herself, but Gabriella is just a..."

"Guest," I finished for her. "And nothing more." My mother stopped talking and looked at me for a moment.

"Rhonda thinks there's something more," she said. "And she's concerned. She trusts you, but by the same token she doesn't want her sister involved."

"That's not her choice," Gabby put in. Mom shook her head. "This gets more and more interesting."

"Doesn't it?" I sighed.

"In either case, you need to talk to Rhonda. She feels very guilty for what happened and is afraid how you're going to react." To be honest, I was a bit afraid of that as well, but I kept that fact to myself. 

"Mom, I've got it covered," I said with more confidence than I felt. "It will all be okay in the end." She looked at me again and finally nodded in acceptance.

"I hope you're right," she sighed, and then switched topics and did what mom's do. "Are you two hungry?"

"I am a little bit," I laughed. "Oh and do me a favor, don't tell anyone that Gabby is a guest."

"Psychological warfare?" my mother asked with a raised eyebrow. I nodded and then shrugged at her unhappy expression. She sighed and added, "I have a feeling this is going to be a difficult month at best." I couldn't disagree. Thankfully, mom took that moment to change the subject once again.

"So Gabriella, what are you studying at school?" She began busying herself around the kitchen as she drew Rhonda's youngest sister out. I stayed quiet as I watched Gabby slowly relax. She'd been through a lot in the last twenty four hours. We all had, but with the exception of Gloria this was probably the most traumatic for her, or if not traumatic, then unexpected. I thought Gabby was dealing pretty well, especially when she stood and started helping mom cook. Of course, only time would tell.

I decided to leave them to themselves and take a shower. I needed one pretty badly. Besides, mom was doing a good job of making Gabby comfortable without me. Actually, to be fair their conversation was probably doing them both some good.

The hot water felt amazing. I took my time and tried to gather my thoughts. On some level the whole bet thing seemed ridiculous to me despite it being my idea, but it was the best I could come up with at the time to avoid an outright fight or involving the police. I couldn't see a happy resolution for anyone with either of those two options.

The fact that Megan had accepted the bet was telling. It meant that mom was right and deep inside she wanted to be mine. I had a burning desire to make her exactly that. God knows she needed it. That's not to say she didn't like being dominate too, but her control was slipping and that was dangerous.

I was sure that there would be repercussions for what she did to Gloria. I didn't know what they would be. That was completely up to my cousin. If she wanted Megan arrested then so be it. I wouldn't stop her. In fact, I'd back her up. I don't think anyone would be happy with the results if Gloria did choose that path, but that wasn't the point.

I was distracted from my thoughts by the opening of the bathroom door. I turned and was somewhat surprised to see Megan standing there.

"Yes?" I asked, not sure how to react.

"Lisa told me to find you and tell you that she's done with me." She was obviously unhappy having to say the words, but she did it none the less.

"My sister is a bit of a surprise, isn't she?" I smiled.

"She's a bitch!" snapped Megan, sounding more like herself now. I laughed, until she turned to leave. I noticed that her ass checks were still purplish red and shook my head. Lisa had done a good job on them. It's not like Megan didn't deserve it, but still I would talk to Lisa.

"Stay here," I said in a calm and authoritative voice. I saw Megan's shoulders stiffen, but she stopped and turned back toward me. She probably expected me to tell her to join me in the shower, but I didn't. Megan waited for me to say something else, but I ignored her and began washing myself despite already having done it once. She didn't know that and it was important that she learned that I was the one in control. What better way to do that than by making her stand there and watch me? I'm sure Megan wasn't used to being ignored. I was equally certain that it bothered her.

I took my time, even washing my hair twice. I glanced in her direction when I was finally done and hid my smile. She was seething. Megan knew exactly what I was doing and it only made it worse for her.

"Come in here," I finally said once I was done, opening the shower door. She smiled slightly and came to me. The smile surprised me. So did the fact that she wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a kiss that caused every synapse in my body jump. I felt Megan take hold of my already stiffening cock and begin to stroke it.

I can't say that I didn't enjoy the moment, but I wasn't stupid. I knew what she was doing. This was her play for dominance. It was obvious that she couldn't dominate me physically so she was going to attempt to do it with sex. I couldn't let her do that. Of course, the decision was the easy part. Megan was very sensual and her body was impressive. She was also practiced at using it to get what she wanted.

She was doing her best to temp me and I can't say it didn't work. I wanted to take her, push her against the shower door and shove myself deep inside. I could picture her full breasts pushed up against the glass door as she moaned with every thrust. 

If Megan wasn't careful she would get exactly what she wanted, but the end results wouldn't be what she expected. She thought she could control me with sex. She was underestimating me. I was confident in the fact that I was more dominate than her. I was sure that she would fight me, but I was equally certain that she would enjoy every moment of it, at least until I won. After that, she might not deal well at all. You see, just because I believed that deep down she wanted me to win, that doesn't mean she was ready for it. In fact, I was reasonably certain she wasn't. 

"Stop," I said, coming to a decision. I used one hand to pushing her back. Megan knocked my hand aside and crushed my body with her own. I felt her hand between us directing my stiffness to her center. Her hunger was obvious and I can't say that mine didn't match it, but this wasn't the way and I knew it. 

"Ouch! You bastard!" Megan cried, jumping back after I swatted her already tender ass.

"I said stop." I made my voice sound calm and controlled. It wasn't easy. 

"What's the problem?" she frowned, not quite rubbing her ass. At this point that would probably only hurt more. 

"Shut up and stand still." I pushed her back a little to get some distance between us. It didn't help. Her body really was amazing. I almost gave in to my desire for her, but I knew it would be a mistake. I needed Megan to accept what she wanted before I took her. If not, there was a good chance this wouldn't work out the way it needed to for everyone to be happy in the end. I had a month to get her to do that. It wouldn't be easy. It was time to start laying the groundwork. "Megan, I'm not going to have sex with you."

"Ever?" she asked, but she laughed briefly, clearly not believing it.

"That depends on you," I replied seriously. 

"Here it comes," she sighed. "You've got some twisted desires and you want me to help you fulfill them, right?" I could hear the excitement in her voice.

"Of course," I said, unable to stop myself from smiling. "But that's not what I mean."

"Let me guess," she said, frowning and not understanding what I was trying to tell her at all. She shrugged to herself after another moment's thought. "You want to tie me up and hurt me, or even pee on me. Well, I'm here for the month because I plan on winning. I won't stop you. I'll just focus on the fact that in a month's time it will be my turn."

Her last suggestion did a lot to remove the left over passion I was feeling. I mean, to each their own, but peeing on someone just seemed wrong on so many levels. I guess it was a humiliation thing. That wasn't something I wasn't into, but obviously Megan was. I wasn't sure how to deal with that aspect of her yet. 

"Megan, you don't understand," I said slowly. "I'm not going to have any kind of sex with you until you tell me you want to give yourself to me." I watched the words sink in slowly. Her eyes locked with mine when they finally did.

"That's never going to happen," she said into the silence that followed.

"Never is a long time," I smiled, knowing she meant it, but also knowing she wanted it. It was going to be an interesting month. "Now stand still so I can wash you."

"I can wash myself," she snapped, obviously confused and angry about what was happening. I ignored her and took the soap and began washing her. She tried to reach for the bar once, but I pushed her hand out of the way and slapped her ass once more. She gasped out.

"Lift your hands and put them on wall over your head," I demanded. Megan clearly wasn't happy, but she did it. "Spread your legs." Again, she complied. She was quite a sight leaning that way and it was pure torture for both of us as I began washing her, but I refused to rush. 

Her full breasts felt amazing in my hands. It was difficult not to dwell on them. I was careful with her tender ass, but I could tell even my gentle washing hurt her. Of course, Megan being Megan, that didn't seem to hurt her libido at all. I did my best to ignore the smell of her excitement, but it was almost more than I could stand. 

I washed her hair last and made her rest her arms on my shoulders and her forehead against my chest as I did. I continued longer than necessary, but the feel of her against me was very nice.

"You know, I can help you take care of that," she said with a lewd smile as I finished. She glanced down at my stiffness.

"So can everyone else in the house," I shrugged.

"Maybe, but not as well as I can." I had to give Megan credit. She was as confident as they came. 

"You have no idea," I laughed.

"Maybe Rhonda could be almost as good," the brunette said thoughtfully. "After all, I trained her. In fact, she did quite a good job on your cousin and the other two guys last night." I knew why she was saying it, but that didn't stop my jealousy from spiking anyway. The sex part only bothered me a little. I knew the life Rhonda had led with Megan before she met me. She was far from a virgin. What really bothered me was that Rhonda was supposed to be mine. I hated the control that Megan had over her sister and planned on breaking it, but it would take time.

"She is quite good," I found myself saying with more control than I felt. "But I bet your younger sister will be just as good, once I train her that it." The look Megan gave me should have killed me on the spot. I ignored it. "Now get out, dry yourself and wait for me."

I rinsed off for a few moments as Megan left the shower. She was standing there with the towel wrapped around her when I was done. She was very alluring and she knew it. Still, she was surprised when I reached out and pulled the towel off of her. 

"Dry me," I demanded, holding the same towel out. Megan only hesitated a moment before taking the towel and using it on my body. I frowned at how fast she was doing it. "Slower." She complied, but was clearly unhappy about it. To get back at me she made sure to rub her body against mine as she worked. I ignored her as best I could.

"You're done," she said eventually and I nodded in agreement. 

"Go to Lisa's room and borrow some clothes," I said. "If she's asleep wake her. After you're both dressed go downstairs. Mom was cooking a while ago. It's probably almost time to eat."

"What are you going to be doing?" she asked.

"I'll be joining you in a little bit," I replied. "Right after someone does what you offered to do. I need some relief. I'm going to find your sister." I didn't bother clarifying which one as I left Megan in the bathroom. She'd know the truth as soon as she went downstairs and found Gabby with my mother, but until then it would bother her and that was a good thing. I needed to keep her reeling if I wanted everything to work out in the end.

I found Rhonda still sleeping in mom's bed. I didn't know whether to smile or not when I saw her looking so warm and peaceful. My emotions were a jumble when I looked at her despite understanding what happened intellectually. I moved to the bed sat down on the edge. I reached out and pushed the strand of hair lying across her face out of the way. She was beautiful and I loved her. That much was certain. 

I'm not sure how long I stayed like that before Rhonda's eyes fluttered open. She saw me and smiled, lifting the blanket for me. I crawled into bed and took her in my arms. Rhonda came willingly, but even as I kissed her I knew I was going to have some difficulty making love to her. The wound she left by leaving and going back to her sister was still too raw. Rhonda must have felt my difficulty because she pulled back and met my eyes. We lay that was for a few moments before she smiled sexily.

"I've been a bad girl," she said. "Aren't you going to punish me?" I knew what she was doing. I was having problems making love to her, so what she was offering was sex. I guess she figured it was a starting place. I couldn't argue with that. Worst, there was a part of me that really did want to punish her for what she'd done.

"You deserve a spanking," I found myself saying.

"Oh, I deserve much worse than that," she replied. "But a spanking is a good start." She rolled onto her stomach and lifting her ass to me. I slapped it with more strength than I planned, or had I? Rhonda cried out, but didn't complain. I slapped her ass again. 

I'd never really taken pleasure out of causing pain. Oh, I'd spanked Rhonda before because she seemed to enjoy it, but this was different. I was hurting and I wanted her to feel it. Thankfully, she seemed to be enjoying it too or I would have hated myself later. As it was, we both received a twisted pleasure from it. I took my time sand paused between each stroke, giving her time to wiggle in anticipation. 

After ten slaps I switched ass cheeks. Rhonda also reached out and took my cock in her hand. She stroked me between my blows. Each time my hand came down on her ass she'd squeeze my cock hard, but not enough to hurt, only bring pleasure. I was more than ready by the time I finished striking her second cheek. It was bright red, but in no way a match for her sister Megan's. I was hurt and angry, but despite that I was still in control.

Rhonda's eyes were lust filled despite the spanking, or maybe because of it. I didn't question it. My own need had finally awakened. I rolled Rhonda onto her back and thrust into her. She was soaked and I slipped in easily. Her legs were splayed wide as she gave herself to me. I set a brutal, punishing pace, but she didn't complain. In fact, she did quite the opposite. 

"More!" she moaned as her orgasm grew. I slapped one of her breasts with my hand and she cried out. "Harder!" I'd never done this before and I couldn't bring myself to hit them as hard as I did her ass, but my slaps weren't gently either. Her breasts shivered with each stoke. Rhonda cried out, clearly enjoyed what I was doing.

"I'm close!" I warned her after a few minutes. Her breasts were more pink then red.

"Me too!" she gasped. "But don't stop punishing me! I deserve it! I need it!" 

In that moment I realized what she was trying to tell me. She wasn't doing this for me, or at least not just for me. Rhonda felt terrible for what happened. She wanted to be punished...no needed to be. There might be something wrong with that, but it was what it was. She didn't have a normal upbringing. So no surprise, her reactions weren't normal. Don't misunderstand. I think there a part of all of us that believes we should be punished when we do something wrong. Of course, most of us probably don't think it should involve physical abuse and certainly even less think it should involve sex, but Rhonda wasn't like most people. I guess neither was I.




Mom's Bed Ch. 07



"Pinch your nipple!" I demanded. "Make it hurt!" Rhonda complied without argument and squeezed one of her thick points far more aggressively than I would have. That didn't stop me from reaching out and doing the same to her other nipple a moment later.

"Oh yes!" she cried. "I'm going to cum!"

"No!" I snapped suddenly, releasing her and pulling out. "Not yet." I didn't want to finish this way. 

"Don't stop! Please!" Rhonda moaned. In answer, I rolled her back onto her stomach and thrust inside her from behind. My hips slammed against her bright red ass cheeks with every thrust. Her cries changed quickly. "Yes! It hurts! Thank you! It hurts! Punish me!"

All the pent up fear, anger and frustration bottled up inside of me burst free in that moment. I loved Rhonda. I also hated her for the emotional turmoil she caused me since I woke up and found her gone. A dark part of me wanted to make her pay for that and because she had a desire to feel my retribution too, I let it out.

I grabbed Rhonda by the hair and pulled her head off the mattress, taking a moment to lean forward and rape her lips with my own. Her eyes met mine and I could see her need for me to finish as plain as I could feel my own. I sat back up, but didn't release her hair. I pulled it harder, forcing her to prop herself up on her elbows. I swatted her already red ass between pushing in and out of her and she cried out in pain and pleasure. I did it twice more.

"Oh yes! I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum!" Rhonda moaned loudly. Instead of swatting her ass again, I rested my hand just below the small of her back and thrust my thumb down between her cheeks. I found the opening there and pushed in. She lifted her hips off the bed and pushed back against my hips and hand. "I'm going to cum....right...now!"

I let go of her hair and grabbed her hip, leaving my other hand where it was. I thrust inside of Rhonda as deep as I could go with both my thumb and cock. The latter let loose a torrent of cum as well as all my pent up pain and rage. I slammed against her so hard that it had to hurt, but she just cried out in release. Our bodies shook together as I filled her. I squeezed with the hand on her hips as tightly as I could. I was sure there would be a hand print there later.

I don't remember finishing. Maybe I blacked out for a moment because the next thing I knew I was lying in bed with her resting on my shoulder. We were both breathing heavy. Neither one of us spoke as we recovered. It was almost five minutes later before Rhonda broke the silence.

"Brian?" she began tentatively.

"Yes?" I asked, looking down at her. She refused to look at me for a moment, but then relented and met my eyes.

"Thank you for coming for me," she said softly.

"You're welcome," I replied before looking away. "But I shouldn't have had to." She didn't bother denying it.

"I'm sorry," she said slowly. "Please tell me I haven't lost you over it?" It was a fair question. 

"No," I replied with equal slowness. "But things are going to have to be different."

"I know," she said sadly. I couldn't stand seeing her that way.

"Not that different," I sighed, shifting us until we were spooning. She took my hand in hers and rested them both between her breasts. It felt good to be lying like this together. We remained like that for a while before Rhonda spoke again. 

"Do you think this bet thing is going to work?" she asked.

"It better," I said. "Or you and Lisa are going to end up with Megan."

"You'll still have your mother and Gabby," Rhonda said. "That's something." I pulled free of Rhonda and spun her toward me until she was looking at me.

"That's unacceptable," I said in a voice that brooked no argument. "You're mine. So is Lisa. Sure, maybe you're your sister's as well for the moment, but that will change."

"I hope so," Rhonda said, a tear falling down her cheek. "I love Megan, but I don't know how I'll live without you."

"It won't come to that," I insisted, hoping I was right. We lay like that in silence for a few more minutes.

"It's time to change the subject," Rhonda eventually sighed.

"What do you want to talk about?" 

"Well," she said, hesitating briefly before continuing. She sounded far more like herself when she did. "How about we start with what just happened?"

"What about it?" I asked in confusion. She actually laughed.

"Brian, you are one of the most dominate people I've ever met and you're also one of the kindest," she began to explain. "Those don't always go together. You're naturally decent even when you are domineering. I'm going to have bruises for days after what we just did and sooner or later, you're going to see them and start feeling guilty even though deep down you know I needed what happened as much as you did."

"I'll be okay," I said, trying to convince myself as much as her.

"No you won't," Rhonda insisted. "You're view on things are very traditional. You've been brought up to protect people, especially women. The idea of hitting one is horrifying to you."

I knew she was right, but this was different wasn't it? My own questioning made me snort. If I wasn't confident about what just happened and why I did what I did then Rhonda was right. Eventually, I would feel guilty over it. I guess there was a part of me that already did.

"I thought I had a grip on all of this," I sighed. "But I guess not. I keep comparing myself to your sister and coming up with reasons why I'm different, but they're not necessarily true, are they? I figured that even though I like to be dominate, I didn't like to hurt people like your sister does. Yet, then this happens." Another thought came to mind and it only made me feel worse.

"Your sister mentioned the possibility of me actually peeing on her and I was horrified. I told myself that I would never be into humiliation like that, but then I forced her to stand in the shower while I washed her. I'm sure that was humiliating to her in a way. Worse, I made her dry me like she was my servant."

"She must have loved that," Rhonda said, shaking her head.

"I'm no better than she is, am I? Hell, maybe the truth is that I'm just like your sister, only less experienced."

"And that thought scares the hell out of you," Rhonda said confidently, rolling back over and taking my arm. We were spooning again.

"You have no idea!" I sighed. We fell silent and lay like that for a few minutes. I thought that maybe Rhonda had drifted off to sleep, but then she spoke again.

"You know what your problem is?" she asked suddenly.

"No, what?" I asked, feeling oddly comforted by our discussion despite the subject. I knew Rhonda loved me, but today she seemed very relaxed with me. I guess she was carrying around a fear that I would one day realize her sister still had a hold on her and that it would drive me to push her away. It must have weighed down on her mind ever since we got together. Either that or my punishment of her comforted her somehow. Weird shit.

"You think too much," she replied. I couldn't very well argue based on my last few thoughts, so instead I laughed. It felt good. We fell silent again, but somehow I felt better this time. I was just drifting off to sleep when she rolled out of bed.

"Where are you going?" I asked in surprise.

"I smell some of your mother's famous pasta primavera," she replied with a grin. "I haven't eaten since dinner last night."

"I guess I'm a little hungry too," I sighed, sat up and stretched. Rhonda reached for her clothes and I moved to the door. I needed to grab something to wear from my room.

"Brian," she said, just as I reached for the doorknob. 

"Yes?" I asked turning back. 

"Please be gentle with Gabby," she said. It seemed like the topic was coming out of left field, but in truth I wasn't really surprised. I knew how much she cared for her little sister. "Don't let your anger at Megan or me affect how you treat her."

"I won't," I said. I was sorely tempted to tell Rhonda the truth about her little sister and my relationship, but it would be a mistake. I held my peace despite it being difficult.

"And stop comparing yourself to Megan," she continued, watching me carefully. "You're looking for absolutes to differentiate yourself from my sister and they don't exist, at least not in the places you're looking. There is punishment and humiliation in every relationship. It might not be sexual or physical, but it's there just the same. It's the human condition. It starts with our parents trying to show us right from wrong and it goes until we're on our deathbeds."

"The truth is that I needed to be punished for leaving, and you needed to get beyond your anger and pain over my going. Personally, I think what happened was a lot better than me hating myself for my weakness and you growing to hate me for it as well. You punished me and I accepted it. Sure, the issue still exists, but the pent up emotions behind it were released. That's the best that we can hope for until everything finally gets resolved."

"I hear you," I said slowly. I knew she was right, but the idea of Megan and I being alike still bothered me. Rhonda looked at me as if she were reading my mind. A moment later I was almost certain she had.

"You know, Megan's not really a bad person," she continued. "And what's happening with her is as much my fault as hers."

"How do you figure?" I asked in surprise.

"Isn't it obvious?" she asked in response. "My sister thinks she's supposed to be dominant and the truth is she's not really. My personality is so completely submissive that when things came to a head between us she fell into the dominant role. She let it define her and now she doesn't know how to break away from it."

"I guess I'm not the only one who thinks too much," I said with raised eyebrows, causing Rhonda to laugh briefly. 

"Megan is more like Lisa than you or I. She can be dominating, but she also has a need to be dominated, only in my sister's situation, she can't see it. I've tried talking to her about it, but she refuses. Her sense of self is too tied to the role in order to break her from it."

"Do you think it's even possible?" I asked. She looked at me oddly and then smiled.

"Before I met you? No," she replied. "But now, maybe. Only Brian?"

"Yes?" I asked in reply. She'd lost her smile.

"You're going to have to do far worse than make her dry you with a towel to do it. You're going to have to force her to accept herself for what she really is, but you're going to have to do it in a way that doesn't break her completely."

"Sounds like fun," I sighed. Rhonda understood.

"For what it's worth the real difference between you and Megan is that her need to control, punish and humiliate comes from a deep feeling of inferiority and fear. You're not a man who needs to feel control so much as naturally being that way. And although you'll use punishment, and yes even humiliation, you'll only do it to reach a goal."

"And what was my goal with bringing you pain just a short time ago?" I asked, somewhat numbly. 

"I could say that the goal was to relieve your pain and anger at my betrayal and that would be fair, but I don't think you would have hurt me even still except that I needing it as well. You've always been able to read my emotions and needs. Sure, you enjoyed my pain, but only because I did as well, although maybe enjoyed is the wrong word." She paused briefly as she pulled on her socks. I stood there by the door watching her, knowing she wasn't done yet.

"Brian, I needed what happened," she said slowly. "And I may again before the month is over with Megan in the house. Don't be afraid of it."

"I'm not, "I said carefully. "Or at least I'm more afraid of what I'm becoming then the specific situations. Every time I think I understand and can accept what's happening, something else occurs and I have to question myself and my motives again."

"And that's exactly my point," she sighed as she stood and joined me by the door. "Stop doing it. You are what you are. Accept it."

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

"Don't you think I know that?" she asked. "Do you have any idea how difficult it was for me to accept me for what I am? I fought it at first and even talked to counselors about it, but the bottom line is that I'm happiest when there's someone else in control. I wasn't thrilled with everything that happened with Megan, but she's my sister and I love her. The truth is that I was content with her controlling my life until I met you."

"I'm sorry," I frowned.

