0 comments/ 218003 views/ 20 favorites Sharing is Caring Ch. 01 By: oedipal The women of my family are all oversexed. I knew this from a young age. My mother wore my father out frequently, and by the time we were teenagers, made no pretense about why dad needed a nap in the middle of the afternoon all the time on weekends. But having an insatiable appetite for your spouse is not that big a deal. My aunt Liz, on the other hand, was a total slut. No one spoke about it too openly, but we all knew. I was maybe 12 when my older brother told me that our other uncles had all slept with her, and only 16 when my brother joined that not so exclusive club. Like I said, my mother was different than her sister. Or so I'd always thought. Until the day I found the tape in the VCR. I was home alone, so I decided to do what any 20 year old boy would do and watch some porn. My father had a nice collection he didn't think I knew