"Don't be," she smiled, resting her hand on my cheek and kissing me briefly. "You are the love of my life. I want to spend the rest of my days making you happy. Deep down I know it's what I was made for, only Megan is my sister and she needs me. She losing it and I have to help her if I can."

"Is that why you left me?" I asked, confused once more. Rhonda stepped back and snorted. 

"No, I left you because Megan called and told me to. She used Gabby to break the little resistance I had against her."

"If she told you to do something right now, would you?" I asked, watching her carefully. Rhonda expression turned melancholy. 

"I wish I could say no," she said slowly, a tear drifting down her cheek. 

"Good," I found myself saying.

"What?" Rhonda asked in surprise.

"Rhonda, I can't bear the thought that you left me willingly. I can and will fight Megan for you, but only if I'm certain you wouldn't choose her over me if you had any control."

"I wouldn't," she said confidently. "I love you. I want to give myself to you mind, body and soul, but Megan..."

"Let me worry about her," I interjected, pulling Rhonda into a hug. "Now let's go eat."

"We'd better get downstairs before there's none left," Rhonda said, smiling at me warmly as we let the subject drop.

The next month would be difficult and in order to persevere against Megan I was going to have to stop dwelling on my fears and focus on winning the bet. On the other hand, I felt oddly sated after my time with Rhonda. The sex, and yes, even the punishment helped, but I think in the end it had more to do with our conversation afterward. Despite everything that was happening I could feel Rhonda and I growing closer. More weird shit, but then again, I was starting to accept that life was like that.



Mom's Bed Ch. 08



Author's Note: I wasn't sure if I was going to continue with this story for a few reasons, not the least of which is that it's a little outside of my comfort zone, but enough people have requested the next chapter that I felt I should. There are still plenty of chapters left to write if people continue to show interest. 

Please note that this story covers a large gambit of categories. There is incest, spanking, dominance and BDSM to name a few.

JD

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"Brian...Brian..."

I was so tired I didn't even recognize the voice at first. I burrowed deeper into my pillow and hoped that whoever it was would go away.

"Brian..." the voice called again, sounding a bit more urgent, but still I tried to ignore it. That's when the shaking started. "Brian, wake up!"

My eyes snapped open ready to tear into whoever stood above me. I only fell asleep an hour or two ago and I was exhausted. Today was one of the longest days in my life. My sister Lisa woke me up early this morning because Rhonda was missing. She'd left me and gone back to her sister after promising to be mine forever, body and soul.

I'd gone to Megan's to take the woman I loved back, but it didn't quite work out that way. Oh, Rhonda was back, at least for the time being, but now I had Megan and our bet to contend with and winning it would be no easy task. 

I didn't want to think about the ramifications of losing it. Megan wouldn't just get Rhonda. She'd get my sister Lisa as well. I had a plan and was reasonably confident that it would work, but there was always the possibility that it wouldn't and I'd lose.

I'd been on an emotional rollercoaster all day working at accepting the craziness that was my life. I needed time to absorb it all, but it didn't look like I was going to get it tonight, certainly not based on Gabby's expression. I swallowed my anger at being woken up. Rhonda's little sister was clearly upset.

"What's wrong?" I asked, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

"It's Megan," the dirty blond answered. 

"That's a given," I said, trying not to sound impatient, but probably failing. "What happened?" 

"She's locked in your mother's room with Rhonda and your mom," Gabby answered. "I heard Megan and Rhonda fighting."

"Where is Lisa?" I asked, knowing she was the only other person in the house who could control Megan. If anything, Gabby's expression became more concerned. I was still groggy, but the idea of Megan with my mom got me out of bed quickly enough.

"Um, she's asleep in her room. I didn't want to disturb her," the girl answered. 

I knew Gabby's real reason for coming to me instead of going to my sister. Lisa had hurt Megan earlier. Gabby wanted to help Rhonda and my mom, but not at the cost of hurting her sister Megan, at least not to the degree that Lisa had so done earlier. I could understand that. 

"Let's go," I said, as I shook my head and forced myself to wake up enough to function. I led Gabby to mom's room. The door was locked like she said. It was one of those old, solid ones. I'm sure I could have broken it down with some effort, but mom being mom there was a key on top of the lintel. All the bedroom doors had locks on them for privacy, but they also had keys nearby just in case. Obviously, with Megan staying with us I would need to remove all the locks or take possession of the keys.

I opened the door and walked in to find Megan on the bed riding my mom's face rather aggressively. Rhonda was hogtied and gagged face down on the floor. It looked like Gabby was right and Rhonda had tried to help my mother. Frankly, that surprised me. I knew Rhonda loved mom, but I couldn't picture her standing up to her older sister.

Megan heard the door open and looked at me as I entered. She had the audacity to actually smirk. I was so angry I literally saw red. I was at the side of the bed in two long steps. I grabbed Megan's arms and squeezed, jerking her off of my mother and the bed in one harsh motion. I held her up off the ground making eye contact. I was shaking in anger. Her smirk remained despite the fact that I was sure I was hurting her. 

"Brian!" I heard mom nearly yelling. "I'm okay! It's okay!"

"No, it's not," I said coldly, but I dropped Megan. She was so surprised that she fell off balanced and ended up on her ass on the floor. I ignored her and looked mom over carefully. She didn't look great, but like she said, she was okay. Mom saw my concern and forced a smile as she briefly wiped her face with the sheet. She hugged me afterward. I released a portion of my anger. I was still plenty mad, but I was in control once more.

"Relax, she liked it," Megan said as she stood and rubbed her hip and ass. "Hell, I bet she would have liked what came next even more!"

"Give it a rest Megan," Gabby snapped as she began untying their sister Rhonda.

"Come on Jess, it wasn't that big of a deal," Megan shrugged in annoyance. She clearly didn't like getting reprimanded by her baby sister.

"Jess?" mom asked in confusion. 

"Please," Gabby sighed. "It's an old nickname that my family uses for me despite me hating it." Rhonda was free now and she pulled off her gag.

"She was crazy about Jessica Simpson as a little kid. Her songs were the only thing that could keep her quiet," she said with a smile as she remembered. I guess she was okay despite being bound and gagged by Megan. Who was I kidding? She liked it. 

"It started out as a joke," Megan put in. "We began calling her Jess. She loved it at first."

"I was eight at the time," Gabby said pointedly. "And it got old before I reached my teens. I nearly died of embarrassment when you two came to my soccer game freshman year and called me that in front of everyone."

"We did, didn't we?" Rhonda laughed. Megan's earlier smirk shifted to an actual smile. She had a nice one when she wasn't being a bitch.

"After that we took up calling her Gabs," the oldest sister added.

"I wasn't thrilled with that at first either, but it was better than Jess," Gabby said, looking back and forth at her sisters. 

"What did I miss?" Lisa said from the doorway. She's obviously just woken from a nap. She was yawning. The sight of her silenced the three sisters. 

It was funny really. Despite me being the dominant here, they were all more afraid of Lisa than me. That wasn't a bad thing I guess, especially in Megan's case considering that my sister might end up with her when this was all over, but in the long run it was probably a mistake. I'd have to rectify it soon. I looked at them all and shook my head.

I noticed Gabby watching me. That's when I realized what she'd done. I had to give her credit. Gabby was one smart girl. She'd distracted me with the story of her childhood nickname long enough for my anger to subside significantly. Not only that, but she'd done it on purpose. I could see it in her expression. 

That didn't mean I was going to let Megan off the hook, nor was my anger completely abated. Mom was my submissive, but she was also mom, someone to be cherished. Megan's concept of dominance didn't work that way.

"Megan locked mom, Rhonda and herself in here," I said, watching my sister's sleepiness disappear. I didn't need to explain further. Lisa was no dummy either. She took a step toward Megan. I had to give Rhonda's older sister credit. She didn't flinch despite what Lisa had done to her earlier. Gabby on the other hand looked ready to jump out of her skin.

"Lisa! Don't," mom said, obviously meaning it. "I'm okay. Between Rhonda fighting her and Gabby getting Brian, nothing happened."

"Almost nothing," I said pointedly, some of my anger resurfacing. Lisa looked at me. I could tell she wanted to take Megan back to her room and punish her again, but she waited to see if that's what I wanted. The truth was that I was sorely tempted to let her.

"Please don't!" Gabby begged me. She was making this hard. 

"You promised not to try to stop what happened between your sisters and me when I agreed to let you stay," I said, reminding her of the conversation we'd had only hours before.

"I know," the dirty blond admitted. "But Megan is already bruised from before. Look at her butt. I can't bear the thought of Lisa spanking her again!" I shook my head. Lisa really had done a job on Megan's ass, but that wasn't the point. I needed to deal with Gabby's interference right now or it would only get worse. 

"By all rights, I should kick you out of the house," I sighed, looking at the youngest sister and rubbing my hand along the stubble on one half of my face.

"No!" Gabby cried. "Please don't do that!"

I could see Megan get an almost hopeful look in her eyes. I was sure that Rhonda's expression was similar, but I didn't bother looking at her. I needed Gabby for my plan to work. I couldn't afford to get rid of her. Besides, my heart went out to her. All she was trying to do was protect her sister. I could understand that.

"I'll do anything. Anything!" the girl added. That's when a thought popped into my head. I didn't like it at first. Hell, I didn't like it period, but it might just work.

"Would you be willing to accept the punishment instead?" I asked Gabby.

"No!" Megan snapped. It sounded more like a curse than a simple denial.

Gabby was a guest in my house, but that didn't mean I wouldn't let her step in for her sister. I needed a way to control Megan when neither Lisa nor I was around and this might just be it. Sure, I could truss Megan up every time we both left the house or slept, but that would get old fast.

"Let me take Megan's punishment," Rhonda put in, looking at me hopefully as she stood.

"No, you have your own punishment to deal with," I said. She froze and met my eyes before nodding slowly in acceptance.

"Punishment? Why would you punish Rhonda? She fought to stop Megan!" Gabby's voice was on edge. Despite my warnings earlier, she hadn't really understood. She might in time, but this was too soon. The problem was that Megan hadn't left me a choice.

"Not really," I said, pulling Rhonda into a hug, letting her know I understood and forgave her. This only confused poor Gabby even more. 

"Brian's right," Rhonda put in as she nuzzled into my shoulder. "I didn't try and stop Megan. If I wanted to do that I would have run and gotten him or Lisa like you did."

"But you fought her!" Gabby cried. "I heard it and you were tied up when we finally got the door open."

"That wasn't a decision," I said slowly, trying to make her understand. "That was an emotional reaction. Rhonda loves mom and didn't want to see her hurt. She jumped Megan, but she knew that she'd never be able to actually take her."

"I don't understand," Gabby said. Her confusion was obvious. 

"You don't have to," Megan said succinctly. She clearly understood, but that didn't mean she wanted Gabby to. "All you need to do is walk out of here and not return until the month is up." Gabby looked at her sister for a long few moments. Her eyes shifted to Rhonda who continued to rest her head on my shoulder. After that Gabby looked at me. I saw her make her decision.

"I can't," she finally said to Megan. "I made a deal with Brian. I'm his to do with what he wants." That wasn't true and we both knew it. Mom did too, but no one else.

"But..." Megan began. Gabby wouldn't let her finish.

"I won't be excluded again!" she snapped, which I think was really more to the point.

I let Gabby stay as a way of manipulating Megan and because she wanted to be with her sisters. The truth was that she was free to go whenever she wanted. Honestly, none of them were being held against their will, not even Megan. She could leave this very moment if she were willing to lose the bet. 

On the other hand, I didn't want Gabby to go. If this worked out then the worst case might not be as bad as I feared. The problem was that the end of Megan's stay was still a month away and the eighteen year old was going to face a lot worse than this if she planned on making it to the end. 

"Fine, but that doesn't mean you need to take my punishment," Megan argued.

"No, it doesn't," Gabby agreed. "But what choice do I have? You're my sister."

"You're not doing her any favors," Lisa interjected, looking from Gabby to her oldest sister. "Megan needs to understand the ramifications of her actions. Besides, I think she's more like Rhonda then she thinks." 

"Go to hell!" Megan snapped. My sister just grinned. 

Lisa was pushing too hard. I still hadn't talk to her about the extremeness of the punishment she delved out earlier and now I had to add this to the conversation. One of the goals of this bet was to help Megan accept the truth about herself. She wasn't nearly as dominant as she thought, or maybe I should say that she had just as strong a need to be controlled as she did to control others. The problem was that she wasn't going to accept that any time soon. Hell, I still wasn't sure she'd ever accept it.

"She can't handle another spanking tonight," Gabby insisted. "I'll stand in for her."

"There are other types of punishments," Rhonda put in, but I wasn't going to allow for that. The truth was that I wanted Gabby to take her sister's punishment. Megan needed a reminder of the consequences of trying to subvert what was mine. Her own pain obviously wasn't going to do it. Maybe her little sister's would. It might not be fair to Gabby, but it was her choice. 

Yeah, I was learning just how much of a bastard I could be. I tried not to dwell on it for the moment. 

"No, someone is going to get spanked right now for what happened," I interjected in a tone that made it clear that there was no point in arguing. "I planned on being easy on Gabby this month because she is young and frankly, I'm still not convinced that she knows what she's agreed to, but I will allow her to take on Megan's punishment if she wants." I then turned to the oldest sister and added rather pointedly, "I figure that maybe her pain will teach you to behave since punishing you directly doesn't seem to work." Megan glared at me before turning to Gabby.

"Don't you dare!" Megan snapped angrily at her baby sister. "I don't want your help!" The eighteen-year-old's expression didn't change. She was committed.

Rhonda didn't say anything. She was just as upset as Megan, but knew that she wouldn't be able to change Gabby's mind, or mine for that matter. I glanced at my mother and sister. Lisa was clearly ready to go with my decision. Mom, on the other hand looked at me like she was ready to say something. I waited, but she remained silent. I turned back to Gabby.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked.

"I have to," Gabby said softly, but not without conviction.

"You really don't," my sister interjected before looking to Megan. "Tell her the truth. You like being spanked. Just admit it and maybe your little sister will let you take your own punishment."

"I don't like being on the receiving end of any punishment!" Megan snapped in reply, but there was something in her expression that made me wonder if I should skip my planned talk with Lisa later, at least in regards to pushing Megan to accept her submissiveness. Maybe my sister knew what she was doing. I'd have to think on it.

"Okay, I guess that means I get to teach you a lesson using your sister instead," Lisa shrugged. I saw Megan blanch, but she didn't say anything.

"Not this time," I said into the silence that followed as I let go of Rhonda. "I'll be doing the teaching tonight. Come here Gabby." I moved to mom's desk and pulled out the chair. 

"You're going to spank me?" Gabby asked in surprise, but that didn't stop her from moving to me.

"Yes," I said, sitting down. "This is your last chance to get out of it. It's going to hurt, a lot. I may not relish spanking someone quite as much as Lisa, but then again, I'm a lot stronger than her."

In answer, Gabby laid herself across my lap somewhat awkwardly. I shifted her into a more comfortable position before looking up at Megan. The hatred in her eyes burned. I smiled ever so slightly and pulled down her youngest sister's pants. Her panties went with them. Gabby was built slim and her small, pale ass was very enticing. She jumped when I touched it. I caressed it almost without thought. That clearly angered her oldest sister even more.

"You bastard!" Megan cried. I locked eyes with her and slapped Gabby's ass with significant force. The girl cried out, as expected. Megan actually took a step toward me. Lisa was on her instantly. The fight was short and somewhat vicious. In the end, Lisa had Megan pinned on the bed. My sister forced the dark haired girl to watch as I continued spanking her sister.

"This is your fault," I shrugged to Megan. "You agreed to be my submissive for a month, but every change you get you try and subvert the people I love. That's unacceptable." I slapped Gabby's small ass again. Her cry was even louder this time.

There was a part of me that cringed inside. Gabby didn't deserve what I was doing to her. I mean, it's not that spanking was that big of a deal in and of itself. I wasn't going to hurt her the way that Lisa hurt her older sister, but still, Gabby wasn't a child. She was an eighteen year old woman and I had her draped over my legs with her butt sticking up. The punishment was more than just the physical pain of my blows. It was the humiliation of how I went about it. 

Yet despite that, I steeled myself to continue. Gabby had volunteered and in the long run, if it actually helped control Megan then I was betting this month would be better for everyone, including Gabby. I just needed to make sure that Megan got the point.

"All you need to do is stay true to the agreement and this won't happen again," I added, delivering another blow. 

"That's enough!" Rhonda half begged, knowing it wasn't.

"No, it's not," I stated, giving Gabby another swat, and another one after that. I took my time, watching Megan's reaction. 

"Of course, you could just quit the bet now and I'll let your sister up?" I offered. Megan didn't trust her voice. Instead, she shook her head angrily. I hadn't expected her to agree, but for some reason her refusal made my own anger spike. It would all be so much easier if she'd just admit the truth about herself! I swatted Gabby's now pink ass cheeks harder, letting my anger get the best of me.

"Oh, that hurts!" the eighteen year old cried. "It hurts!" I cursed myself silently for losing control. I even contemplated stopping. That's when Gabby twisted her head and looked up at me. I knew that look. I'd seen it before.

"Brian..." my mother began. I slapped Gabby's ass again before she could continue. Mom frowned, ready to say something more, but Lisa spoke first.

"Little brother, if you're going to give her a spanking then do it right," she interjected. "You're pulling your blows too much." I swung with more power. Gabby yelped, causing Lisa to smile and add, "That's better." Megan renewed her efforts to escape my sister, but it was pointless. 

"Brian, how many more?" mom asked.

"Two," I replied, and then smacked Gabby's ass again. "Make that one." I turned to Megan.

"Let's just hope you learn the lesson so I don't have to do this again," I said, making sure she understood. "Because next time it will be twice as many and twice as hard." Gabby moaned and Megan actually flinched. I let the last blow fall with all of my strength to make a point. The crack of it actually echoed. Gabby screamed.

"You bastard!" Megan cried.

"You said that already," I said calmly. "Not get up and go to my bedroom. Wait for me there. If I see you so much as wandering the hall we'll be back in here."

"One month, and the first day is over," she said, promising retribution as Lisa let her up.

"Today's not finished yet," I smiled coldly. If looks could kill, I'd be dead. Megan walked out of the bedroom, her anger coming off of her in waves.




Mom's Bed Ch. 08



"Are you okay Gabs?" Rhonda asked.

"She's fine," I interjected, refusing to let her younger sister move or answer. I turned to Lisa. My sister raised an eyebrow. "Take Rhonda to your room and punish her for not stopping Megan. She needs to be retrained and this is where we start." My sister nodded. A moment later it was just mom, Gabby and me. I began helping the girl up off my lap.

"Gabriella, are you okay?" my mother asked in concern.

"Wow," the young, dirty blond said. Her legs were clearly shaking so I stood and helped steady her. That's when mom saw. Gabby followed mom's eyes to my pants. They were soaked.

"I'm so sorry!" she cried in embarrassment. "That last smack was too much and I couldn't stop myself. I've never cum that hard in my life! I didn't mean to make a mess of your pants."

"You liked it?" my mom asked in surprise.

"It hurt," Gabby said, rubbing her ass tentatively before looking at my mom's face. The poor girl looked more surprised than mom. "But yeah, I liked it. I liked it a lot."

"So does Rhonda," I smiled. A cry from down the hall interrupted our conversation briefly.

"I guess that's her enjoying herself now," Gabby said. I don't know why, but suddenly we were both laughing. Mom just shook her head.

"I'm surprised your sisters didn't realize what was happening," I said afterward. "I think Lisa did. That's why she told me to hit you harder."

"Megan was so locked into her anger and guilt that she didn't notice," Gabby replied. "And Rhonda, well I'm betting she was having problems dealing with her own guilty, especially considering the whole thing obviously excited her."

"Now what?" my mother asked.

"Well, once I realized Gabby was enjoying herself," I said with a smile. "I let myself start to do so as well. I mean, the heat of her pussy alone got me going. Hell, just remember it is making me excited."

"I can see that," mom frowned, licking her lips and trying not to stare at my hardening cock. Gabby's eyes grew big as she watched us. 

"And I can't very well walk around in these pants," I said, beginning to pull them off. "I don't want Megan or Rhonda to realize that their little sister likes to get spanked just as much as they do. It would eliminate using it as a threat in the future." 

"Brian, Gabriella is only eighteen and still a virgin," mom said as I added my underwear to the pile my pants made on the floor.

"I know," I smiled. "That's why you're going to have to take care of me."

"But I'm your mother!" mom cried, looking at Gabby nervously. I raised an eyebrow and she quickly added, "Please! Not in front of her!" Ah, now I understood. Mom was embarrassed. 

"She can leave if she wants," I said, pulling off my top. I was naked now. "I certainly don't intend to force her to do anything she doesn't want to."

"I'm not going anywhere," Gabby said, licking her lips. She was looking at my mother more than at my nakedness. I noticed and smiled. Maybe she was more ready than I thought earlier. The girl was inexperienced, but not really innocent. Okay, she was innocent enough, but she was coping better than I feared.

"But..." my mother began. I cut her off.

"Gabby, if you wouldn't mind," I interjected. "Please help my mother undress. If you want to, that is." She met my eyes and I nodded, letting her know it was okay. 

"My pleasure," Gabby said, clearly meaning it. That surprised mom and she fell silent, letting the girl do all the work of taking off her clothes.

It was interesting to watch. I hadn't forgotten how beautiful mom was with her long blond hair and full figure, but seeing Gabby get her first real look at my mother's body was a reminder of how it felt the first time I saw it. The girl's eyes drank in my mom's curves hungrily.

"Gabby, you can kiss her if you want," I offered once mom was completely naked. The girl looked at me again and then at my mother, smiling slowly. 

"No!" mom cried. "Don't you dare!" Gabby paused in confusion. My mother was breathing heavy and her large breasts were heaving in excitement. It was obvious she was turned on, but Gabby didn't want to force her to do something she didn't want to.

"Don't worry," I smiled encouragingly. "Mom's just that way. She's as constantly horny as everyone else in this house. Oh, and she likes girls too. You should see her and your sister together!"

"Really?" Gabby asked in surprise.

"Really," I laughed. "Mom likes sex a lot. She's just has problems getting past the way she was brought up. New things throw her back into denial."

"New things?" the girl asked.

"You," I replied succinctly. "You're eighteen, beautiful and a virgin. She wants you. Take my word for it."

"Do you?" Gabby asked my mother almost shyly. 

"You're so young and inexperienced," mom replied looking around nervously. "This would be so wrong! You should find out about this part of life with some nice young boy your own age."

"But what if I don't like boys?" the dirty blond asked.

"You don't?" my mom asked in surprise.

"I'm not sure," Gabby replied. "I mean, the thought of being with one doesn't gross me out or anything. On the other hand, the thought of being with a girl like you gets to me."

"I haven't been a girl in long time," mom snorted, but she clearly liked what Gabby was saying.

"Talking won't solve this," I explained to Rhonda's little sister. "Kiss her. She wants you to."

"I hope you really don't mind," the Gabby said softly, moving her mouth toward my mother's. "Because you're so beautiful and I want this."

"Don't!" mom cried one last time, but Gabby followed my direction and ignored her words, kissing my mother who moaned rather loudly in response.

"Wow!" Gabby said, pulling back after a few moments. "I felt that...well, everywhere!"

"That was so wrong!" mom cried, but her eyes were hungry. Gabby saw and understood. Mom wanted another kiss. The dirty blond attacked my mom's mouth with more confidence this time. The two remained lip locked for quite some time.

"Touch her," I commanded Gabby. "Mom likes to be touched. Feel the softness of her full breasts." The teenager did as I directed. This time both of them moaned. Gabby's hands looked rather small with my mother heavy breasts in them, but the girl knew what she was doing despite her inexperience. I guess she just did what she liked. I saw her brushing her thumbs back and forth over my mother's nipples, and it clearly drove mom crazy. 

I surprised myself by sitting in the desk chair again instead of joining them. I wasn't typically the voyeur type, but watching these two was getting to me. They were kissing almost feverishly. Gabby played with mom's breasts for quite some time, but eventual she shifted one of her hands lower. It traveled down from my mother's heavy tits, past her stomach and belly button to the beginning of the thatch of blonde hair. Gabby slowly raked her fingers through just the top of it. Mom lifted her hips from the bed, letting the girl know she wanted more.

I watched as Gabby pushed her hand through my mother's blond bush to her pink center. I hadn't realized just how long the dirty blonde's fingers were until two of them slowly entered mom. She worked my mother's pussy gently at first, but picked up speed and was more forceful as mom's orgasm grew close.

"Oh! Stop! You shouldn't be doing this!" mom cried suddenly. I looked up and saw that Gabby had shifted her kisses to my mother's neck, freeing mom's mouth. I smiled knowingly. I loved when mom talked during sex.

"This is so wrong!" she moaned. "But it feels so good!" Gabby surprised me then. She actually pulled back from my mother's neck and met her eyes.

"Does this feel better?" she asked, doing something with her fingers that made my mother gasp. "Or this?" Whatever she did that time actually made my mother cry out. Mom hadn't cum yet, but she was close. Gabby grinned and said, "Got it!"

The dirty blond gave my mother another soulful kiss before leaving a trial of kisses back to her neck, only this time she didn't stay there. Gabby kissed her way to my mom's full breasts. The girl took a moment to bury her face between them before beginning to lick and nibble.

"My God!" mom gasped. "I thought you were supposed to be innocent? Or at least inexperienced. You're driving me crazy!"

"I've dreamed of doing this with another girl for a long time," Gabby said lustfully. "I've played it out in my head so many times. It's one of my biggest fantasies! I just never hoped to be able to live it with a woman like you. You're perfect!"

"Not hardly," my mother denied.

"Yes, you are," Gabby insisted as she began moving her fingers deep inside of my mom's pussy with intent. My mother gasped, looked at the teenager in surprise and then moaned loudly and started shaking. She was still fighting her orgasm, but she'd lose the battle in a matter of moments. Gabby went back to mom's breasts.

"Oh! You naughty little girl!" mom cried, her head thrashing back and forth. "You're going to make me cum...right now!" Mom's hips lifted off the bed and she lost it.

"Yes!" Gabby cried triumphantly, moving from mom's breasts to her lips. They kissed passionately. I sat there shaking my head and enjoying the moment fully. I kept my hands away from my rock hard cock because I didn't want to cum yet. It wasn't easy.

They stayed like that until mom's orgasm was done. I watched as Gabby slowly pulled her fingers free of my mother's pussy afterward. Mom moaned gently, but was too out of it to do anything more. Gabby's fingers were covered in my mother's cum and the dirty blond stared at them hungrily, but that's all she did.

"Go ahead," I said, wanting to see what came next. "Lick them." She shifted her eyes to me. I smiled and shook my head at what I saw. The girl was in a kind of shock. She'd done something she fantasized about for years and done it well, but the realization was just sinking in.

I stood and moved toward the bed. Gabby eyes got bigger, but she didn't move. I took her wrist in my hand and moved her fingers toward her mouth.

"Lick them," I repeated. "I know for a fact that mom tastes amazing." Slowly, the girl nodded, but still didn't react. I moved her fingers to the point where they touched her lips. Gabby pulled back slightly, but not before getting a taste. I saw her lick her lips and her eyes grew big again, but this time it wasn't in fear. It was desire. She met my eyes once more.

I leaned forward and kissed her for the first time. She looked too incredible not to. It didn't take her long to return my kiss. Mom had her release, but neither Gabby nor I had ours. She was clearly excited and I couldn't deny that I wanted her, but it was too soon, so instead I pulled back and said, "Do it, or I will."

This time Gabby opened her mouth. I moved her fingers to it. As soon as she got another taste she moaned and began licking. It wasn't long before she was sucking on her fingers trying to get every last drop.

"There's more if you want it," I offered. Gabby frowned in confusion at first, but got the picture when I nodded toward mom, who was lying on the bed half passed out. I reached out and bent mom's legs at the knees. They came up easily enough and opened, letting Gabby see mom's sticky thighs. The eighteen year old moaned hungrily and fell between them. 

That's when I began undressing her. Gabby didn't fight me. She was too focused on getting every last drop of cum from between mom's legs. Gabby's body was slim without an ounce of excess weight on her. That didn't stop me from appreciating her beauty. I noticed that she shaved between her legs, which was new to me. 

She was on her hands and knees as she attacked my mother's pussy. That left hers open to me. I leaned forward and tasted her for the first time. She gasped at the touch of my tongue, but if anything, she spread her legs wider. I worked her lower lips until they spread open in desire. 

Unable to resist, I pushed my tongue deep getting my first full taste of her juices. I found it amazing how each woman had her own individual taste, and how each of them was so enjoyable. I rubbed Gabby's clit in hopes of getting more. It worked better than I expected. Gabby lost it and came, squirting her juices into my mouth. 

I sat up after she was done, my own need burning. I stared at Gabby's open pussy as it continued to throb even after her orgasm was complete. I was sorely tempted. I wanted to grab her thin hips and fill her with my hardness, but she was still a virgin and I didn't want to take that away from her. That was something she should give. So instead, I pushed her out of the way and looked down at my mother.

Mom's had recovered from her first orgasm and was enjoying Gabby's tongue. She was surprised when I pulled Gabby away, but that only lasted a moment. She took one look at me and knew what I needed. Mom rolled onto her stomach, not quite lifting her ass for me.

"Brian, don't!" she cried. "I'm your mother and it would be so wrong. Please, not in front of Gabriella! She shouldn't see something like this!"

I didn't bother responding. I wanted what I wanted, and I knew that mom wanted it too despite her words. That was just mom. Her pussy was wet and ready. I got behind her and pushed in with one long stroke. 

"Wow!" Gabby cried as my mother gasped. "You're really doing it. You're really doing it with your mother!"

"Oh Brian!" mom moaned. "How could you with Gabriella watching?" I was holding her waist now and moving in and out of her with slow strong thrusts.

"My God!" Gabby said, licking her lips. "That's so hot!"

"No! No! It's not hot, it's wrong!" mom insisted, but her pussy became even wetter. "I'm being fucked by my own son with a poor innocent eighteen year old girl watching. This will only confuse you. Make you think terrible things like incest are okay."

"Don't worry about that," Gabby said huskily, leaning forward and kissing my mother. "First, I'm not so innocent anymore." She kissed mom again, this time using her tongue briefly. "Second, I'm eighteen now and old enough to make my own decisions." Gabby gave mom one last kiss before shifting to the head of the bed. "The truth is that the thought of incest has always excited me. I've been dreaming about being with my sisters for years!"

"Really?" mom asked, sounding surprised.

"Definitely," Gabby answered, shifting her hips so that her pussy was under my mother's mouth. "Now please stop talking and lick me! The sight of you two is making me so wet!"

"So wrong!" mom moaned, but she also fell onto the dirty blonde's pussy. A moment later, Gabby was moaning as well. 

The sight of mom's full head of blond hair buried between Gabby's slim thighs, as well and the sight of the eighteen year old thrashing her head from side to side was too much. I picked up the pace of my fucking significantly. Mom was clearly okay with it. If anything, she was closer to her orgasm than I was to mine.

Gabby wasn't the only one who knew how to use her fingers. I felt mom shift under me slightly as she pushed two of hers inside of Gabby's weeping, bald pussy. The girl gasped out and used her arms to lift her thin legs up beside her head, giving my mother better access. Mom took full advantage.

I thought I'd be the first to cum since I hadn't yet, but as it turned out, I was the last. Gabby came first, covering my mother's face with her juices as she wrapped mom's head in her legs. This caused my mother to lose it. Her pussy squeezed my cock tightly and then somehow stroked it rhythmically while I was deep inside, demanding that I fill her. My balls jumped hard as I proceeded to do just that. 

I thrust in hard and held myself that way as my cum pumped out of me. I pulled out and pushed back in a few more times toward the end until I was completely spent. Mom was still shivering and shaking under me and Gabby looked like she'd all but passed out. 

I lay down a couple of moments later and shifted between the women. Mom rested her head on my left shoulder and sighed contently. Gabby did the same on my right after a brief hesitation. I kissed mom deeply for a few moments and then did the same to Gabby. 

"Are you okay?" I asked her.

"Fine," she answered, but then she took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "It's just that I can't believe all this is actually happening."

"It does take some getting used to," I offered.

"Yeah," she laughed nervously. "I mean, I was pretty sure I'd like sex with another girl, but the whole spanking thing threw me. Just lying there with my ass up in the air and visible for everyone to see was bad enough, but then to feel the sting of your hand, knowing another blow was going to follow not long afterward and that I wanted to feel it. It kind of freaked me out."

"It still does that to me," my mother put in. "I mean, I like it, but you have no idea how weird it feels to be spanked by your own children and being turned on by it."

"True," Gabby laughed. A moment later mom and I joined in. 

"Just give yourself time," I said afterward to Gabby. "And remember, you really don't have to do anything you don't want to."

"I just hope everything works out in the end," she sighed in response. "I love both my sisters and this whole thing seems doomed to make one of them unhappy."

"Have faith," mom said, and then added with complete confidence, "Brian will make it work."

I wasn't as sure as my mother, but I smiled at Gabby when she looked at me. She rewarded me with a brief kiss and then snuggled down into my shoulder. We lay like that for a while as I let my mind wander, wondering if I really could pull it off. Only time would tell.

Both mom and Gabby fell asleep reasonably quickly. I was tired too, but there was still stuff I needed to do before I went back to bed. I slipped out from between the two and smiled as I watched them snuggle into each other at my absence. 

In the end, mom was on her back with Gabby resting her head on my mother's breast. The dirty blonde's mouth was only an inch or two from one of my mom's nipples, but in that moment there was nothing sexual about it. My mother's arm was draped over the eighteen year old's thin hips. Both wore a content smile. It was a beautiful picture.

I sighed and left mom's room. I went to Lisa's room next to make sure everything was okay. The door was open and my sister and Rhonda were definitely awake. I could tell by the moaning even before I entered the room. Rhonda ass was pink, showing that my sister had spanked her as I directed, but they were both clearly past that.

They were on opposite ends of the bed with their legs intertwined together like two pair of scissors. They were using both hands to grasp each other's wrists and pull, smashing the pink centers of their thatches of light and dark hair together. Their sweat covered bodies undulated in need. They moaned and gasped almost in unison. I stopped and watched them for a time. Frankly, it was one of the most erotic scenes I'd ever seen. I was tempted to join them despite my recent release, but decided they were enjoying themselves too much to interfere. I took one last look before moving on.

I found Megan in my room where I told her to be which surprised me a little for some reason. I guess in part because I had taken longer to join her than I planned. She was still naked, obviously comfortable without clothes on. 

My surprise only lasted until I saw what she was doing. She was going through my book shelves, spending more time looking at the private stuff I had cluttering on them then the actual books. She seemed particularly interested in the pictures.

My high school year book was open on my bed. She'd obviously been reading what my friends had written to me. Normally, something like this wouldn't bother me, but it was an invasion of privacy of a sort and I was certain that she was doing it to irritate me more than any real interest in me. Okay, there might be an interest as well, but knowing Megan it was more the first reason than that.




Mom's Bed Ch. 08



"Find anything interesting?" I asked. She looked at me with that smirk again. I was certain I was going to get tired of it very soon.

"Well, based what that girl Elana wrote in your year book, you missed a chance to have quite of bit of fun," Megan replied. "She was pretty hot in that gymnastics outfit. What? Not man enough to get the deal done? Were you a loser back in high school?"

"Yeah, all the losers back then had one of the cutest gymnasts phone number in their year book," I snorted. "With a less than subtle note to call them."

"But you didn't, did you?" she asked.

"She was a freshman and I was graduating," I answered. "Now I would really have had to have been a loser to call her. She was just a kid with a crush."

"A real man would have called," Megan insisted. I frowned at her trying to decide if she really believed that or if she was just trying to piss me off. I decided that it was probably both, but interestingly, the former was more disturbing to me. I was guessing that Megan didn't have the best experience when it came to men. 

"Megan, give it up," I said, shaking my head. "I'm still learning about myself every day and I'll be the first one to admit that I'm far freakier than I realized a year ago. I'm into incest, dominance and even, as I've learned most recently bondage, but child molestation is definitely not my thing. Neither is homosexuality."

"Are you sure about that last one?" she taunted. "Because your cousin Francis likes it a lot and I heard these things run in families."

"Please!" I actually laughed. "Do I remind you of Francis in any way?"

"Not really," she answered honestly. "But we'll see after next month when you come to live with me." I didn't bother reacting. Instead, I grabbed her wrist and moved toward my bed. I fell into it and pulled her along with me. She obvious expected us to have some sort of sex, but that wasn't going to happen, at least not tonight.

"I'm tired," I said abruptly. "I'm guessing you are too. There are things we need to talk about, but they can wait until the morning. Let's get some sleep."

"That's all you want to do right now? Sleep?" Megan sounded annoyed, but frankly, I could care less. "Here with you? Like this?"

"Yes," I replied. "Come here." I pulled her to me and spun her so that I was spooning her. That clearly made her uncomfortable. 

"I'll go sleep with Rhonda," she said, trying to get up. I held her in place.

"Not likely," I snorted. "I'm not letting you near Rhonda or my mother again without Lisa or me present."

"Fine," she snapped angrily. "Then I'll go sleep with Lisa." She clearly didn't want to sleep with me, but that was her problem.

"Just shut up and lie still," I sighed. "And try and get some rest. Tomorrow is going to be a long day for you." She fell silent, but I could feel the tension coming off of her. I wasn't surprised when she tried to get up again ten minutes later. Once again, I held her in place.

"I can't sleep here like this!" she cried in frustration.

"Get used to it," I retorted. "Because we're going to be sleeping like this every night."

"You bastard!" she cried.

"You really need to come up with a new line," I said, shaking my head. "That one is becoming overused."

"Asshole!" she snapped.

"Well, that's different," I shrugged, shifting my hips back from hers. Megan seemed almost relieved until I swatted her ass hard, but just once. She gasped. My sister Lisa really had done a job on her ass earlier. "And a little too disrespectful for me. Use it at your own risk."

"I hate you!" she cried.

"No, you don't," I said calmly, pulling her even closer to me this time. "You just wish you did." 

She clearly didn't know how to react to that. Megan fell silent and I tried to close my eyes and sleep. She seemed to settle down after a few minutes. I was relieved and started to drift off. I should have known better. 

Megan waited until I was half asleep before she started gently rubbing my cock and balls. I was so out of it that I didn't realize what she was doing until I started to stiffen. I knew I should have stopped her, but I had to give the girl her due. She was talented. It didn't help that right about then I started noticing things like the heat of her body next to mine and the smell of her hair. She took my hand and placed it on her full breasts. They were big like my mother's, but shaped differently. I squeezed, enjoying the feel of them.

I lost myself in what she was doing to me for a few moments. Megan was definitely one of the sexiest women I'd ever met and she knew how to use it. My excitement grew. That's when she started rubbing my cock against her tight ass.

"That's it baby!" she whispered heatedly. "You can't resist what I have to offer. No man can. No woman either. I'm going to make you cum so hard that you'll follow me around like a little puppy dog to get another chance with me!"

"You're getting me confused with my cousin," I snorted, pushing her away from me. 

She fought to move close again. She clearly wanted to finish what we started. Truthfully, so did I, but not like this. I pushed her away from me again and got out of bed. My cock was hard and slapped against my stomach. Megan looked at it hungrily.

"If you want it...if you want me, all you have to do is ask," I offered, knowing she wouldn't, but hoping she would.

"Men want me," she replied. "They'll do anything to have me. They give me gifts and let me use them."

"Not me," I said confidently.

"All men," she retorted, but after meeting my eyes briefly she looked away and added, "Not that it matters. I don't want any one man."

"Oh, you want me," I said with a smile. "You want me so bad it hurts! You'll figure it out eventually."

"Fuck you!" she snapped. She saw my expression and tried to scoot away from me on the bed. I grabbed her ankle and pulled her back toward me, face down. I slapped her wounded ass once more when it was close enough. She cried out as I let her ankle go. She moved out of range as quickly as possible.

"We're really going to have to work on your language," I said calmly. "And the concept of respect." She didn't respond. Instead, she just watched me with hate filled eyes. I shrugged and went to my closet. 

Rhonda had a bunch of toys in there that she liked to use. Lisa too. Frankly, over the past few months all the bedrooms began to accrue their own treasure chests of adult paraphernalia. In my excited state, quite a few of them interested me, but I settled for two pair of leather wrapped hand cuffs. Oh, and one other thing. 

I went to Megan and snapped the first set of hand cuffs on her wrists. She fought as I expected, but I was far too strong for her. I left her hands in front of her. The second set went around her ankles. I then made her lay along the length of the bed once more.

"Comfortable?" I asked. She frowned in confusion.

"What are you planning?" Megan asked. 

"To sleep," I sighed. "This should help you keep your hands to yourself."

"Seriously?" she laughed.

"Seriously," I replied, not cracking a smile. That's when she noticed what was still in my hands.

"You wouldn't!" she cried.

"Megan, your attitude today has been completely unacceptable," I said rolling her onto her stomach. She resisted, but in her current state it was pointless. 

I shifted the short and round glass plug I held in my hand between her legs. I worked her pussy with it to get it good and wet without actually pushing it inside. I smiled when I saw that Megan was excited enough to get the job done. 

"You've been punished, your little sister Gabby has been punished in your place and still you keep pushing," I continued in a normal voice. I shifted the glass appendage to her ass. I rubbed it in a slow circular motion, spreading her wetness around the resistant ring of flesh there. "Maybe a night of sleep handcuffed and with this inside of you will help you understand just how powerless you are while you're here in my house."

"Don't!" she cried, clenching her ass cheeks.

"Are you saying you want to quit the bet?" I asked, pausing. 

"No!" she snapped angrily.

"Then I suggest you relax," I said simply. "I have the feeling you know as well as anyone that something like this will only hurt more if you fight it."

"You bastard!" she gasped as I began to work the rounded point of the glass butt plug into her ass. "I hate you!" I didn't quite smile as I noticed she was only repeating the things she said earlier that hadn't earned her any punishment. Frankly, I would have grinned, but I was too excited. I liked all parts of a woman including her ass and Megan's was very nice, very nice indeed!

I hadn't fit more than the first half inch inside of her ass when I realized that maybe it wasn't wet enough after all. That's when I leaned forward and dribbled some saliva down onto the clear glass appendage. I disliked the concept of spitting being involved with sex, but this was different. 

I continued to work the glass butt plug past Megan's resistant ring of flesh until it suddenly popped inside of her. She gasped out and then followed that up with a moan. I could smell her excitement now. I'm sure she would deny it, but clearly she liked the feel of what was going on. 

It took some time to work the glass butt plug around in her ass until she finally seemed comfortable. It wasn't really long, but it was very thick and despite the amount of sex Megan had been involved with in her life, clearly her tight little ass was as closest body part she had to virginal. I had to wet the glass ball twice more before it finally settled fully inside of her.

"Take it out!" she demanded, but I ignored her. I wouldn't have even if she didn't obviously like how it felt, not that she admitted that to herself, much less me. "Take it out! It hurts!"

"Time to go to sleep," I said, rolling her onto her side and spooning her once more.

"Are you fucking crazy?" she snapped. "I can't sleep like this! Take it out! Take it out or I promised to make your own cousin fuck you ass until it bleeds when you're my slave!"

"How crude," I sighed, pulling back once more from her and slapping her ass. She gasped, but this time the blow didn't silence her.

"Or better yet, I'll have Bernie to it!" she continued. "His cock isn't as long as you're cousins, but it's a lot thicker. I bet you'll love it!"

I thought about spanking her again, but clearly that wasn't working. Frankly, in her current state I think it was just helping bring her off whether she was willing to admit it or not. I rolled off the bed once more and went back to the closet. She saw and her eyes grew big. There was fear there, but desire as well.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Trying to get some sleep," I said, shaking my head. "But you're making it rather difficult. Maybe this will help." I pulled a ball gag out of the closet.

"Don't you dare!" she snapped, but I ignored her and put in her mouth, tying it tight so that she couldn't force it out. It was surprisingly difficult to do with her lashing her head back and forth, but I got it done eventually.

"Ah, that's better!" I smiled. She said a few choice words around the ball in her mouth, but I couldn't make them out. I lay in the bed once more and pulled her to me. She gasped when my hips bumped her ass. 

After that, she grew still except for an occasional clenching of her ass cheeks that I doubt she even realized she was doing. I wanted to go to sleep, but at this point I realized I had a problem. I was too excited to sleep now. I tried for a few minutes before sighing loudly and getting out of bed. 

"I'll be back in a little while," I said. "Don't go anywhere." I hoped that maybe Lisa and Rhonda were still going at it. I needed relief. I took one last glance at Megan and that when I saw it. 

I didn't realize it was possible to smirk around a ball gag, but that was exactly what Megan was doing. I don't see how my leaving was any sort of a victory for her, but clearly, that's what she thought. Megan tried to say something. I couldn't hear it, but I could guess. That's when I changed my mind. Instead of leaving, I went back to the bed.

Megan looked at me expectantly. It was pretty obvious that she was in need herself, but I didn't come back for that. I stood at the edge of the bed near her head and started stroking my cock. She pulled back at first, but quickly became mesmerized by the sight of me bring myself off. 

She tried to say something as my orgasm grew close. I was pretty sure she wanted me to take off her gag. It must have been frustrating for a girl like her to be so close to a hard cock and not be able to do anything. I pulled the sheet off of her and continued to stroke. She really did have an amazing body. 

Megan tried to reach out with her cuffed hands, but I pushed them away. She tried again. This time I stopped what I was doing angrily and released her hands. She smiled around her gag until I rolled her onto her stomach, swatted her ass for the hell of it, making the glass butt plug push deeper. She cried out, but the gag smothered her protest. Mega grew even angrier when I started re-cuffing her hands behind her back this time. I moved her onto her side.

I began stroking my cock once more as I enjoyed the sight of her tight body, tied helpless. All Megan could do was lay there and watch. Well, that and squirm. Her ass cheeks were squeezing the glass appendage inside of her over and over again, but I could tell that despite enjoying the feel of it, she wouldn't be able to get off like that.

"You like this, don't you?" I asked rhetorically. "You like laying there helpless, bound and gagged with a glass rod up your ass." She cursed me harshly through her gag, but her body was clearly on fire. I had no idea if by the time this bet was over whether Megan would truly be mine or not. Yet, in this moment she was and that was enough. 

"I want you to remember this moment!" I growled. "I want you to remember just how powerless you feel right now. That, and how desperate you are to cum despite that. You're mine! You just don't know it yet, but you will. I promise!" She might have cursed me again, or maybe she was just moaning. It was difficult to tell by this point. 

I continued to stroke my cock inches away from her face and grabbed her head when I couldn't take it any longer. She tried to pull free, but it was halfhearted at best. I took hold of her hair and held her in place. The first rope of my cum hit her right between her eyes. She flinched and then moaned, but her own release didn't come.

The next spurt covered her nose and cheek. The sight was completely primal and it got to me so much that my next rope of cum actually hit her forehead. Half of it ended up in Megan's hair. After that, I directed my cock to her full breasts. They were too big to fully cover, but I did my best. Megan moaned as each thread hit her. She was trying to say something, but I couldn't make it out. Honestly, at this point I could care less what it was.

I didn't quite fall into the bed afterward, but it was a close thing. I took a few moments to catch my breath before un-cuffing Megan's hands and re-cuffing them in front of her again so she could sleep. I had no intention of granting Megan her release. I spooned her once more.

She tried to move her hands between her legs despite them being cuffed. I refused to allow it and pulled them up to her chest. A few moments later I realized she was rubbing the cum I'd left on her large breasts in. I shook my head. This wasn't going to help her calm down. That's why I wasn't surprised when she tried to shift her hands to her waist again a few minutes later. Again, I refused to let her. Megan cursed around the ball gag. I didn't need to make out the words to know that.

"Cut that out or I'll get another pair of cuffs and tie your hands to the headboard. It won't be nearly as comfortable sleeping like that." By now, she realized that I didn't make idle threats. She settled down, but it clearly wasn't easy for her. Her body was throwing off a lot of heat. Her need was obvious. I did my best to ignore it.

Her ass continued to wiggle ever so slightly. I shifted back from her enough to watch it. I thought about slapping it again, but that wouldn't help either of us and frankly, I thought she was honestly trying to keep still. After fifteen minutes I started to feel my body respond again. 

'Oh, hell no!' I snapped to myself, but it was too late. I was excited again. More than that, I wanted her tight ass. My original plan was to hold off of all sex with her until she asked, but there was no way I could hold to that. I reached between us and pulled the glass plug from her ass. She gasped.

"I won't fuck your pussy until you ask me to," I said, rubbing the length of my cock between her ass cheeks. "But I want your ass and I'm going to have it!" I was surprised when she didn't actually fight me as I began working my cock into her ass. If anything, she shifted to give me better access.

I thrust my cock past the initial resistance with little difficulty because the glass plug had loosened her opening, but she became very tight after I pushed the first few inches inside. Megan moaned around her gag as I worked the rest of my cock into her ass. I reached down and undid the cuff holding her feet together. 

Megan tried to roll us so that she was on top, but I was having none of it. I forced her back onto her stomach and lifted her hips enough to slam my entire length deep inside of her ass. She couldn't hold herself up because her hands were still cuffed so she laid with her face buried unto the sheets and her ass sticking up into the air.

I felt when she came under me, but that didn't stop me. My orgasm was still a long way off. I did undo the cuffs on her hands and allow her to drop onto her stomach afterward. I slowed the pace a little to give her a chance to recover, but my cock was an iron pole sinking deep into and out of her ass over and over again. 

Megan still wore the gag and the one time she tried to remove it I knocked her hands away. I refused to let her ruin the moment. She didn't bother trying again. She lay with her arms spread on the sheets over her head. Her nails raked the mattress more and more desperately as her next orgasm neared. 

"You're mine!" I whispered hungrily when I was ready to cum again. That had the expected reaction. Megan fought me, but frankly, I liked it. That's why I said what I did to begin with. "I'm going to mark you as mine to prove it!" This made her fight even harder. That didn't stop me from moving her hair away from her neck and holding her head down. Her arms flailed, but I ignored them. I latched onto the back of her neck with my mouth and began sucking as I fucked her ass with hard long strokes. She cried out as I finished marking her and lifted my head.

She lay under me completely helpless, mine to do with as I wanted, and what I wanted was to fill her ass with as much cum as I could muster. I shifted my movements so that my hips slapped her sore ass with every thrust, but despite that she clearly liked how it felt. Her need was greater than her pain.

I saw her try to slip one hand under herself. I pulled it out from under her and locked it along with her other hand at the base of her spine. I held both her hands in place with only one of mine. 

I was pushing in and out of her ass so powerfully that her body was bouncing off the mattress each time I pulled back, only to slam back into it with my next thrust. That's when I reached up with my free hand and pulled off her gag.

"You fucking bastard!" she cried. "I hate you! I hate you!" 

"No you don't," I groaned. "You just hate the fact that you love being mine!"

"I do not!" she cried.

"Then stop yourself from cumming!" I growled. "If you can."




Mom's Bed Ch. 08



"I hate you!" she cried, but then I was filling her ass with my cum and she was shuddering underneath me with her own release. It took quite some time before we both finally finished.

I was exhausted afterward and lay down on the bed. I pulled Megan onto my chest where her large breasts continued to heave as she fought to regain her breath. 

"I'm not yours," she finally said, oddly calm. "Marking me doesn't make me that."

"No, it doesn't," I agreed easily. "But you are just the same. I just need to teach you to accept it."

"That will never happen," she insisted.

"We'll see," I sighed, not wanting to argue anymore tonight. "But that's for another day. You now have a choice. We can sleep like this or you can do or say something that pissed me off to the point where not only will I punish you again, but I'll make you sleep with the gag, the hand and ankle cuffs, the butt plug as well as any number of the other toys I have in the closet. Think of it as a truce. Let's be honest, we both could use the sleep." I saw Megan weighing her options. 

"Yes or no?" I asked. She turned and looked at me. I kept my face neutral. I had the feeling that if she saw me grinning, or god forbid, smirking like she liked to do then she'd refuse. Still Megan hesitated. 

"Fine," I said reaching for the handcuffs.

"Wait," she said, locking eyes with me once more and then finally nodded once, somewhat stiffly. "A truce, but just for the night." I let the hand cuffs fall to the floor and rolled her onto her side. We spooned and for once she actually seemed relaxed in my arms. I knew hadn't won anything, at least not long term, but this was the first step. 

Megan fell asleep rather quickly, but I remained awake for some reason. I used my free hand to lift her damp hair away from her neck. My mark was there and it looked right, but I knew that it would quickly fade if I didn't follow it up with something that convinced Megan of the truth about herself. Her neck was enticing and I kissed it. The sweet taste of her sweat covered skin was intoxicating. 

She gasped slightly in her sleep as my fingers danced along her furry folds a few minutes later and my tongue traced my desire along her neck and shoulder. Megan moaned and tilted her head forward and to the side to give me better access. I took full advantage. 

"You're insatiable!" she moaned, awake once more. Her body responded quickly despite her recent release.

I thrust two fingers deep inside of her when I judged the time to be right. They went in smoothly, meeting almost no resistance. She was that wet. I began slapping the palm of my hand against her clit each time I thrust my fingers in. Megan started shaking uncontrollably, but fought off her orgasm for another thirty seconds before finally losing it again. She screamed into a pillow as her orgasm wracked her body.

"Why?" she asked. I didn't have an answer, so I didn't offer one to her. She looked at me and frowned, but then shrugged to herself and slowly fell back to sleep in my arms. 

Thankfully, I was too exhausted to need relief again. I tried to sleep, but my mind kept drifting back to Megan and the coming month. I also thought about the day I had, especially since I woke up from my nap. It looked like Gabby was going to fit in well enough. I wasn't convinced she was as submissive as Rhonda, but on the other hand she obviously enjoyed being spanked.

She also seemed happy to finally get a chance with a woman. Sure, it wasn't one of her sisters like she dreamed about, but that would come in time and mom was no one's consolation prize. Hopefully, I could delay Gabby getting together with her sisters for a while longer. I liked being able to use her against Megan. On the other hand, that was only an added bonus. The real reason why I wanted Gabby here would show itself in time.

Megan's slow, methodical breathing turned into a gentle snoring. I smiled as my attention refocused on her. I felt more than a little triumphant after tonight's confrontation, especially the ending. Our truce wasn't a true victory, but it was a start. I was okay with that for the time being because I knew that the bet with Megan wasn't a battle. It was a war and tonight was only the beginning.

I had one month to make her accept herself for what she was and not the dominating bitch she perceived herself to be. I knew that I would have to hurt and humiliate her much worse than what I'd done tonight to break through the wall she'd built around herself, but it was the only way to make her see the truth. Certainly, they wouldn't be the only weapons I'd use in this war, but they were important just the same. Still, if it wasn't so obvious that at least a part of her enjoyed what I was doing, I'd never be able to do it. I viewed that and the fact that I honestly believed she'd be better off afterward as my saving grace.

There was no doubt in my mind that the coming days would be difficult for Megan, but I was equally convinced that they wouldn't be easy for me either. I would have to be wary. Megan wasn't going to lose this bet without a fight and knowing her, it would get vicious at times. It didn't help that she was surrounded by the people I loved most in the world, most of whom were submissive by nature.

I would also have to deal with my own misgivings and keep the big picture in mind. That would be tough enough, but what made it even worse was that through it all I'd have to be patient. Not just with Megan, but with myself as well. 

Yet, after tonight I was starting to realize that the hardest part wasn't any of that. It was facing down my growing need. I wanted Megan, but it was more than that. I wanted to dominate her. Standing over her before, holding her head in place by her hair and making her lay there, hand cuffed and gagged, unable to do anything but accept what I was doing reached me on so many levels. 

I can't say it was the best orgasm of my life, but cumming on her face and breasts while she lay there unfulfilled, but close and in desperate need reached the bestial part of me in a way I'd never felt before. That's why I couldn't resist taking her ass afterward and marking her as mine despite it being too early in the process. 

I didn't love Megan. Not like I loved her sister Rhonda and certainly not like I cared for mom and Lisa, but there was something there. Everything about her was a challenge. She got to me because a large part of her cried out to be dominated while she fought against it with equal passion. I didn't just want to make her mine. I needed to, and tonight I'd taken the first step toward doing exactly that.

At the moment, I felt oddly at peace. Maybe it was because I was too exhausted to feel guilty or worried about the coming days, or maybe it was because like Megan, I was sated for the time being. In either case, I refused to dwell on it anymore. Today was done and tomorrow wouldn't start until the sun rose. Megan and I had a truce until then. The house was quiet and I finally began to drift off to sleep. My last thought was that tonight was probably the quiet before the storm, but so be it.



Mom's Bed



"Tell me you want me to fuck your ass and I will," I said.

"Never!" mom gasped under me. "I'm a good girl! I would never say something like that!"

"But you want me to, don't you?" I asked. Mom didn't answer. She just fought harder and the truth hit me. "That's it, isn't it? You like to think of yourself as normal and wholesome, but the truth is that you're a slut."

"I am not!" my mother cried. "I'm not doing this of my own free will. You're forcing me!"

"And you love every moment of it!" I laughed, realizing I was right. "You like being held down. You like being taken. Admit it!"

"Brian, I'm your mother!" she cried in response.

"So?" I asked. "You're also a woman. Admit it!"

"I can't!" she cried. I was done talking. I knew the truth even if she wouldn't say it. Mom's ass was still clenched. I was tempted to push past her resistance, but I didn't want to hurt her. I shifted down her body. She asked, "What are you doing?"

I ignored her question and forced her thighs apart. Now her pussy and ass were open to me and only inches from my mouth. I stuck my tongue out and licked her pussy. Mom moaned and relaxed slightly, but that only lasted until my tongue moved to her ass. I'm not sure what I was expecting, but my mother's ass was delicious!

"Brian no!" mom cried. "Not even you father did that!"

"His loss!" I grunted and focused on what I was doing. I also drove two fingers into her pussy and used the thumb of the same hand on her clit. It wasn't long before mom moaned loudly and she relaxed. I worked both her pussy and ass hard. She loved every minute of it!

"This is so wrong!" she finally gasped.

"Yes, it is," I agreed easily now. I smiled and decided to tease her. "How can you just lay there and let your son have his way with your body? I'm licking you ass! What kind of a mother are you?"

"No!" she cried, and started fighting me again. 

I moved up her body and pressed her down against the bed. She continued to fight until my cock pushed into her ass for the first time. She cried out and surprised me by thrusting back to meet me.

"Your ass is so tight!" I whispered in her ear as I continued to force more of my cock inside.

"So much like your father!" she gasped out again. "Only bigger!"

"Kiss me!" I demanded as my cock finally reached into the depth of her ass. Mom's head turned and she looked at me. The room was pitch black, but I could feel her eyes. "Kiss me. Show me just what kind of a slut you really are! Kiss your son!" 

I thought she'd start fighting me again, but mom surprised me by finding my mouth and thrusting her tongue inside. I moved in and out of her ass slowly as we continued to kiss. 

"Brian stop!" she cried after a while and refused to kiss me. I knew what she was trying to tell me. She was ready. She wanted me to fuck her ass hard. She needed to feel me take her.

"Mom, we're not done yet!" I said, thrusting into her ass with more power and propping myself up. "I need to cum! I need to fill your ass!"

"No!" she cried and started fighting me. I held her down roughly and fucked her ass with everything I had. My hips slammed into her meaty ass with every stroke and made a slapping sound that drove me crazy. Mom liked it too. I could tell.

"I'm getting close!" I groaned after a while. "I want you to cum with me. Play with yourself!"

"No! Good girls don't do that!" mom replied. 

I took one of her hands and roughly pushed it under her and between her legs. It threw my rhythm off, but that was fine for a bit. I wanted this to last. I took her hand in mine and made her rub her soaked pussy. She fought, but not a lot and not for long. It was only a few seconds before her fingers blurred on her clit without my direction. 

"I can't believe you're forcing me to do this!" she cried, her orgasm growing.

"Shut up and just do it!" I demanded. Mom moaned and I started fucking her ass in earnest again. I was holding her hips now and ramming in and out of her. Mom loved every second of it.

"Mom, I'm cumming!" I cried as my orgasm hit.

"That's it baby! Cum in me! Fill your mother's ass!" my mom cried as her own orgasm hit. I guess in the heat of the moment she forgot she was supposed to be a good girl.

I pumped a huge amount of cum into my mom's ass. My orgasm took me for what felt like minutes. This was the hottest moment of my life! I was fucking a woman's ass for the first time and it was my mother! I had to admit I liked the roughness of our sex too. It was something new to me as well.

"Brian, are you okay?" my mom asked in what sounded like real concern when I became dead weight on top of her.

"Better than that," I moaned as I rolled off of her. We lay there in silence for a while, both fighting to catch our breath. 

"We shouldn't have done that," she said. I could almost see her shaking her head. She was calmer now.

"I know," I said, surprising her by pulling her so that her head was resting on my shoulder. It was my turn to comfort her by playing with her hair.

"I feel so guilty," she added.

"Don't," I replied. "You're a good mother. If anyone should feel guilty it's me. I did force myself on you."

"We both know that's not true," my mother sighed.

"Yes it is," I insisted. "And the truth is that I liked it. I liked it a lot. And don't you dare say I'm so much like my father again!"

"But you are," she said. "But only in the ways I like. You're not the type of guy to run out on his family."

"No, I'm not," I agreed vehemently. 

"And you are a lot bigger where it counts," she added. She was obviously trying to defuse my anger at my father. It would always be there, but she was right. This wasn't the time of place.

"Thanks," I said. "Knowing that helps."

"Men!" she laughed.

"So, why did you come home early?" I asked, changing the subject.

"Ugh," my mom said. "You would ask that! I had to quit my job. Mr. Barston tried to force himself on me while we were away, and not in the way I like."

"That asshole!" I snapped, ignoring her attempt at humor. "I'll..."

"Do nothing," my mother said in that tone all mother's used. "He was my problem and I took care of him. You will stay away from him!"

"Okay," I said, but it was too quick and my mother knew me.

"Brian, I'm serious," she said. "He hit on me all trip and it came to a head when we were at a presentation. Delores was up on stage giving her talk and Mr. Barston and I were sitting with the rest of the audience. He grabbed my leg under the table and tried to reach higher."

"What did you do?" I asked.

"I called him a pig and dumped a glass of water over his head," mom said in satisfaction. "We were in front of most of his clients. It will cost him more than you think." 

"You should sue him," I said.

"I might," she replied. "But that's not a conversation for tonight."

"Tomorrow then," I said.

"Well see," she said, and then changed the subject. "By the way, why aren't you sleeping in your bed?"

"Francis and Gloria came over," I said nervously. It was weird really. Only a few minutes ago I was in control, holding my mother down and taking her roughly to both of our enjoyment, but here I was afraid to tell my mother that we'd had a small party while she was out.

"You and your sister had a party, didn't you?" my mother guessed.

"Just Francis and Gloria," I said, but then added guiltily. "And Ted, Bobby and Francis's new girlfriend Rhonda. I thought you were her."

"You thought I was your cousin's girlfriend and you attacked me?" mom asked.

"Well, she did climb into the bed I was sleeping in," I said defensively. "Besides, you'd have to meet her to understand. She's a bit wild. I think Francis might be as well."

"So," my mother sighed. "What you're trying to tell me is that my daughter, nephew and niece are all in the other bedrooms with their significant others having sex?"

"I doubt they're still at it," I shrugged. Mom surprised me by laughing.

"You just better hope your uncle never finds out," she said when her laughed died down. "James would completely lose it."

"I don't know," I said. "You seem to be handling it pretty well."

"I'm not my brother," mom replied. "And after what we just did, I don't have any moral high ground to stand on for the moment."

"Well, that's true," I laughed.

"Brian, it's not really all that funny," she sighed. "I can't say I didn't enjoy it. Hell, I can't even say I didn't need it, but that isn't going to help tomorrow when we have to face what it means."

"You know," I said thoughtfully. "I like when you talk to me like this."

"Like what?" she asked.

"Like a woman and not my mother," I replied. "Don't get me wrong. I love you and appreciate everything you did for Lisa and me growing up, but we full-grown now. Besides, I never realized just how hot you could be before."

"Brian, that's wrong on so many levels," my mother sighed. "I'm you're mother. I'm not supposed to be hot, at least not to you. Besides, we both know that you wouldn't be saying that if the lights were on. I'm not only old enough to be your mother, I am!" 

I reached for the nightstand. Mom was clearly not expecting it when the light came on. It was soft and dull, but we'd been in completely darkness. 

"Brian!" my mother cried, reaching for the covers. I rolled on top of her and held her in place. "Stop!"

"Mom, relax," I said. "I just wanted to prove you wrong. You're just as hot in the light as in the darkness." She froze and looked up at me. I smiled down at her.

Mom was only forty-two and still looked great. I knew that and so did she. She worked hard at keeping herself that way and her curves showed it.

"You know, whatever else I'd say about Mr. Barston, he has great taste."

"Brian, get off of me," my mother said, shaking her head, but smiling slightly.

"I would, but I seem to have a problem," I said with a grin. Mom frowned briefly in concern, but she saw my grin and quickly realized the truth. The fact that my cock was bumping into her belly probably helped.

"No way!" my mom cried, but I ignored her and tried to kiss her. She twisted her face to the side and I ended up kissing her neck. I didn't mind in the least. I worked my way up to her mouth. "Brian, we can't! Not again!"

"I want you!" I said between kisses. "And I want to look into your eyes as you cum!"

"No!" she cried again, louder.

"If you get much louder you're bound to get the attention of everyone else in the house. Could you just picture Lisa's reaction? Or uncle James's if one of his kids told him?"

"That's my point!" my mom cried, but this time she kept her voice lower. "We can't keep on doing this! We'll get caught eventually and then what?"

"You make a good point," I said, but then grinned and shrugged before adding, "But at the moment I could care less. I want you. I'm going to have you and that's all that matters."

My mother looked up into my eyes and saw that I was serious despite my grin. She licked her lips in a way that left me know she wanted it too. That was all I needed to know. I pushed my cock halfway into her pussy with one thrust.

"Stop!" she cried, fighting me once more. "I'm your mother!"

"You're a hot woman that I want to make scream!" I growled. Mom's eyes got bigger as I thrust the rest of my cock inside her. She cried out and wrapped her arms around me. I started stroking in and out of her. Once again I felt her nails on my back.

"Brian, I thought I raised a good boy!" she gasped as her orgasm neared.

"You did!" I replied. "But no one is good all the time. Not even you mom. Be my slut and cum for me!"

"Yes!" my mother cried, her body locking up in orgasm. I watched her passion filled expression in awe. Mom really was beautiful. I'd remember this moment forever. She noticed me watching and added, "Brian cum with me! Cum in your mother!"

I grunted and let lose. I filled her pussy as mom rolled into another orgasm. Our bodies slammed together over and over again until we were both completely spent.

"Tomorrow we'll deal with the repercussions," I said, holding my mom close afterward. "I know they'll be some. I'm not stupid."

"I know," my mom sighed. She fell silent for a few minutes. I was starting to nod off when she shook her head.

"What?" I asked.

"You do realize that what we're doing is incest?" my mother asked.

"Yes," I admitted. "And you want to know the sick part?"

"What?" mom asked.

"The knowledge is only making it better," I answered.

"For me too," she admitted, almost too softly for me to hear. "And I'm the mother. I know better."

"So do I," I shrugged. "I'm not a kid anymore." We fell silent for a while.

"So much for being a good girl," mom sighed eventually.

"Hey, we didn't plan this. It just happened," I said. "There's no sense is beating ourselves up after the fact."

"It has to stop," mom said. 

"I agree," I said.

"And you can't sleep here tonight," she added.

"I know," I said. "I'll sleep on the couch in the living room. Right after I take a shower."

"Good," mom said, but I thought I heard a tinge of disappointment in her voice.

"You know mom," I said innocently. "I bet you could use a shower too, and your bathroom has the nice big walk in one." She looked at me and smiled slowly.

"Yes, it does," she said. "I think I'll use it first. You wait here and don't you dare come in! I'm your mother and it would be wrong!"

I watched her walk to her bathroom and smiled. Mom was seriously hot. I'd always know it, but it never really registered until now. Watching her ass wiggle as she walked made my cock stir despite my last orgasm.

I waited a few minutes until I heard her in the shower and then went to the door. I turned the knob and it opened. Mom hadn't locked the door. I smiled widely and went in.

"Oh Brian! What am I going to do with you?" mom asked, hiding a smile. She was standing under the shower as hot the water cascaded down her body. I shook my head as I watched.

"I have a few ideas," I replied moving toward my mother.

"Don't you dare!" mom cried. "You can't come in here!" Yet, I noticed she moved back from the door to give me room.

"We'll see about that!" I snapped, opening the door and stepping in. I took my mother into my arms and kissed her roughly as she started fighting me. Oddly enough, despite her resisting me, somehow her hand found my cock and her tongue thrust deep into my mouth. This continued for some time.

"Mom, I want your ass again!" I growled when I couldn't take it any longer.

"No!" she cried, spinning away from me.

My mother ended up standing on her toes with her hands against one of the shower walls. I looked at her ass and shook my head. It was round and full. My mouth literally watered.

"Please don't kiss me down there again!" mom cried, letting me know what she wanted. 

I dropped to my knees and buried my face between her ass cheeks. Mom cried out and thrust her ass out further, giving me better access. She was more than ready already, but I took my time. Her ass tasted amazing and she clearly like how it felt.

"What are you doing?" Mom cried as I stood and pushed my cock against the entrance to her ass.

"Taking a good girl and making her my slut!" I growled.

"No!" mom said, fighting me. I crushed her against the shower wall and shoved my cock deep into her ass. I started riding my mother slowly. Eventually she stopped fighting me.

I took her hair and pulled it into a ponytail and moved it to one side, giving me access to the back of her neck. It was pale white because mom always wore her hair down. I licked it. Mom squirmed under me. I kissed it and her squirms became more pronounced.

"What are you doing?" my mother asked. The answer came without me realizing it. 

"Marking what's mine! Marking my slut!" I growled and started sucking hard on my mother's neck. The mark I would leave wouldn't be seen by anyone else as long as she wore her hair down, but we'd both know it was it there. It was something that would last beyond tonight.

"No!" my mother cried, but she pushed her ass back hard against my cock, forcing it in even deeper.

"Yes!" I snapped, pulling back and looking at my handiwork. She was marked, but it wasn't dark enough. Not yet! I kissed her neck again.

"Brian you are going to make some girl very happy one day!" mom gasped.

"I'd settle for you today!" I growled.

"I am happy!" my mother moaned. "It's been so long since I had a real man and no one has ever gotten to me like you do!"

"Not even my father?" I asked.

"Not even him!" she groaned. I could feel her fingers brush my cock as she played with her pussy. She was getting close. So was I.

I took mom's hips and started riding her ass hard. She moaned loudly and came. I continued to stroke I and out of her until she was done. After that I pulled out and spun her toward me. 

Mom's eyes flashed hungrily as I pushed down on her shoulders. She dropped to her knees and reached for my cock, but I stopped her. I held her head with one hand at arms distance and pointed my cock at her with the other as I brought myself to orgasm. 

"Open your mouth!" I demanded. Mom did as she continued to watch me hungrily. 

The first few ropes of my cum sprayed her face and chest. Some of it made it into her mouth, but obviously not enough for my mother. She pushed my hand away from and fell on my cock. I grabbed her head with both hands and fucked her mouth until I was done.

"You need to go," mom said once I was able to half focus again. 

"You're mine," I said, still a little blurred from my lust. "I marked you."

"I remember," mom sighed. "And I am yours, for tonight."

"For as long as that mark remains," I said. Mom shook her head.

"I thought we agreed that this was just for tonight?" she asked. My mind was finally functioning again, but that didn't make me want to agree with her.

"It's the smart thing to do," I said, standing up straight. I was a good five inches taller than my mother. She looked up into my eyes nervously. "But I'm not giving this up. I'm not giving you up."

"And if I don't want this to happen again?" my mother asked.

"I'll take you against your will," I shrugged. "And you'll love it."

"I know you don't mean that. You would never force me if I really didn't want to."

"Mom," I sighed, looking at her. "I'm not sure if that's true with you. You have no idea what you do to me."

"We'll talk about this tomorrow," she said. "Go get some sleep."

"Okay," I said, but my mind wandered. My concern must have been plain on my face, because my mother took my chin and made me look into her eyes.

"Brian, don't worry," she said with a gently smile. "I know you better than you know yourself. You really wouldn't force me."

"I hope you're right," I sighed.

"I am," she said confidently, and then added more softly, "But even if I weren't it wouldn't matter. I'll always want you. I just don't think it's the right thing to do."

"It isn't," I agreed, relaxing slightly. "And you're right. We'll talk tomorrow."

I kissed my mother one more time and slipped out of the shower. I dried myself quickly and grabbed my sweats and tee-shirt off the floor in her bedroom. I put them on quickly and took one last look at my mother's bed before leaving. It was rumpled and stained with our pleasure.

It was the same bed I'd gained comfort from when I was a kid. Yet, now it was also something more. It dawned on me that my thoughts described my mother as well. She was the same mother I knew and loved growing up, but now she was something more.



Mom's Best Friend



I arrived home from university annoyed as I had just been given a poor mark for a presentation I had given. It was disappointing, considering the amount of effort I had put in. But what was truly upsetting was that the teacher was in fact my Mom's best friend. She had been a friend of the family ever since I could remember and I thought she would look after me.

To take my mind off it I decided to relieve a little sexual tension. I pulled out a porno and sat back on my bed. The images soon got me in the mood as I watched an older lady dominate a younger man and girl. 

I took hold of my manhood as it started to swell and stroked the head. Pleasure started to radiate from my groin. 

Suddenly my bedroom door was pushed open and Gloria, my teacher, entered my room! Faced with an unexplainable situation I just sat there stunned.

"No wonder your presentation was so dismal this afternoon." She said, looking me straight in the eye "If you put this much effort into your studies you would be at the top of the class. I think it's time I taught you a real lesson."

My mind started to race, what was she planning on doing. I made an attempt to pull my pants up.

"Leave them off, you won't be needing them this afternoon. Take the rest of your clothes off too."

She had such a forceful voice I felt I had no choice but to follow her instructions. As I removed the rest of my clothes my cock was standing to attention.

In silence she beckoned me over to her and started to stroke my straining member. 

"Get down on your knees" She commanded " Now lift up my skirt. You will learn to please me you little slave boy."

I was looking straight at her naked flesh. She obviously didn't make a habit of wearing panties. Suddenly she forced my face into her crotch.

"Taste it slave boy as deep as you can."

I pushed my tongue in as far as it would go; the smell was intense but only fuelled the fire in my own crotch. I licked her pussy up and down and focused on her pulsating clit. She seemed to be pushing my face harder and harder into her crotch, thrusting her hips at the same time until all I could do was try to sneak a breath when I could. Suddenly my mouth was filled with a warm liquid that made me gag. She was pissing into my mouth. 

"Swallow it you filthy slave," She commanded, "Take every last drop." The taste was making me sick and yet I was more horny now than I can ever remember being. Even as a teenager I have never experienced this level of intense sexual need. 

The urine flow started to spill out of my mouth and run down my neck and chest. It served to excite my nipples, which were both standing out like little soldiers.

She kept my face up to her drenched pussy as her whole body started to shake. Her orgasm racked her body and she screamed in ecstasy. 

As it started to subside she loosened the grip she had on my head. I cleaned her pussy and inner thighs as best I could with me tongue but my attention was taken away by the pain in my balls.

Looking up at her for approval I took my cock in my hand. She grinned at me in a way that made me want to be to eternal love slave. To submit to her every command and to please her no matter how dirty of humiliating it was.

She spat on my cock. 

"You may finish yourself off" She snarled "But you must catch all your come in this glass" She had brought with her a glass from the kitchen. It didn't take long for me to reach an amazing climax especially with her watching my every stroke. 

My come jetted out like never before spraying into the cup.

"Now drink," She said her eyes burning with sexual desire. I took a deep breath and swallowed the contents of the glass. "That is all for today little slave. Tomorrow you have your next lesson, don't be late for class..."  



Mom's Best Friend



"Betty is going to be dropping off a package for me around 11:00. Will you answer the door and put the package on the kitchen table for me?" Michele called to her son. 

"Sure, no problem," Pat called from upstairs. 

Pat was George and Michele's 20-year-old son who was home during a break between his first and second semester in college. He had grown into a nice looking young man, standing nearly 6'2" and weighing 200lb. He had nicely trimmed dark brown hair and deeply set blue eyes. He kept himself in shape by working out daily at the college health and fitness center. 

Betty Wilson, a long friend of Michele's was 49, and had been divorced for nearly six years. Even though she was more than twice his age, Pat had often fantasized about having sex with Betty. She was a petite woman, standing only 5'2" and weighing less than 115lb. Despite her small stature her breast size was a full 36D. She kept her auburn hair trimmed short, and with her black rimmed glasses, she always reminded Pat of a prim and proper school librarian. Pat was convinced this was part of the turn on for him. During the past six years or so Betty would often drop by George and Michele's house once or twice a week. And during her visits Pat would try to sneak peeks of her thighs as she crossed and uncrossed her legs and adjusted her skirt while sitting on the couch. She often wore her semi-transparent white blouse revealing her bra and well-formed breasts would drive Pat nearly crazy. More often than not, after, or even during these visits, Pat would make an excuse and rush upstairs to his bedroom and lock the door. With Betty's image planted squarely in his mind, he would slide out of his pants, and after just a few furious strokes on his cock, would cum what seemed like gallons. 

Now he was a sophomore in college and living on campus. And though he had been involved with two or three girls his same age, all of it consisted of just heavy petting. He was still a virgin. And to be honest, during more than one of those heavy petting sessions, he closed his eyes and imagined the girl he was with was Betty. Was it normal to fantasize about an older woman? If not, he didn't care. Betty had provided him with many nights of orgasmic ecstasy. The thought of seeing Betty again after a 3-month hiatus was arousing, even if it was just for a moment as she dropped off the package for his mom. I have a package I'd like to give her, he thought, and smiled. 

It was only 9:00am and Betty wasn't due to arrive for another two hours. He couldn't wait that long. He searched in his closet for his stash of porn videos and selected one. No one was home, his father was out of town on business, and his mom wouldn't return before 4pm. Why not just watch it on the wide screen downstairs, he thought. Pat finished unpacking his clothes and took a shower. He dried off and figured he could forgo any clothes. He admired his body in the mirror, his cock began to expand a little with the anticipation he held in his hand. He gave it a few strokes and headed downstairs with the video. 

It was 9:25. That gave him plenty of time to watch the video, jerk off, get dressed and hopefully be able to answer the door without a raging hard on pointing at Betty as he received the package. He put the video in, rewound it, and hit the play button. He fixed himself a coke, and then walked back upstairs to get a small jar of vaseline from his parent's bathroom to assist him. He could hear the faint sound of moaning coming from the downstairs television. 

"Damn, where is it?" Pat said aloud, as he rummaged through four or five drawers. After searching for several minutes, he found the jar sitting almost directly in front of him on the sink counter. 

"Finally" he muttered, as he took the jar and a towel, then headed back downstairs. 

As Pat came down the stairs, he caught the faint smell of something familiar. It was perfume, but not his mother's. At the bottom of the stairs he stopped. He found the source of the perfume . . . Betty. She was standing just beyond the foyer no more than three or four steps inside the family room. She was staring at the television. When Pat saw her, he tried to turn quickly and run back up the stairs. Then he heard her voice. 

"Pat?" Pat tried unsuccessfully to wrap the towel around his waist and hide the vaseline. 

"Mrs. Wilson, I . . ." he stammered. He could feel the heat rise in his cheeks. He dropped the towel to the floor. He was standing in front of his fantasy with a hard on pointing directly towards her. He was able to pick up the towel.

"Pat, I'm sorry, I didn't know you were home. I told your mother I would be dropping off a package for her at 10:00 this morning." Evidently Pat's mom had misunderstood. 

"The door was unlocked so I . . . I'm sorry." Pat was caught with a porno video playing right in front of his mom's friend, and not only that, but it was the woman he had secretly fantasized about for years. And he was standing directly in front of her wearing nothing at all but a smile and holding a jar of vaseline only partially hidden by the towel he was holding. 

"Mrs. Wilson, I'm sorry about this," Pat said, as he avoided eye contact. He wanted to get to the video and shut it off. He had never been so embarrassed in his life. 

"I'll turn that off," he said, starting to make his way around where she was standing. He had wrapped the towel around his waist but his hard on made the biggest point.

"It's ok if you want to leave it on," Betty said. 

"Huh?" 

"I don't mind, I've seen them before," she said. Pat stopped and turned to face her. She had an expression on her face Pat had never seen before. 

"You . . . have?" he asked. 

"Of course" Betty moved toward him and took hold of the towel around his waist. Betty opened the towel. She stared down at his cock and smiled. 

"Have you ever watched one of these videos with a woman before?" she asked. She slowly stroked his cock, squeezing the head between her thumb and finger.

"Uh, no," he stammered. Betty knew George was out of town until the next day and Michele wouldn't home until late in the afternoon. She slowly ran her hand down to his balls. 

"Would you like to watch one with me?" she asked in a soft voice. Pat couldn't believe what was happening. 

"I would like to watch one with you very much," Pat said. 

"I'll keep our little secret, but you have to be a good little boy and do as I say."

"Anything, anything you want." He closed his eyes as her pace quickened and her grip tightened around his cock. She stroked him while they spoke. 

"I really want to watch you jerk off for me, but I'm going to suck your cock instead." She leaned into Pat and kissed his mouth. She let the kiss end but never stopped stroking his hard on. Pat was primed and ready. 

"First things first." Betty walked back and locked the front door and closed the blinds in the family room. She took the jar of vaseline from Pat and said, 

"I don't think we'll be needing this tonight" as she set it on the coffee table. His head was spinning. She took him by the hand and led him to the couch. Betty was wearing a knee length plaid skirt and one of her semi-transparent blouses. Her skirt slid up to her mid thighs when she sat down, and through her blouse he could see the outline of her nipples. On the television screen a man was slowly licking a blond woman's breasts, and she was moaning with pleasure. 

"Suck my tits", Betty asked.

She didn't wait for his answer, and was already unbuttoning her blouse. 

"Oh yeah," Pat said.

Betty slipped out of her blouse and then unhooked her bra and let it fall by her side. Her beautifully full breasts and bright pink nipples were now in view to Pat. Pat gasped. 

"They're wonderful." 

"Then be sweet to them and eat them up," Betty sighed. Pat dove between her breasts, moving from one to the other, kissing, licking and sucking. Betty cradled his head in her hands. She began to moan softly. She reached down and began to stroke his cock. Pat could not control himself that much longer, yet he wanted to explore his fantasy for all it was worth. Soon they began to copy the couple on screen. Betty stood Pat up and took his raging hard on into her mouth. She sucked on the shaft and licked the head. He moaned and knew right then and there he was going to blow his load in her mouth. 

"That's a good boy, your going to cum for me when I say so."

"Yes, oh this is so fucking good." Pat was ready and Betty wasted no time.

"Cum baby, cum in my mouth. I want to taste you." Pat didn't have to be asked again and he shot the first load onto her tongue. She squealed like a school girl.

"That's it, give it all to me." She worked his dick with her hand and he shot a second load and then a third. She took his cock into her mouth, down to his balls. Pat tried to make her stop but she fought him off. She sucked him dry.

"Your such a good cock sucker, I have fantasize about this... my god, stop, please, your driving me fucking nuts!" Betty loosened her suction and looked up at Pat. The couple on the screen were fucking, the woman was on all fours and this huge cock was ramming it into her from behind.

"You wanna fuck." She got on all fours and fingered her pussy as Pat's cock was once again beginning to get hard. He rubbed the head of his cock between her cheeks. His cock slid in easily and quickly found she wanted it as bad as he did.

"Fuck me Pat, fuck me hard." He did as he was told.



Mom's Best Friend



"You are joking. Please tell me you're joking?" I doubted my mother understood the desperation in my voice, but I was disgusted and disappointed. How could she do this?

"I'm not joking Chris." My Mom was still calm, oblivious to reality as usual. "I told Megan to call you. She'll be in town next week and I thought it would be wonderful if you could take her to dinner. It's not like you have this busy social life and you can't fit her in. You're always telling me that you don't get out enough."

She was right, but the reason I never got out was because I was always working, not because I didn't have any friends. Being a first-year attorney was like that -- 60 hours a-week, at least. And taking an old lady out to dinner? That didn't count as "getting out". Not to me anyway.

Megan Davis was my mother's best friend, had been for as long as I'd known her, and though it had been years since I'd seen her, I couldn't imagine a worse fate than spending the evening with someone on my mother's wavelength. My spare time was precious and I had work to do.

"Look," mom continued, "I know you don't have a lot of cash to spare. Take Megan somewhere nice. I'll pay. Just make her feel at home. Please?"

"It's not the money mom, "I objected, "I just have a ton of work to do next week. I..."

"I gave her your number. I expect she'll call you early next week."

****

Megan called Monday. She was in town for just a couple of days, at a horticultural convention I'd never heard of. I shook my head as she spoke enthusiastically about getting together, thinking, "This is not real."

I thought about telling her I just couldn't get away, but she was so enthusiastic about meeting I lost heart for that tactic. We agreed on meeting Wednesday evening, at a high-end steakhouse a few blocks from my office. I hit the button on my cell phone and shook my head again, still not quite believing that this was happening.

My memories of Megan were fairly dim. She had been around a lot when I was growing up, but had moved away about 10 years earlier, when her husband died unexpectedly and she wanted to be closer to her sister. My mother and Megan had kept up their friendship by calling each other, seemingly every day, and my mother visiting her at least once a year. Megan had always been kind and friendly to me, but ten years was almost half my age and she couldn't possibly relate to my life now.

Predictably, I got to Callan's steakhouse, where I'd booked a table, almost twenty minutes late. I did have a lot of work on, but it was entirely possible that subconsciously I was trying to make this evening as short as possible. Megan was waiting at the bar when I got there, nonplussed by my lateness.

"Chris, my dear boy." She opened her arms effusively to hug me. "I'd say you haven't changed, but that would be a complete lie. What a handsome young man you've turned out to be."

Her dialogue might have been straight from a bad movie, but her appearance almost shocked me. I recognized her easily from memories and pictures, but she looked younger in person than I'd expected, by at least fifteen years.

I'd expected Megan to portray my mother's age and to a certain extent, her image, but I was dead wrong. I'd forgotten that Megan was 8 years younger than my mother and at 42, she was in great shape, trim, tight and full of life. Megan wore a yellow, red and orange summer dress, a one-piece with a flowery pattern. She had on white casual shoes and big white earrings. Other than that, all she had was a white purse. Her face was tanned but smooth. Wrinkles at the edges of her eyes gave away that she wasn't thirty any longer, but not much else about her body did. As I cast an eye over Megan's dress I noticed her trim waist, full hips and beautifully formed breasts. As we were lead to our table I followed her and noticed her wonderfully rounded bottom. This was my mom's best friend? I shook those thoughts from my head and sat down.

"So," she immediately reached across the table and grabbed my right hand in both of hers, "tell me all about your first job."

Over appetizers I told her about my first few months in the law firm I'd been taken on by. She seemed genuinely interested and my mother had obviously been providing at least some details of my life over the last ten years, especially that my social life had all but disappeared lately.

Megan's hair was jet black, shoulder length and wavy, and her eyes a kind of sea blue. Her face was full of expression as we talked and when her eyes opened wide the contrast against her hair was startling, but I liked that she was engaged in the conversation. This was far better than the lost evening I'd figured was coming my way.

"So, no girlfriend then?" Somehow I knew that one was coming. What is it about that question that all friends and family ask, and everyone who gets asked hates?

"No." I brushed it off. "Not right now."

"But you are seeing girls, aren't you." Her face was earnest and almost concerned. "You young boys need some of that... companionship. Am I right?"

I nodded, embarrassed, not sure what else I could do. It wasn't like I was going to admit not having had a good fuck for almost six months!

Fortunately she changed the subject quickly and we got onto the more comfortable territory of my mother's obsession with daytime TV shows. We ordered steaks and shared sides and the evening fell into a more comfortable rhythm than I had expected, by a long way.

Megan talked about current movies, books and music in a way I hadn't expected. All because I'd figured she was my mom's friend and only had similar interests. As each minute went on I realized that preconception was fading fast. I also realized that I'd better quit drinking the wine before Megan caught me looking at her cleavage.

"So tell me," Megan looked at me intently, "are you seeing anyone right now? You can tell me, I won't inform your mother if you're keeping it from her. You're far too handsome to not have a girl in your bed."

I wondered if she was a little tipsy herself, but couldn't believe that two glasses was enough for that. I also noticed that I wasn't nearly as uncomfortable with the question as I'd been earlier.

"Nope," I shrugged, "nothing to hide. No one in my bed."

"Well, we'll have to do something about that."

Okay, so I found it a strange comment. Sure, I was thinking she was using a general, royal "we" and her words were spoken in a very offhand manner, but I did puzzle over just how she was going to do anything about it.

We were too full for dessert so Megan finished the last of the wine and we had some coffee to round off our, now chatty, evening. I paid the bill, briefly wondered if it would breach my credit card limit, and tried not to let the shock show on my face.

Having entered the evening wanting it to be a short as possible, I was now wondering if I should offer to extend our chat with a visit to a piano bar I knew that was not far away. I decided that was a good idea but Megan replied, "Oh no Chris, there's no need for that. You have a car though, right? How about you take me to my hotel? Save me trying to find a cab."

Of course, I readily agreed.

"That's settled then." Megan flashed a smile at me and reached for her purse. "Come on young man." She reached across the table and took my hand. We got up together and walked out of Callan's arm in arm.

Megan's hotel was several minutes away, almost on the other side of town and as we drove she asked many questions about the city. Often my answers were greeted with friendly pats of her hand on my thigh. By now her gestures weren't unexpected, but I was aware of the effect they were having on me a lot more.

When we got to the hotel Megan directed me to the underground parking lot, rather than the front entrance, and gave me her electronic room key to open the barrier. I guessed that I was supposed to park and escort het at least to the lobby, so found a spot near the elevator, parked, walked around and opened the door for her. Megan offered me her hand as she got out, thanked me and we again fell into an arm in arm walk to the elevator. Once inside, Megan pressed the "6" button for her floor. A few thoughts crossed my mind but I shook them away quickly... that was just plain crazy.

Megan continued our conversation, almost completely one-sided at this point, while I followed quietly and my thoughts filled with what we may or may not be doing. Her matter-of-fact tone and actions lent innocence to our actions, but there was no doubting the fact that I was accompanying a beautiful mature woman to her hotel room -- not something a 22 year-old can ignore, or take for granted.

When Megan opened her room door an entered she didn't indicate for me to follow her, but I did so just the same. No matter what this was about, I knew that I was supposed to follow. Once inside she placed her purse on one of the two soft chairs beside a small table. The Hotel room was standard, upscale for sure, but not luxury. The bed was pristine with lots of pillows of different sizes. There was a small suitcase on a stand and a few small artifacts Megan had left around.

Unsure where to sit, I stood and watched as Megan bent down to a small refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of wine. She found a couple of glass tumblers and held one of them up, along with the wine. "This okay?" I nodded and she indicated I should sit. I sat on the edge of the bed.

Megan turned and gave me one of the glasses she'd poured and then she sat on the other chair next to the table. Before taking a drink of her wine she unclipped her large white earrings and put them down. Picking up her glass again, she leaned over to me with it and offered, "Cheers."

Our glasses clinked and I took a full mouthful of the wine. Then I reached over and placed my glass on the table also, conscious that if I kept it in my hand I would drink it quickly and I still had to drive home.

"You look a little tense." Megan held her glass and sipped again. "You're not nervous are you?"

I tried to look relaxed and shrugged. I should have asked her, "Nervous of what?" but the truth was, I was nervous!

"Relax." Megan urged, putting down her glass and moving to sit next to me on the bed. "Nothing to be nervous about. I don't bite." She placed her hand on my thigh and let her shoulder rest against mine. "I'll only bite if you want me to." Megan gave a little laugh. "I much prefer the softer side of things though, don't you?"

I turned my head slightly and Megan brought her lips to mine. There was no urgency as she kissed me, just a gently kiss that allowed me to feel her soft lips and start to kiss her back. Our mouths opened together and I felt her tongue softly enter my mouth. There was still no urgency in Megan's sensual movements, but I did feel her hand rub my thigh a little harder as her tongue found mine and we explored each other's mouths.

When we broke the kiss Megan inclined back on the bed a little, leaned on her arm and looked up at me. "That wasn't so bad, was it? Feeling a little less tense now?"

I smiled down at her and leaned over, my turn to kiss her. Megan eased back further as we kissed, lying on the bed now. Her hand came up to caress my neck as I played with her tongue and felt her soft lips, urging me to stay with her and enjoy the long kiss. There was no doubt I was less tense, and now aroused, but it was still slightly weird, the thought of making out with my mom's best friend. Megan's hands came to my sides, feeling my flesh through my shirt, making me feel better by the moment.

"Sit up." Megan instructed when we broke the kiss, pushing herself upright and swinging her legs off the bed. Two steps and she was in front of me. She looked down and just had time for a quick, wicked smile, before kneeling in front of me.

"You don't mind if I have a look in here, do you?" Her hand massaged the front of my pants and she looked into my eyes. "No, doesn't feel like you mind." She started to pull away my belt and her fingers worked on the clasp and zipper of my pants.

I eased my weight off the bed when she grabbed my pants at the sides of the waistband and pulled. Megan pulled my pants underwear away with one swift move and then pulled my shoes and socks off so she could complete the extraction of clothing from below my waist. I was hard, already throbbing, already red, when her eyes came back to see what she'd uncovered. I leaned back a little, letting my shirt pull away from my erection. Megan took in the sight for a moment before she reached out to take hold of me.

The luscious feeling of a new hand around my cock was sublime. I looked down and watched her hand as it varied pressure on my shaft and explored me.

"Not such a small boy anymore, that's for sure." She smirked, watching her hand now as it pulled my foreskin away from the head of my cock and down the shaft. "Been a while since I've seen an uncut cock. Beautiful." She licked her lips.

Megan's hand felt warm and soft as she gave me a few long, delicious strokes. I groaned with pleasure as she worked my cock, a groan that brought a wide smile to her face. She looked up and watched my face as she stroked me again. "Does that feel a little better?"

I nodded, feeling incapable of adding anything worthwhile to the conversation at that point. Megan slowly brought her head closer to my cock. I knew she was going to take me in her mouth, but the deliberate way she moved was all the more erotic because she appeared to be savoring the move. I watched as my cock disappeared under her head and then I felt the warm wetness of her mouth close over me.

Megan didn't immediately start working me up and down, but kind of stayed there for a few moments, swirling her tongue around the head of my cock and sucking on me. Again, it seemed like she was savoring the moment, showing more experience and restraint than I was used to in the girls I'd known.

As she started bobbing her head up and down on me she brought her hands between my legs and eased them apart. This allowed her to make longer strokes on me, taking me to the back of her mouth and allowing her tongue to brush along my cock with each stroke. Megan worked her hands further up my thighs and her fingers reached my balls. As she gently eased them out and up I felt a huge burst of excitement and groaned loudly.

Leaving one hand to play with my balls, Megan brought her other hand to wrap around my cock and stroke and twist in time with her bobbing head. She took a moment to crane her neck and look up at me. Obviously seeing the pleasure in my face, she smiled as much as was possible with my cock in her mouth, and resumed her work.

Megan had only been stroking me for a few minutes when I realized that I was approaching climax. I worried momentarily about cumming too soon, spewing cum into Megan's mouth and appearing to be a little boy who couldn't control himself. Then I realized that Megan knew exactly what she was doing and probably knew exactly where I was on the excitement meter. I relaxed and let her continue, resigned to her having control over my approaching orgasm.

Lifting her mouth off me, but continuing slow movements with her hand, Megan looked up at me and said, "It's okay baby. Let it happen... relax and let it be good." Then she clamped her mouth over me again.

By then it was impossible to do anything but comply with her soft words. I felt her mouth slip up and down my shaft, her tongue licking at the head of my cock as she almost came off me, then descending on me again. Her hands moved in complete synchronicity, one holding my balls, making sure the varied the pressure and increased the pleasure and the other slipping up and down, supporting her mouth as she slowly eased me closer to exploding.

By the time my climax arrived Megan had her movements down to slow and essential. It was like she knew exactly how much pressure to exert to keep my climax at bay but building. When it started she stroked faster and clamped her mouth tighter around my cock.

My whole body shuddered as the climax broke, sparking through my every nerve with red hot pleasure and divine release. My cock started twitching in Megan's mouth and had pulsed inside her several times before the first spurt of cum shot out from the end of my cock and into her mouth. Megan didn't flinch as she stayed covering me and I twitched several shots into her. As my cock started to relax a little and the flow stopped Megan sucked hard on me, her tongue swirling as she tried to collect all of my juice.

When she pulled off me finally, I slumped back on the bed and sighed deeply -- reveling in one of the biggest climaxes of my life.

Megan kept her hand on my cock as she came up from her kneeling position and sat on the bed. "That was nice," she cooed, "I take it you enjoyed as much as I did?" I could hear the laugh in her voice but felt her eyes looking down at her hand and my cock.

"That was... spectacular." I managed to reply after a few seconds.

"Good." Sue leaned back and looked at my flushed face. "You have a lovely cock here. No pressure, but I'm looking forward to feeling it inside me."

By now I felt no pressure at all. Megan was no longer my mom's best friend, but was now a seriously hot older woman and I now intended to make the very best of our time together.

"Would you like to take my dress off for me?" She asked, standing up in anticipation of my answer.

I got up from my prone position and moved to stand behind her. My cock bounced in front of me, proud of its release, still swollen but no longer erect. I reached up to the back of Megan's dress and started to pull on the zipper. I eased it down to her bottom, revealing a white bra strap on the way down and the elastic waistline of some white panties. Megan shimmied her hips as the dress fell away, easing it over her hips to fall in a heap around her feet.

"That's better." She turned to face me.

Megan's body was in great shape. Sure it wasn't as tight as a twenty year-old's would be, but she was in great shape for her age, a shape that was hot as hell now that I'd got over who she was. I ran my hands over her midriff, feeling her skin. I looked at her chest and then down to the white panties that covered her pussy. I wanted to see all of her.

I reached up to unclip her bra but Megan was a tiny bit ahead of me and reached behind her back to help. The fastener straps fell away to her sides and her cleavage slipped a little. I completed the job by taking the cups of the bra in my hand and easing it away to reveal her breasts. Without the support of the bra Megan's breasts sagged a little, but they were big and had large dark nipples that still pointed straight out. I took a breast in each hand and felt them, pushing those hard nipples back as I delighted in the weight and softness of her breasts.

I let go of one breast, held the nipple of the other up and brought my mouth to suck on it. I felt Megan's hand hold my head into her as I sucked and played with her nipple in my mouth. I continued to use a hand to feed her nipple to my mouth and let my other reach around to feel the skin on her back. I made several exploratory moves down her back to the elastic of her panties, the last one letting my fingers slip inside and grasp her buttock.

When I pulled my hand out of the rear of her panties I brought it around to the front, slowly descending down between her legs. I felt Megan's legs open slightly, allowing me to feel the heat from her pussy as I followed the crease of her pussy lips down between her thighs. I pressed my fingers hard into her as I traced the crease up and down a few times. Megan moaned when I pressed onto her clit, let my hand come up and then slip quickly inside her panties.

Inside the material of her panties she was hotter than ever, and wet. My fingers were instantly coated in her juices as I explored her folds. My middle finger was inside her quickly and easily and it felt like she was so wet she would almost drip off my hand. I pushed deep inside her, my mouth now coming off her nipple. Megan looked at my face and sort of sighed and smiled at the same time. "I want something else in there." She reached out and found my hardening cock. "Feels like you're ready. Gotta love that about a younger man."




Mom's Best Friend



Megan stepped back, my hand came out of her panties and allowed her to pull them down and step out of them. She moved back to the bed and pulled me with her, by the cock. When she was fully lying out I looked down and saw her pussy for the first time. It was neatly trimmed above her opening, but shaved around her lips. All around she glistened with her juices, spread by my hand. I started to lean over, intent on tasting her.

Megan caught me before I got my tongue between her legs. "I want your cock baby. Now."

I changed position and kneeled between her open legs. My cock was now fully recharged and standing to full attention as I looked down at Megan. She raised her arms, inviting me on top of her.

I slowly descended and Megan reached out to take my cock in her hand as I got into position. She lost no time in positioning me at her opening. All that was left for me to do was thrust into her. I did so with a positive move, one long swift push that her pussy accepted with a warm, slick covering.

I paused when I got as deep as I could go. Megan was smiling, enjoying me inside her. "You like?" She asked.

I nodded, watching her face intently as I pulled slowly out of her. Megan's eyes closed as I moved, savoring my cock moving inside her. "I like." I answered.

As I started to thrust in and out of her, Megan shuffled, opening her legs and bringing her kneed up a little to allow me the best access she could to her sweet pussy. Her hands clasped my ass cheeks and urged me to plunge as deep as I could inside her.

"You feel so good." She panted as I built up a rhythm. "I love to feel a young guy fucking me. You ever think about fucking an older woman?"

"Not until this evening." I admitted. "You feel amazing."

"Here," Megan shuffled a little, moved away and my cock slipped out of her, "try this." She had moved to her side, hitched on leg up and invited me to straddle her straight leg and push my cock back into her pussy.

Again, that first thrust into her was divine. I looked down and saw Megan shuffled a little more so I could move more easily. I reached down and started to finger her clit and the top of her pussy, feeling the side of my shaft as it plunged into her and slowly withdrew until almost out. Each time I let the rim of my cock come out of her pussy and then push the whole cock back inside, sliding that length with deliberate and long strokes.

"Yes, there." Megan whispered as I fingered her. "Oh yes."

I watched her face and kept my strokes long and solid. I saw her arch her head back on the bed as she got close to climax. Megan seemed breathless now, almost unable to move as my fingers stroked her slit and my cock trust into her. I looked down and watched my cock disappear, saw my fingers playing with her and then looked up again at Megan, lost in pleasure now.

I saw her face freeze and sensed that she was cumming. She moaned and I knew that I was doing the right things for her. "Yes." She breathed as I slowed my fingers to simply apply pressure in time with my thrusts. "Oh God, yes." Megan almost sighed as she came.

Her whole body shuddered, almost forcing my cock out of her pussy as she cramped up. I managed to keep it in there though, continuing to move in and out while she was flooded with climax. Megan urged me on through her climax by trying to push back with each stroke I made. Then she shivered a little, opened her eyes and look at me. She nodded, letting me know it was good.

"Keep going baby," was the first thing she said. "Keep going, cum for me. I want to feel you cum inside me."

The combination of her words, watching her cum and seeing my cock slip in and out of her was all it took. I was almost surprised at how close I was to cumming, so soon after the first, and right up to the final few strokes I pounded into Megan.

I watched her face as I came. Her eyes locked with mine intensely as I made one final stroke and the orgasm burst inside of me. I grunted and tried to keep thrusting as the climax broke, my body hindered by the pleasure taking up all the bandwidth of my nervous system and flooding me with pleasure. Megan's eyes widened when the first shot of cum hit her pussy, then her face softened to a smile knowing it was powerful and good for me.

I slumped to lie on the bed and Megan softly moved next to me, reaching over to let her hand gently cover my deflated cock. We looked up at the ceiling and caught our breath.

"You have a lovely cock. You know that?"

"Your body... fantastic."

"Thank you." Megan squeezed my cock, her fingertips making sure she touched my balls.

"You better not tell my mother about this." I laughed, the weight of the last few minutes catching up with me.

Megan joined my laughter. "No fear of that. She'd never talk to me again. It's been a memorable night though. I hope you don't regret meeting me."

I shifted up onto one elbow and looked at the flushed face of my new lover. "No," I said quietly, "It's been a wonderful evening."

"Good." Megan sighed and closed her eyes in content. "You think you'd like to stay for breakfast? The hotel has an excellent buffet."

I kissed Megan. "That would be nice." 



Mom's Best Friend



I'll start by saying this has nothing to do with my mom, so if you're looking for something more Oedipus-sy, I wish you the best of luck. This is a quick story about my experience with an older woman. 

My mom and Jenna met each other in the hospital while they were giving birth; mom was having my little sister and Jenna was having her first of three children. Despite the age difference - mom was in her early 30s and Jenna was barely 20 - they quickly became good friends, eventually becoming great friends. Jenna and her husband, Rick, became part of our family. Like an aunt and uncle, without any of the blood relations. 

We lived in a small town and tended to do things together. Movie nights, BBQs, camping, and even holidays. One of my earliest sexy memories of Jenna was while we were in Mexico at one of those all-inclusive resorts. She'd had a couple of years to get her pre-baby figure back, and she looked amazing. The two of us were at the pool because the rest of our families had taken the ferry to Cozumel. I used to get terrible sea-sickness and Jenna wanted to lay by the pool and soak up the sun, so she suggested the two of us hang out while the rest of the family explored the little island. I had my books and she had a few margaritas. It was looking like it was going to be a very good day. 

Being that I was a late bloomer, I'd seen a few of my dad's stroke books and had a basic idea about sex, but I wasn't particularly sexually aware. I was 18, but the hormones hadn't quite kicked in yet. 

I guess a bit about Jenna would be appropriate here - back then, she was an Italian goddess. Olive skin, hair so dark brown it was almost black, and a dedication to exercise combined with a superb metabolism had resulted in a near-perfect body. This was in the era of jazzercise and aerobics, so she didn't have rock-hard abs and buns of steel, rather, soft curves and a toned body. The white bikini she wore showed off her supple skin and fantastic figure. I'm in my 50s now, and still can't recall a body that amazing. 

Jenna and I had been in and out of the pool for most of the afternoon, horsing around. We'd been playing water-basketball and there were a few times where I accidentally bumped her while trying to block a shot, or she'd do the same to me. Nothing major, but a young guy isn't going to forget the first time a strange boob brushes against his arm - hell, any contact with the opposite sex was memorable. Eventually we got out and after a quick bite decided to sit and enjoy the sun for a while. My mom was paranoid about skin cancer, so I was well trained at making sure I was slathered in sunscreen regularly. I covered my arms, neck, chest, and legs before awkwardly trying to cover my back. That's when Jenna took the bottle from me and rubbed it into my skin. It was amazing. The touch of her hands on my skin...exquisite. And then to make matters worse, she proceeded to squeeze out more lotion to ensure she was adequately covered. 

She poured the lotion into her hands and began applying it to her long, luscious legs. She bent over to reach her shins and calves, giving me an incredible view of her more-than-ample cleavage as it strained against the flimsy material of her bikini top. As she moved up her legs, she gave me a polite smile as she caught me staring at her. I blushed and looked away, only to see that pretty much every guy on the pool deck was straining to watch her put on the sunscreen. Some of them were trying to be discreet, watching out of the corner of their eye to avoid confrontation with their wives, while others were openly ogling her. I laughed and tried hard not to look at her again, but apparently my hormones had finally kicked in and I soon found myself watching as her hands crossed her tight tummy and made their way to the land of underboob. She had her eyes closed as she applied the lotion, covering her body with the invisible sun barrier. Her hands moved with the natural motions that come from doing a task numerous times, and before long she was rubbing the last of the lotion into her face, smiling at me while she did it. With a bit of lotion on her finger, she tapped me on the nose to break me out of my trance.

"Would you mind putting some on my back for me?" 

I knew she asked me, but it was funny to see four of the guys closest to us to jump out of their seats. Apparently everyone is a gentleman.

Jenna moved the lounge chair into the reclined position, and then turned over to give me access to her back. She jumped a bit when I squirted the cool lotion directly onto her back, but soon relaxed and let me caress her skin with my inexperienced hands. As I moved up to the strap of her bikini, she reached behind and undid the bow. 

"I'll just undo this so I don't get any tan lines,' she said. 

I certainly wasn't going to argue, so I continued to apply the sunscreen, enjoying my first experience of touching an actual woman. By the time I was done, I had a major tent pole situation and no clue what to do with it or how to hide it. I grabbed my book and smashed it against my swim trunks, painfully subduing the growing monster in my shorts, then excused myself to go back to my room. Jenna lazily nodded to me before drifting off to sleep in the hot sun. And that was the day I learned about the joy of masturbation, and to this day I will occasionally dip into that memory for inspiration.

It must have been a great trip for Jenna and Rick as well, as about nine months later their daughter was born. 

Since it was a small town and we were nearly neighbors, I was often requested to babysit for Jenna. This was a dream come true for a horny eighteen year old - staying in the home of your crush and getting paid for it. Hell yeah I was "up" for the job. Looking back, I know it was wrong, but I explored every aspect of their home while they were out and the kids were asleep. I rubbed one out on more than one occasion thanks to her sexy underwear drawer, and the day I found their selection of toys I just about shot a load in my pants. Being that close to the selection of vibrators, dildos, and nipple clamps that I knew had been on - and in - her incredible body was painfully enjoyable. I picked each magical item up and brought it to my nose, detecting a faint hint of her natural perfume and burning more memories into my limitless spankbank. The week after I found her toy chest I could barely walk, as I must have taken advantage of myself ten times a day, each better than the last. Ahh, to be 19 again. 

Time went by but my crush for Jenna never wavered. I'd dated a few girls in town, but I was still a virgin. Even though I had just entered my twenties, I still babysat for Jenna and Rick whenever possible, and fantasized about her at least once per week, usually more often. This was pre-internet days, so a man's imagination was still a powerful thing. 

The phone rang at my house one afternoon and my mom answered it. I heard her talking to Jenna for a few minutes, and then ending with a, "I'll send him right over." Apparently she needed some help moving furniture, and since Rick had taken the kids out of town, she wanted to know if I could lend a hand. 

I don't think my feet touched the ground as I sprinted to help her.

I knocked and waited for the, "Come in," before entering. I could hear that she was down the hall. 

"I'm down here, Chris - can you please give me a hand?" 

I gulped and walked towards the bedroom, my horny mind willing to make Faustian deals just for the opportunity to catch a peek of her while she was changing. I was not prepared for what I was about to find.

Jenna was lying on her bed wearing a black negligee and a smile as I walked into the room. I froze in my tracks, and I'm pretty sure my jaw bounced off my chest. She patted the spot beside her, and beckoned me to her side.

"Chris, since I didn't get you a gift for your twentieth birthday, I was hoping there was something I could do to make it up to you." she said. 

I was dumbstruck and couldn't say a word, but I kicked off my shoes and walked to the bed to sit beside her.

She took my hand, giving my palm a gentle kiss. 

"You've always been a good boy, and I see you've turned into a good looking man," she said. "I don't think we're going to have another opportunity to do this, but if you're willing to learn a few things from an old lady, I'm willing to teach you. But this is a one-time only experience, and you can't go blabbing about it to all your friends."

My tongue was too tied to form actual words, so I just smiled and nodded.

"Ok, now, are you still a virgin?"

I nodded.

"Good, you don't have any bad habits yet then. Ok, well, let's get the first one out of the way. I can see that you're just about ready to burst."

And with that, she reached down to my waist and undid my belt and jeans. She hooked her fingers into my waistband and pulled my pants and underwear down around my knees in one swift motion. She leaned closer, taking my swollen cock in her hands. As soon as her soft fingers embraced my raging hard on, I exploded. I could have won an award for volume and distance as ropes of steamy cum shot out of me. Some landed on the bed spread, the carpet, and I think I even got some on the wall across from us. I was embarrassed to cum so early, but Jenna giggled and then guided my still-twitching cock into her mouth. I felt her tongue swirl around me and moments later I unleashed another volley of man juice down her throat. 

She backed away, licking her lips and smiling at me.

"Ok, that should ease some of the pressure, now let's get down to the fun stuff," she said.

And that's when my instruction began. Jenna guided me through everything she knew about sex, and in my opinion, she knew a helluva lot. We began with kissing and touching - deep passionate tongue kisses while our hands roamed. She guided my hands over her body, showing me how to tease her nipples to attention, and then bringing my fingers down to the warm and wet valley between her legs. She whispered in my ear how to use my fingers to pleasure her, explaining when to speed up and when to slow down. With every orgasm that rocked through her - and I quickly became aware as to when she was having one - I felt the shudder of her body all the way to the base of my straining cock. I'd already cum hard twice, but I was aching for release yet again. While I was teasing her with my fingers, Jenna guided my mouth down her neck and into her delicious cleavage, Another tremble coursed through her when I took a nipple in my mouth, and yet another when I lightly bit at the dark brown nub. 

We paused for a moment, both out of breath and not saying a word. She pushed me back on the bed and manoeuvered herself so there was a knee on either side of my head. She bent forward and took my cock in her mouth again, and without any urging I brought my tongue to her delicious pussy. I buried my face between her wet folds and licked and sucked everything I could find. I noticed that certain areas brought an immediate response from her body, so I made sure to focus on them and help her ride through another course of orgasms. As I was sucking on her clit, I moved my hand up and slipped a few fingers into her, letting my digits fuck her as my tongue focused on her obviously sensitive clit. It was difficult to focus, as I could feel her sucking and licking my rock hard cock. I was able to last a bit longer this time, but eventually shot another load into her mouth. After she finished swallowing it all, she turned around and came face to face with me, bringing her mouth to mine. I tasted the cum on her lips as she forced her sticky tongue into my mouth, but this wasn't the first time I'd tasted my own juices - after our trip to Mexico, let's just say I found something to do with my free time. 

While we kissed, Jenna moved her hand between my legs to grab onto my still swollen cock. She guided me into her pussy and began a gentle rocking while she sat on top of me. I bucked my hips in time with her movements, feeling her hot body wrap itself around my hard shaft until I felt her stiffen then begin to quiver as another orgasm raced through her. I slowed my pace to give her a rest, but when she whispered, "I want to feel your cum deep inside me," I sped up. Being that this was my first time, I had pretty much no control, and in spite of the previous releases, I was ready to blow in seconds. I slammed my pelvis against hers, rocking my hips so hard that days later I could feel the strained muscles throughout my body. I felt the eruption and gasped as I unloaded it deep inside her. We collapsed on the bed, a heap of tangled limbs. Sticky with sweat and juices, we lay for a moment before we both nodded off to sleep.

We awoke an hour or so later, and Jenna suggested we should have a shower to "freshen up." That led to even more fun, and I think I emptied the last of my sperm reserves about the same time we ran out of hot water. 

While we dried off, Jenna said, "You should get going home now. Your mom is going to think I've abducted you. I know I said this was a one-time event, but maybe you can stop by tomorrow and I'll teach you a few more tricks."

I gulped and nodded, and made a mental note to stock up on Gatorade. 

That summer, Jenna continued to teach me whenever we had the time to be alone together, but by late fall we knew it was coming to an end. She was pregnant again, and she told me it was her husband's child, not mine. I didn't know enough about anatomy yet to know if she was telling me the truth, but I couldn't think of a reason as to why she'd lie about something like that. They named the baby Kristina. 

Jenna and I kept in touch over the years, and while we didn't hook up as often as I'd hoped, we still managed to enjoy each other's' company on more than one occasion. I asked her once if Kristina was my child, and Jenna just smiled at me and said, "Rick is her father, and always will be. Let's just say you were her inspiration."

Jenna passed away last summer, but she has always been the yardstick I measure all relationships against. I've never been with another woman as sexually powerful as Jenna was, but the tricks she showed me that summer made sure I was able to find enough willing victims to make a fair comparison.



Mom's Best Friend



I would like to thank anyone who will read this and hope that you enjoy it. Truthfully this story was inspired by a friend that my mother did run around with since before I was born and the character is a real close comparison. She's still out there somewhere, so where ever you are, this one's for you. I would also like to take this time to thank TallMan for editing this perverse fantasy and fixing all of my third grade mistakes, his patience with my horrid spelling and grammar is remarkable, thank you. As for everyone out there who favorites my stories and reads these things I want to say thank you, as long as you keep reading, I'll keep writing. And as always, my hope is that you find it just as much a delicious turn on reading as I did writing it.

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My mother has a friend that everyone calls foxy. I don't think Foxy is her real name but that's all I've ever known her as. Now my mother and her friend wasn't what you would call girly. Sure, they lived to dress up as much as any other girls do but as far as how they behaved, well let's just say they weren't afraid of anyone or anything. I remember seeing the both of them get into a bar brawl and beat the hell out of a total of six broads. Foxy was a fighter and was more likely to fight a man faster than she would a woman, which was almost impossible to believe considering she's only five foot five. She reminded me of Madonna when she was doing her truth or dare tour. Foxy was maybe a hundred and twenty pounds soak and wet, had that nice hourglass shape with nice thick curves in her hips. Her long, straight and shiny blonde hair paired nicely with her cool icy blue eyes. The one thing that drives me crazy was this crooked little cocky smile she had, and oh my god she had this sexy raspy voice that wasn't anything less than intoxicating.

She was more than the perfect fuel for my young masturbation fantasies. My thoughts of her when I was coming into that age of exploration and curiosity kept me hard and pumping my thick healthy young cock constantly. There was this one time; she was on her way to the bathroom I guess and walked past my room. Mom had a house full, like she almost always does. There was no way I'd go to sleep with the thick miasma of cigarette and pot smoke drifting in along with the loud music and bellowing laughter. My home, more often than not was like a back woods road house. I didn't have a door, just an old ninja turtles sheet that hung in the doorway. I don't know why I didn't have a door; it was that way when we moved in.

Anyway, there I was pumping my little five-inch or so pecker, my eyes closed and my mind caught up in visions of my hard cock disappearing down Foxy's throat, my fingers slipping in her dripping hole when suddenly I heard a giggle coming from the doorway. Anyone who's been caught in the act knows how it is; I jumped almost into the air, my heart thumping hard enough in my chest that it could have burst right out through the skin. I yanked my covers up, pulling them clear to my chin, embarrassed, shocked, and probably turning beet red in the shadowy gloom. My heart was pounding and I wasn't sure what would happen next but when I looked up there stood Foxy, peering in with the sheet pulled back.

"When you get a little older kid you come see foxy and I'll take real good care of you. Just remember that, and I'll pop that cherry and teach you right." She giggled again before letting the sheet drop closed. My head jumbled with questions, what did she mean by that, she couldn't possibly mean what I thought she did, or did she? And what did she mean by "teach me right?" I mean, it could really only mean one thing right? It didn't matter at the time but it most definitely would a couple of years later. * A COUPLE OF YEARS LATER

When I turned eighteen my mom threw me a big party which was basically the thing she did all the time anyway but this time it would be a Halloween in JuLY party since Halloween is my favorite Holliday and mom loves any idea that gives her the opportunity to dress up in inappropriate costumes. Needless to say, I've probably seen my mother more ways than I should and definitely have seen more of her flesh than I probably should over the years, she's not what you would call shy. It was no surprise that the majority of the guests that mom invited to my party were mainly her drinking and fuck buddies, It was also no big surprise that her boyfriend at the time had used the opportunity to get sloshed before anyone even arrived. I was figuring that it was going to be just like any other night were everyone was just going to wind up fucking or fighting or both, so as soon as the small crowd became loud and rowdy I slipped away, disappearing to the bathroom to take a piss. 

After draining the tank and hitting the little knob on the stool, I washed my hands and splashed some cold water on my face, staring in the medicine cabinet's mirror, the icy water dripping down and wetting the collar of my nirvana; baby swimming t-shirt. I stood there looking into the shimmering reflection of the mirror, wondering who else might show up, patting my face dry on a less than soft towel that hung by the door. Tossing the towel in the hamper standing in the corner I walked out heading to my room. I had found and replaced the sheet with a door I found and repainted, it wasn't an exact fit but it's better than the alternative. To my surprise, when I walked into the room I found foxy stretched across my bed. She lay on her stomach, kicking her feet and flipping through my skin rag as if she owned the place. "I've been waiting for you kid; in fact, I've been waiting for you for quite a while now." She chuckled, staring at the pornographic pictures on the glossy pages of the magazine.

I looked at her confused, I had forgotten what she told me years ago and couldn't figure out what she meant. She looked up grinning with that seductive grin that she was famous for. " the last time I saw a look like that on your face I had just caught you laying in this bed stroking your cock." she whispered rolling to her side and propping her head on her palm. Even though she was nearly forty-eight years old, she was still as hot as I remembered her being when I was just a kid playing with my toys. Looking back it seemed I was always infatuated with her. Foxy's heavy breasts pushed together and sloped down from the weight of gravity, her cleavage exposed and leaving little to the imagination under her slinky black, lace body suit stretching over her large tits and then packed into a blue jean sleeveless vest that was holding on for dear life by one button. That button seemed like it would pop off and shoot an eye out any moment. She wore a pair of faded blue jean short shorts over the body suit, the top button of the fly was unfastened with two little corners of denim fabric splayed open teasing me like a naughty little invitation. I gulped, the memory of her holding the sheet back and grinning at me flashing in my mind, that's when I remembered what she said. Was she planning to take my virginity tonight and "teach me right." as she put it a couple of years ago. I suddenly became very nervous, my knees were growing a little week and my hands began to tremble and sweat.

"oh sweet boy, look at you. I forgot how nerve racking this can be." She said standing and coming over to me. I almost stepped away but forced myself to stand still. She took me by my hands and pulled them around her, placing them on her ass. She looked up into my eyes and ran her hands over my chest. "You're not such a boy any longer are you kid? No I think you've become a big strong man." She whispered in a sexy, raspy voice before standing on the tips of her black velvet, chrome tipped boots and gently pressed her lips to mine. My eyes shot open, I didn't know what to think about the whole situation, I was just so worried that we would get caught that I didn't know how to react, but foxy seemed to have the whole situation well in hand as she took her lips away smiling. "Now see there that wasn't so bad was it?" I like your lips, there soft, sweet and young, almost like you're moms." she purred

I swallowed deep and took a breath, blushing and embarrassed, I found it hard to look at her. "I like your lips to aunt foxy, it's just..." She wasn't really my aunt but mom always referred to her as my aunt so I picked it up.

"It's just what honey?" she asked looking at me questionably and pulling away. I didn't want her to pull away; I liked her close, I liked the warmth of her body against mine.

"It's just that I'm afraid that mom is going to walk in any minute and catch us?"

Foxy shook her head; she didn't seem afraid at all and wasn't worried in the least from what I could tell from her laughter. "And what if she does, what's the big deal. You're a man grown now babe, you do realize that right, and you can stand up for yourself."

"Yeah, I realize that, I just don't want to be the reason for a fight between you and mom." I said, trying hard not to notice the deep cleft of her cleavage. If I wasn't red already I sure as shit was now.

"Ah shit kid," she chuckled, taking my hand and pulling me along. She sat down on the bed, patting the spot right beside her. "You really need to relax, here, sit next to me. Look, she wouldn't care and if she did; and that's a big if, she'd get over it, she always does. Here, I got something for us, I was going to hold off till later, but I think you could use it now." She turned and got into her purse beside the bed, leaning way over and rummaging around in the bag for what to me seemed like a ridiculous amount of time. Now that I look back, I realize that she was giving me a good long look at her ass. Good thing I did just that, I almost drooled over her gorgeously round, lace covered ass.

Once she got finished looking through the small handbag, she sat up holding a leather flip top cigarette case. She had the thing for only god knows how long. The leather was originally black but had lost its luster over the years. There were wrinkles on the top were it flipped open once the metal latch was flipped but my favorite part was the embossed Harley Davidsons screaming eagle design on the front of the flap. She flipped it open and shoved a finger down into the top of the cigarette pack inside. She found what she was looking for and slid a joint out. It wasn't the first time I've ever seen a joint, my mother was a great supporter of controlled substances and I knew that foxy did too.

"Look kid, I don't know if you've ever done this or not but I know that you're going to tonight." She said pulling a lighter from the side of the case and lighting the end, taking a big smooth drag from the joint. I sat there at odds with myself trying to decide rather or not I should or shouldn't. Foxy made the decision for me, shoving it in my mouth. "Take it easy at first and be sure to inhale, its good weed." She demanded while holding in lung fulls of the intoxicating smoke.

I did like she said and took it slow at first; I drew the small hit, held it in, and then exhaled, feeling my head lighten and relax. "Wow foxy, this is kind of cool."

"Hell yeah kid, that's what I'm talking about, there's a pot head born every minute." she giggled taking another hit and handing the joint back to me. "So kid, you uh, ever wonder about what this night would be like since back when?" she asked leaning back on her palms and struggling to kick off her boots. My god I thought, is everything this woman does so seductive, is her every movement so alluring or is it just the reefer? Inquiring minds want to know.

"Umm well, I would be lying if I said no that's for sure." I giggled, handing her back the joint and exhaling a huge cloud of smoke. "I think I'm starting to get the hang of this." She laughed and took another hit; her tits pushed out making them look even bigger with the way she was leaning. "So what type of things would you think of when you were thinking about tonight. What did you think would happen, how did you think things would go?"

My face turned hot as fire, a mirage of images flashed through my head reminding me of every fantasy I ever played through my mind that involved foxy. Suddenly I found myself trying to hide my hard on. The long cut-off jean shorts I was wearing were a little tighter than I usually like so it was making it just that much more difficult to camouflage. "Umm, uh, well yeah, I might have thought about tonight a couple few times."

"A few times, yeah right kid, aunty foxy's probably your favorite jerking inspiration to think of aint I?" she giggled laying all the way back, arching like a cat with her arms stretched out over her head. "Well I'm not shamed to tell you that I've thought about this night many, many times kid, in fact; I'm not ashamed to tell u that I've thought about this night and rubbed and poked myself off to many, many good orgasms." She purred.

I couldn't believe what this woman was saying, this hot and sexy temptress who I have known since I was in my mother's belly was laying on my bed, confessing that she hadn't only thought of me in sexual ways, but also got herself off while doing it. My heart pumped wildly and my head was swimming in the intoxication of hormones and weed as the thought of her hand or toy or whatever was buried between her thighs while thinking about me pumping my cock or whatever it was her mind conjured up, Whispering my name as she cummed. This was a dream come true and I was stoned for the first time to boot. "So when you think of aunty foxy doing all those naughty things to you, how does it start?" she asked flickering her long thick eyelashes, her blue eyes lined in thick black slutty eyeliner, I love slutty eye's.

"Well, I kind of, uh," I froze, my mind went blank, this had to be a prank, had to be some crazy gag. I didn't know how to react, I felt like I was lost in a haze. I took a deep breath and shrugged, shaking my head.

"It's ok baby, take your time and relax." she consoled, sitting up and taking me by the hand. She brought her lips to my forehead, kissing me almost motherly. "Maybe you're just not ready for this yet." she said smoothing my shaggy dark brown hair back out of my face. "It'll be ok, we can always do this some other time kid."

No, I want to do this now, I have been dreaming of this moment way too long. I'm not letting this opportunity pass me by. She stood up and went for the door, at that moment a thought came to mind, words I had just recently read in a war time paper back "carpe' diem" or seize the day. And that's just what I was going to do. "No wait." I gripped her hand and pulled her back to me. "Do you really want to know, about my fantasy?" I looked into her brilliant eye's, little pools that draw me in and make me want to forever lose my self, swimming in her cool blue currents.

"That's why I'm here kid." She teased, easing me back on the bed and climbing up, straddling my hips. I grunted, my cock flinching from the way she snuggled her pelvis against mine. "It's ok, there's nothing to be embarrassed about, I've heard it all and done most of It." She teased, I knew foxy had been around the block more times than she could probably remember by now. I've over heard some of the big, burly, leather clad bikers that hung around from time to time, talking about some of the things that my mom and aunty foxy had done together. The truth told though, foxy and my mom were both sluts, banging this guy and that guy or these guys, even each other if gossip held any truth to it. But that's kind of what I liked about her. The trashy biker bitch clothes, the lusty alluring look she always has in her eye's, even her mere movements and the way she carried herself spelled sex. 

I knew she could feel my excited cock pushing against her, flexing underneath her weight. She looked into my eyes, devilishly smirking; and slipped her hands up under my t-shirt, gently running her lee press ons over my dimpling skin. Fuck it, "Ok; well you know how you caught me before," I began explaining, gripping a big hand full of her ass. Her smirk widened, her cheeks blushing and reddening. I got a small high from the thought that I could make this experienced woman blush after all she's done. 

"How could I forget, I saw you pumping your cock in the dark and was instantly soaked. I don't think I've ever gotten so hot so fast in my life. I wanted to ravish you then and there." 

My stomach was fluttering and I was finding it hard to believe that this woman who practically helped raise me, thought about me the same way I thought about her, wanted me as much as I wanted her. "Well," I continued. "That's usually how the fantasy begins, not all the time but mostly. You stand there at the curtain and then I look up and see you standing there watching." 

Foxy's lips glistened; the pink little tip of her tongue peeking out and slowly wetting them with a slow lick. "Mmmm, tell me more." She commanded, whispering as she pushed up my shirt and planted tender little kisses over my bare, lean chest.

Things seemed to get more real suddenly, it dawned on me that this was really happening, before it seemed so surreal but now. "Well, you slip in through the sheet and shush me, putting a finger to your lips." 

"And then?" She said before engulfing my nipple, nibbling and kissing it gently before sucking it again between her soft, tender lips.

"Then you slowly undress, pulling off your shirt and kicking off your pants, looking me in my eyes and walking towards me, the glare of moonlight coming through the window giving me a peek at your naked skin."

"Mmmm, that sounds sexy, and what are you doing while I'm stripping in this fantasy?" She mumbled taking my other hard nipple between her lips.

"Uh, I, I'm usually, usually slowly stroking, st, still under my sheet till you pull it off me."

"That's hot," She purred, sitting up and unbuttoning the one button that she had buttoned on her vest. Her big lace covered tits bounced free as she let it slide off her shoulders. The black lacy body suit did little to hide her big breasts. Her perky stiff nipples pressed hard against the thin sheer fabric, begging for release. "Keep going." She said staring down at the bulge in my shorts and fumbling with my belt.

"Oh, okay, ummm well, you stand there watching me and continue stripping till you get down to just your panties and then you start to rub yourself while watching me." Suddenly she was up and pulling my shorts down, boxers and all, yanking them side to side to my knees, my stiff and sticky cock bouncing free. Foxy's eyes sparkled, staring down at my throbbing rod.

She licked her lips as her eyes drank in the sight of my hard tool. "You really got big didn't you baby." She purred wiggling her shorts down off her hips, letting them fall to her ankles before kicking them out of the way and then pulling my shorts the rest of the way off. I sat looking up in her eyes and pulled my shirt off, throwing it across the room. Now fully exposed and naked, my heart pounded like a big repetitive crashing gong. The black lacy body suit she wore had to be the sexiest piece of clothing I've ever seen. It was sheer and stretched tight against her body (especially her big titties) like a one-piece bathing suit with a snap closure that consisted of two little buttons that came together at the crotch. 

I laid back on my elbows, looking her up and down. Drinking her in, I realize this woman is much, much older than me but I have got to say she has a much younger body. Her long blonde hair drapes down over her shoulders, framing her smooth round face. Her hips were mature and curvy and her thighs were tender and supple. The crotch of her body suit was tight enough to show the plump outline of her sex, the fabric wedged up in her crease and appeared damp from her slit. She smirked down at me, never taking her eyes from my leaking cock. "And then, you're watching me," she teased putting a hand over her sex and rubbing her fingertips against her mound "while I'm watching you, then what?" 




Mom's Best Friend



"Well, then you climb up between my legs and, and." 

"And do this?" She snickered, kneeling between my knees, gently taking me in her hand and wrapping her fingers around my thick, engorged shaft. She kissed the tip with tender little kisses, each one a little jolt of pleasure, stroking me slowly, her eye's sparkling, looking my cock over affectionately. Then suddenly and all at once, she engulfed me into her hungry, sweet mouth. I quivered, my eyes glued to her as she stretched wide, her mouth sliding over me, my rod disappearing and reappearing between her shiny, colored lips.

"Oh god." I groaned, pushing my hips up. Foxy was a grade a cocksucker, not that I have an abundance of experience with getting my dick sucked but I have had a blowjob or three. It was very apparent the difference between the chicks I had messed around with compared to this experienced woman. She slurped, her fist and warm succulent mouth sliding and stroking up and down my cock like she was trying to win a medal. My hands grasped fist fulls of blanket underneath us.

Foxy looked up with her dark outlined bright blue eyes working my cock like she was born to suck it. She pulled it from her mouth, a string of precum stretching from her lip to the tip of my rod, smiling wide, "How's that kid, huh, does that feel good?" She said pumping me in her hand, stuffing me in again, taking the swollen head of my cock in her mouth, swirling her tongue around me and tenderly nibbling at the sensitive flesh. She looked up at me smirking. "I want you to cum in my mouth, will you do that, will you come in aunty foxy's mouth for her?" 

"Oh yes, please god yes." I moaned reaching down and grabbing a handful of her hair, shoving her head and driving my cock deep down her throat. I could feel her gag but she must have wanted it that way because she dug her nails into my ass and shoved me even deeper down, bobbing and sucking and slurping around my cock, rippling waves of pleasure rocked through me until I couldn't hold on any longer. "Oh, oh yes, oh yes, Fuck." I moaned, wincing and gritting as my whole body shook and shivered, emptying burst after burst of my man milk down her throat, draining my heavy balls. She tried to swallow every bit but I was completely full and My load was a bit much for her, but she swallowed the majority of it down. Only a small dribble hung from the corner of her mouth. It didn't go to waste though; she quickly popped my cock from her lips and caught it with her tongue, lapping it back in between her lips.

"Now that was hot." She said climbing up and straddling my shoulders. She looked down at me grinning wide and with a hunger in her eyes. Aunty Foxy's mound was mere inches from my face; I could smell her natural perfume and see the damp fabric wedged up in her wet slit. "My turn kid." She purred reaching down and yanking at the crotch of the body suit. The buttons popped open, the fabric springing back, releasing and exposing her hairless, glistening cunt.

My cock instantly rose back to life, my mouth watering at the sight of her plump, fleshy folds. The labia of her mature pussy begging to be sucked between my lips, her little love button swollen and excited. Little droplets of her girl dew ran from her cunt and trailed down her inner thighs. I sighed, licking my lips as foxy pulled back the fleshy, tender folds revealing her inner treasures to me. Her insides glistened with her slick juices, her plump, clit poking out from under its pink fleshy hood. I ran my tongue slowly up from her leaking tunnel and around her large swollen clit, sucking at the sensitive morsel. Her pussy literally shivered, tender sighs and moans of pleasure escaping her slutty lipstick red lips. "Oh god yes, that's it baby, lick aunty foxy's pussy baby." She groaned between sharp whimpering breaths.

My face was wet and sticky from her sweet nectar. Ravishing her cunt with my tongue, I breathed in her aroma and savored the tangy flavors flowing from her quim. My head locked between her well-defined and strong thighs, quivering and squeezing tight around my neck, tightening more and more the closer her climax approached, I almost thought she'd squeeze until my head popped right off. "Yes, that's it, right there. Oh yes, fucken eat my pussy." foxy screeched, tossing her head back, her long blond hair streaking through the air and falling around her face, she grabbed a fist full of my hair and yanked me into her, shoving her hips hard up against my buried face, my tongue wiggling deep in her cunt. Waves of pleasure shook through her. Her pussy flexed and sucked at me, her orgasm painting me with her cunt juices, soaking me even more than before. I looked up into the tiny slits of her eyes, smiling a satisfied and dreamy grin. "Wow kid, I have to be honest, I didn't expect that." She whispered, her chest still heaving as she tried to find her breath.

"Oh I'm not done yet." I said feeling more confident than before, I grabbed her and pulled her to the bed, rolling over on top of her and climbing my way between her slippery and still shaking thighs. I took my stiff prick in hand, looking down at this woman splayed out on my bed. The same woman that gave me my first beer and helped me ride a bike, hell she even beat the shit out of a school bully's mom over me once. That's when it came to me; she had been waiting for this as long as I have.

"What are you waiting for, haven't you done enough of that already." She whispered, wrapping her legs around my waist and pulling me forward. I slapped her sticky mound with my prick and then spread her lips, rubbing my cock crown in between her crevice and against her sensitive, throbbing clit. "Oh god, pl, please. Quit teasing me, I've waited so long, put it in me, please god put it in me now." She begged, urging me, pulling me with her legs again and thrusting her hips up like she was a dick addict and I had her fix.

I began sliding my cock slowly into her, but foxy wanted it all and right then, slamming her hips up, shoving me deep inside her hungry twat. "Oh fuck." I groaned, feeling her inner depths surrounding and moving around me all at once. My knees went weak and shaky as my insides turned into jelly. My instincts took over making me pump my hips and slide my length deep in foxy's slick, wet cunt. The muscles inside her pussy gripped and milked me sending shivers of pleasure and excitement all throughout my body. Is this real, could fantasies like this really come true, or is it just some illusion that I'll wake from with a big sticky spot on my sheets.

"Yes, oh fuck yes." She screeched, the volume of her voice getting louder. I sunk deep inside her, pounding the silky depths of her pussy. The sound of our sweaty and sticky bodies coming together bounced off the walls. The smell of sex, strong and pungent, filling the air with our intoxicating scent. Or bodies felt like they were melting into one another, falling into a rhythm orchestrated by lust and the thumping drums pounding in our chests. I leaned, hungrily searching for her kiss and found the mouth of a starving beast. She let my tongue slip in between her lips, nipping at the soft pink tip. She latched onto me, scraping her long nails down my back, making me wince and groan into her mouth. 

The sting was like a crop against a stallions rear quarter, making me slam harder into her, racing faster and faster to the sweet explosion building in both of our naked and thrusting bodies. "Oh yes, yes, I'm going to cum, oh oh oh, I'm going to, oh Shit I'm, I'm cummiiiing." She moaned, her fists gripping the bed. The look on her face was of pain and pleasure, her whole body rocking and shaking underneath me.

I slammed in and out and in again between her shivering, limp thighs. "Oh fuck, oh foxy, oh fuck!" I screamed, the tendons in my neck flexing as spasm after spasm of pleasure crashed through me, emptying my seed down deep in her cunt, my hard young cock bursting inside her. My loins released pump after pump of my newly rejuvenated load. I collapsed, rolling to the side with the biggest Shit-eating grin plastered across my face, my whole, entire body vibrating and pulsing with the boom of my slowing heart, my chest rising and falling. "Wow, Just wow." I whispered between breaths.

Foxy rolled over snuggling against my hairless chest and giggled. "You're telling me kid, who would have ever thought you'd be so packed full of dynamite? I guess you're not the only one getting a present today, huh." She said, chuckling in that sexy, raspy voice of hers. 

Just then, there was a loud bang making us both sit upright in bed, our jaws hitting the floor and our eyes popped wide open. Damn, busted and I wasn't quite sure what to expect next. Standing in the door way was my mother and every guest she had invited, dressed in outrageous costumes from pirates to superheroes to a giant penis carrying a huge bowl full of condoms. All she had invited save for foxy. All at once, they sang happy birthday, piling in my bedroom, my mother leading the way in her very erotic French maids costume. Her tits and nipples peeked over the all too low cut top; the super short skirt was just barely low enough to hide her crotch-less matching panties. (Like I said before, she's not shy and I always wind up seeing more of her than I should.) She froze, standing just in front of us, holding a jack-o-lantern cake and staring at our nakedness. "Well son, I would say to get up except you already seem to be, so I guess you should make a wish and blow."



Mom's Best Friend



With his parents having moved to Florida to live so they would be closer to his Dad's sister, Tom and his wife Roxie were the beneficiary of having the title of the house he grew up in being transferred over to them. Now he and Roxie had their own place at a relatively young age. 

They could now concentrate on getting the house into shape since they had plenty of time to do just that. One of the perks was, Tom was now living across the street from his mother's best friend Mona. He had know Mona since he was in high school, having been to her house many times to hang out with her kids, and Mona being over at his house almost every day visiting his mom. 

Tom is 25 now so that would put Mona in her late 40's. She has always been a great looking woman, with one hell of body and a great personality. She has shoulder length auburn hair, and a fiery temper to go along with it. She had lost her husband last year from what his parents had told him, and he was anxious to see how she was doing. 

It didn't take her long to come over for a visit after his folks moved out. Tom had been working out back, and had just come in, and was still in his shorts and shirtless since it was a warm day. There was a familiar sound at the front door, the ringing of the door bell twice in quick succession. It was Mona's single she had used to let his mom know it was her, and not someone trying to sell something. He walked over and opened the door saying,

"Come on in Mona. Sorry I'm shirtless, but I've been working outside all morning. This beautiful lady by the way is my wife Roxanne, or as she likes to be called Roxie."

"Oh you are so beautiful Roxie....I've know Tom since he was little."

"Well thank you Mona, he's told me a lot about you....I hope we can be good friends as well."

"Thank you Roxie, I'm sure we will be." Then Mona turned her attention to Tom saying, "Get over here and give me a hug....it's been so long since I've seen you."

"Yes Ma'am....I'm afraid so. Before I forget, I was sorry to hear about your loss with Frank passing so suddenly."

"Aw thank you Tom," she said as she put her arms around his neck giving him a big hug. She still had a great body, with nice firm tits that were firmly planted in his chest. She had always been flirtatious even when he was in high school, now would be the perfect time to see if she still was. 

He put his arms around her waist and pulled her close to him. He wasn't sure if Roxie would mind, but he was hoping she would understand. Not only did Mona not try and pull away, he felt her thigh in his crotch as if Roxie wasn't even in the room. As hard as he tried, he couldn't keep from getting hard.

As they hugged Mona told him he had filled out quite nicely since she had last seen him. She complimented him on how broad his shoulders had gotten, and how muscular he looked as opposed to that skinny little high school kid she remembered. 

She continued hugging him telling him how she missed having him over at her house, playing with her kids who have long since been out on their own. She was really testing him to see what he was going to do, or so it seemed as he lost control over his libido. With his cock now rock hard, and Mona's thigh pressing against he just gave in. She finally broke their hug asking,

"So...are you going to be around his weekend Tom?" she asked as her eyes moved down to the bulge in his shorts that he tried to ignore. He looked at her asking,

"Ya why?" "Well I'm going to be doing some painting. I'm going to start in the living room, and once that's done I'm going to move into the den and so on. If you could help me that would be wonderful. I don't expect you to do the work, I just need some help is all. You're welcome to come over to Roxie...the more the merrier."

"Of course I will. I can't speak for Roxie, but I'll be there, if it's cool with Roxie?"

"Sure...I don't mind. I'll come over and help too, we can make it a party. What time do you plan to start Mona?"

"In the morning to beat the afternoon heat. The A\C is on the fritz, and of course they can't come out until the middle of next week which is of no help to me."

"No problem we'll be there as early as you want."

"Tell you what guys, you be there around 6:30am and I'll make you both breakfast and have plenty of coffee. Then I'll got a some ice for my ice chest, and stock it with plenty of beer....how does that sound to you."

"Like we can't wait for tomorrow to come."

"Excellent, now I've got to go pick up the paint, and get some supplies, and I'll see you in the morning."

Mona hugged Roxie again thanking her for helping her. As she left she waved saying she'd see them in the morning. Once she was out and the door was closed Roxie turned and faced Tom, reaching down and grabbing his still hard cock. Then she looked him in the eye asking,

"Where did this come from?"

"Ah I think you know!"

"Mmmmm, you know I really like your friend there....she's hot. Looks to me like you think so too. Either way it would be a shame to let a good hard cock go to waste."

Then Roxie knelt down and pulled Tom's shorts down, and took his cock in her mouth and started sucking it as he stood there moaning. After his cock was good and wet, Roxie pulled her shorts off along with her panties and raised her right leg up, placing it on the back of the sofa saying,

"Well....are you going to just stand there, or are you going to fuck me?" "Oh you know I am baby...it's time for my favorite desert....some cream pie."

"Mmmm, baby how I know you love some cream pie!"

Tom loved licking and sucking out a hot load of cum from his wife's pussy. Most people would think it kinky at best, but Tom loved the tastes of his cum, combined with his wife's. He moved in behind her and slid his cock into her pussy. Holding onto her hips he started fucking her as she stood there holding on as he began slamming his cock into her hot pussy. 

She loved every hard inch of his cock in her pussy, each and every time he fucked her. The hotter she got, the tighter her pussy would clamp down on his cock. Roxie held on tight as Tom thrust him cock harder and harder into her tight pussy as Roxie moaned for him to make her cum. His balls were slapping against her ass when he suddenly felt his balls tighten, and then his cock began to pulse as he started cumming filling her pussy with his hot load of cum. 

Roxie squealed as she felt her pussy clamp down onto his cock as he filled her up. Once he was finished cumming Roxie got on the floor, with her legs up, and spread wide. He looked at her hot, wet pussy, glistening from her secretions that had oozed out of her pussy, just waiting for him to eat it up. There is nothing like the look and aroma of a freshly fucked pussy, not to mention the taste. Tom move between his wife's legs, and began running his tongue over her pussy making her squeal and moan.

 He moved between her folds where he could taste some of his and Roxi's cum as he licked her creamy slit. Then he eased his tongue into her pussy where he found more of his cum along with hers. Roxie was moaning and gasping as Tom took her clit into his mouth, sucking it as she moved to orgasm. Her pussy started to spams, as the waves of orgasms coursed through her body. 

When she finished cumming, Tom moved onto his back, and Roxie straddled his face lowering her pussy down onto his mouth. With his tongue deep in her pussy, Roxie used her vaginal muscles to push out what was left of his cum in her pussy. Once he had eaten ever last drop of cum Tom got up and the two of them kissed, sharing their combined juices. Roxie smiled at him saying,

"Oh fuck Tom...that was so fucking good....thank you for making me cum so hard. I only wish I could taste my cum and your cum combined along with my pussy like you."

"Didn't you taste it when we kissed?" "Not like you do when you're having your cream pie....you get the full effect, it's not the same for me. Tell me....what does it taste like....it's not the same as kissing you even if you have drained my pussy after you cum....I can't taste me like you can."

"I don't know Babe...it's kinda salty, sort of musky like how your pussy tastes. It's really nice is all I can say. It's really hard to explain."

After dinner they watched some TV for a while, and then went up and took a shower knowing they had an early morning. As they lay in bed Roxie said,

"So have you ever done it with this Mona?" "What do you mean, have I fucked her?" "Ya....she seems really hot, and I know if I was a guy I would have tried to fuck her."

Tom laughed, "You're such a slut...I think you'd fuck her now if you could."

"Well isn't that why your married me...because I'm a slut at heart. She's just a really hot lady, maybe I'll do her myself."

"Now THAT I want to see for sure. I tell you what though, Mona is one hot women. I bet poor old Frank died from fucking her all the time."

"Oh Tom...that's mean....but kinda funny in a morbid way. You know, I wonder if you did fuck Mona, if she would let me suck your cum from her pussy. That way I wouldn't have to keep asking you every time, and then I'd know what it tasted like. I wonder if she would let me do that?" "I don't know Babe....it would be great if she would, but first I'd have to fuck her, and I don't know if she would let me do that or not."

"Well you could always find out. So...you never have fucked her, not even once? I ask because sometimes you tease me and don't tell me everything."

"No but there is something about her I haven't told you but, you've got to promise never to repeat what I'm about to tell you....promise?" "Ya...I promise."

"No....I meant it....you have to sound sincere about it or I'm not going to tell you."

"Yes Tom....I promise to keep my mouth shut...now please tell me."

"Aright, I was 18 when it happened. My afternoon classes were canceled so I came home early. I didn't bother to say anything, because I could hear voices so I figured Mona was here talking to my mom. I went into the kitchen to say hello, but there was no one there. The thing was, I could still hear something, but instead of voices it sounded like moaning. I started to get worried thinking something had happened and someone was hurt. I followed the sound down the hall, and the moans were getting louder, and it was two different sounds. I followed the sound to the guest bedroom, and that's when I saw a sight that I'll never forget.

"What...what was it."

"There was my mom and Mona, naked and kissing right there in the bedroom. I mean they were kissing passionately, and groping one another."

"No....your sweet mom...no way!"

"Yup, it was the time when she and dad were having real issues. I knew he was having problems getting it up, and this was before any little pill. Needless to say, mom was in need of some sexual healing, and rather than cheat she must have allowed herself to be seduced by Mona."

"So tell me more....don't stop now for heavens sake."

"They continued kissing with Mona taking charge, kissing her way down my mother's neck to her tits. She had really nice tits, and her nipples were rock hard. Mona started sucking them as my mom stood there and moaned. She was really loving it, as Mona sucked her nipples and squeezed her tits. Then my mom did the same to Mona, sucking her nipples as Mona moaned. The next thing I knew they were on the bed, and Mona moved between my mom's legs and started sucking her pussy."

"Oh Tom....look....your cock is so hard again."

"Well it was something to see. Mona sucking my mom's pussy, and her squirming and squealing on the bed. I remember the way the bed was facing, and the mirror on the dresser tilted, I could see everything. Mom had a really hair bush, and Mona's face was in the middle of it, licking and sucking her pussy, as she begged her to make her cum. Then Mona moved up and took her clit in her mouth, and worked her fingers into her pussy, and before you knew it, my mom was cumming like gangbusters."

"What happened then?"

"Well she couldn't thank Mona enough, saying she hadn't cum like that it so long. Then she took Mona in her arms and rolled her onto her back, and started at her tits, and worked her way down to Mona's pussy. She licked and sucked Mona's pussy until she came all over my mom's face. Then to top it off, then entwined their legs, you know, pussy to pussy, and started grinding their pussy's together until they came again. They started cuddling and that's when I went back out to my car and made a bunch of noise with the garage door so they would know I was home."

"So what happened when you went in?" "They were dressed sitting at the coffee table like nothing had happened, asking me why I was home early."

"Oh fuck Tom.....my pussy is on fire now....you've got to fuck me again Baby!"

Tom looked at Roxie, "Again....I just blew a load in you, and I'm supposed to do it again Now?" "Oh stop Tom...I know you can come again....let me give you a little incentive."

Roxie took Tom's cock in her mouth, and started sucking him down her throat. It didn't take long before Tom was ready for round two. He moved on top of Roxie, thrusting his cock into her pussy, and started fucking her again. 

He paused long enough to pick her up, and carry her over to the dining room table, where he laid her down on top of it. Then with her legs spread wide, Tom started fucking Roxie again. He was slamming her pussy so hard the table was starting to move. Tom was starting to sweat as he slammed his cock into her tight pussy.

If it were any other woman he may no have been able to cum, but thanks to Roxie having the control over her vagina like she did. Finally Tom was at the edge as Roxie tightened her vagina one last time, sending Tom over the edge. 

Roxie started cumming as did Tom, after which he had another creamy pie feast. The next morning they were up and over at Mona's right on time. Mona greeted them wearing a T-shirt and a pair of bikini bottoms. Roxie was the first to notice saying,

"You look ready to paint, or if nothing else you'll be cool."

"Yes well, there's going to be a little delay to our start. They were supposed to have the paint ready last night, and when I went to pick it up, it wasn't ready yet. I was so pissed I almost canceled the order."

"That sucks, why don't you let me go down and pick it up, I was looking at your supplies and you could use some other things."

"Would you Tom, that would be wonderful. They should be open now, let me call them and I'll tell them you're going to pick it up."

After calling the store Mona came back into the kitchen furious saying,

"Those assholes still don't have it all done, it's going to be another hour before they have it ready."

"Don't stress in Mona, it will take me a good twenty minutes to get there, and I can wait until they open up. You two hang out and I'll see you in an hour or so."

Tom left for the store leaving Mona and Roxie to clean up after breakfast. Mona looked at Roxie saying,

"You should get comfortable like me...it's gonna be a hot one today."

"Ya I should huh." Roxie took of her shorts leaving just her thong on. Mona laughed saying,

"Damn Sweetie....you have a really nice little ass."

"Thank you Mona, you look pretty damn hot yourself. I could see yesterday why my husband likes you so much. Just between you and me, Tom and I had some pretty hot sex as a result of talking about you. Seems he's had a thing for you a long time...ever since high school. I know he wants to fuck you, and quite frankly I can see why."

"Thank you Roxie...that's sweet of you, but I don't want to be a home wrecker." "You can't wreck a home that's not broken Mona...I don't care if the two of you have some fun, and just so you know, I think you're pretty hot myself."

"Why Roxie...if I didn't know better, I'd think you were making a pass at me....are you?" Roxie smiled, "Maybe." "Well we do have some time before that man of yours gets back....why waste it?"

Roxie looked at Mona as the two women drew closer and started kissing. They were soft kisses at first, but soon changed to more passionate kisses as they groped one another. Roxie broke their kiss long enough to take off Mona's T-shit, lifting it over her head and setting it on the counter. 

She looked at Mona's large breasts and her hard nipples, taking them in her hands and caressing them. Mona closed her eyes and cooed softly telling Roxie what a soft touch she had. Roxie lowered her head, and began running her tongue over Mona's aureole's and flicking her nipples with her tongue.

Mona started running her fingers though Roxie's hair, pulling her close as she pushed her breasts into her face. Before long she was sucking Mona's nipples, while sliding her hand down the front of Mona's bikini bottom. 

She found her pussy wet from arousal, as she squeezed her pussy, and worked her middle finger between her wet lips. Mona gasped and pulled Roxie's face up, kissing her as Roxie eased her middle finger deep into Mona's pussy. Mona was soon humping her hand as Roxie added a second finger, working them deep into Mona's now dripping pussy.

Mona in the meantime spread her legs as she grabbed Roxie's ass, squeezing and caressing her cheeks. Mona moved her hands up, and pulled Roxie's top off over her head taking her smaller but equally sensitive breasts in her hands. 

She stood back and started brushing her nipples over Roxie's making her moan. The two of them kissed again before Roxie knelt down, pulling Mona's bikini bottom's down exposing her pussy. Roxie stood up holding Mona's bottom in her hand, raising it to her nose taking in her aroma. Then she looked at her saying,

"I want to suck your pussy Mona...I want to make you cum!"

Mona hopped up onto the kitchen counter top, and spread her legs wide as Roxie knelt down and started running her tongue over her pussy. Mona gasped as Roxie ran her tongue up and down her pussy, eventually working her tongue between her folds, and then lapping up Mona's juices as they flowed down onto her tongue. 

Mona was gasping and moaning as she placed her hands on Roxie's head, directing her to the exact spot. She worked her tongue into Mona's pussy tongue fucking her as Tom pulled into the driveway. Neither woman heard him until Mona saw him at the kitchen door. She held her finger to her lips, so Tom wouldn't say anything, but there was no need.

 Tom was smiling from ear to ear as she ever so carefully opened the door and walked inside. He stood there as he got out of his clothes watching his pretty young wife eating his mother's best friends pussy. Still oblivious to her husband being in the room, Roxie took Mona's clit into her mouth, and started sucking it, as she worked her fingers into Mona's pussy. 

Mona was again moaning and squealing as she sucked Mona's clit and fingered her pussy. After several minutes, Mona started cumming, gasping and squealing as she was rocked with a strong orgasm. When she was finished cumming Roxie and Mona shared a cum filled kiss. That's when Roxie turned and looked seeing Tom with his cock in his hand, and smiling at them. She asked him,

"How long have you been standing there watching!"

"Long enough. Remember what you were saying about how you'd like to taste my cum and your cum at the same time. Well, I have an idea that would be the next best thing."

"Ya...what's that?" "Think about it!" Roxie thought for a second and then smiled, "I see what your saying,"

She looked at Mona asking,

"You mind of Tom fucks your hot pussy, and cums inside you? That way I could do something I always wanted to do!"

"Of course Dear...sounds good to me, but first I want to taste your pussy, and have you cum for me."

"Of course you do," Roxie replied. As Tom watched, Roxie and Mona traded places with Mona taking Roxie's thong off and holding it to her nose as Roxie hopped onto the counter top. Then Mona moved between Roxie's legs and started licking her pussy as Roxie moaned and gasped. 




Mom's Best Friend



Mona slithered her tongue up and down Roxie's wet, swollen pussy lips working her tongue between her folds and moving it up and down her oozing pussy. As Roxie had done to her she tongue fucked her before taking Roxie's clit into her mouth. As she raised her ass up, Roxie looked at Tom saying in a raspy voice,

"Fuck her Tom....stick your cock in her pussy and fuck her good and hard!"

Tom moved in behind Mona, moving the head of his cock up and down her pussy before sliding it deep inside her. Mona gasped as Tom slid him cock all the way in. He then held onto her hips, as he started fucking her tight pussy. Mona was gyrating her hips, as Tom thrust his cock deep into her pussy. 

His balls were slapping against her ass, as he thrust his cock over and over again as he watched the expression of pure lust on his wife's face as Mona sucked her pussy. It brought back memories of the day he walked in and saw Mona sucking his mom's pussy.

Faster and faster he slammed his cock into Mona's pussy, listening to Roxie's squeals of passion. Then she gasped and squealed as she started cumming. Seeing Roxie cumming from Mona sucking her clit sent him over the edge. His cock started to spams and then he was spewing his cum into Mona's pussy. 

Once he pulled his cock from her pussy, Roxie was off the counter, while Mona laid down on the cool tile floor. Roxie moved between her legs and began licking and sucking Mona's pussy. She loved the taste of her husbands cum combined with Mona's. Mona came again from Roxie sucking her well fucked pussy. When she finished Tom asked,

"Well Roxie...how was it...did you get what you wanted?" "Oh yes...that was amazing, and thank you Mona for letting Tom fuck you so I could do this."

Mona smiled saying, "Hey...I'm always glad to help. You know me Tom....I'm a giver!"

They all laughed, but before they went to work Tom got in on the action kissing Roxie so he could taste the combined cum on his wife's tongue. When they finished, Tom brought in the supplies and the three of them started painting. Before lunch they had knocked out the living room. 

With that done the three took, a break and moved into the kitchen where they had cold cuts and beer. They each created their own masterpiece when it came to a sandwich, as they sat at the table and ate. After lunch and a more beer it was time to start the den, and the with any luck a bedroom.

Tom took the den on by himself while the women took on the master bedroom. Once again the work went smoothly, with Tom finishing the den, and the girls finishing the master bedroom. While Tom made a food run, the girls put the king size bed back together, frame work and all. 

Then they managed to get the mattress on, and the bed made by the time Tom was back with burgers, fries and cold drinks. After they ate dinner, they were more than pleased with all the work they had accomplished that day. Tom and Roxie were thinking of going home, only to be back in the morning to finish up. That's when Mona said,

"You know guy, there is something else you could do. Why not shower here, and then we can make good use of that king sized bed. Of course if you want, you can go home to your own bed, that's fine with me."

Roxie and Tom looked at one another and said, "That sounds like a great idea. I'm tired from painting, but not to tired for some sexy fun."

"Good, then let's have some more beer, then we can shower and have some fun."

After killing off the rest of the beer Roxi and Mona headed for the shower while Tom got ready for tomorrows work. Roxie and Mona thought about getting it on in the shower, but they didn't want to leave Tom out after all his hard work. 

They kept the play to kissing and caressing one another. Once they were done, they handed over the shower to Tom. He didn't waste a lot of time in the shower, knowing his wife and Mona had probably stated without him. When he walked into the bedroom he found Roxie and Mona kissing and feeling one another up, but for the most part they waited.

He moved onto the bed and laid down where Roxie and Mona started sucking his cock, with each one of them taking turns. Mona started running her tongue from the tip of his cock down to his balls, and then Roxie would grab it away, and suck it. 

Once he was hard, Mona lowered her pussy down onto his cock, while Roxie straddled his face, while Tom started licking her pussy. Both women were soon squealing and having a grand time as one had a cock in her pussy and the other was getting her pussy serviced orally.

Tom worked his tongue between Roxie's cheeks, tonguing her asshole, something she dearly loved. In the meantime the two women who were facing one another started kissing and caressing each others breasts. Mona was really humping Tom's cock when she started cumming as she sucked Roxie's tits. 

Seeing Mona cumming, Roxie pushed her off of Tom's cock and immediately took his cock in her mouth, licking Mona's cum from his cock. Then she moved between Mona's legs licking her pussy to yet another orgasm.

Once she had finished making Mona cum, Mona was between Roxie's legs, licking her toward an orgasm. Tom in the meantime was staring at Mona's fine ass, thinking it would probably taste pretty nice. He moved behind her, and started running his tongue along her ass, making her moan into Roxie's pussy. 

She loved the feeling of Mona moaning into her pussy, taking her closer to another orgasm. Tom was moving his tongue along the length of Mona's ass when he started concentrating on her asshole. Before long his tongue had penetrated her ass, and was rimming her as she brought Roxie off again.

Roxie saw Tom rimming Mona and told him to fuck her, she wanted to suck his cum from her pussy again. Not having to be encourage, Tom moved Mona onto her back, and started fucking her, while Roxie watched and fingered herself. Tom loved how tight Mona's pussy was, and how she responded to his fucking her. 

She could really work her vaginal walls, squeezing his cock as they fucked. The harder he fuck her, the closer Mona got to still another orgasm. Finally Tom lost his load, filling Mona's pussy with his cum. Roxie practically pushed him off the bed, trying to get to Mona's pussy.

She sucked the combined cum of Mona and her husbands deposit in Mona's pussy, making her cum one last time. They all laid down afterward snuggling and cuddling dozing off until they awoke in the morning. The next day went quickly with the three of them finishing the last of the rooms by early afternoon. 

From that day forward Roxie, Mona and Tom had a unique relationship with Mona and Roxie making love to one another when Tom wasn't available, as well as the occasional threesome. They all enjoy one anothers company, and have no plans of ever changing their relationship for the foreseeable future.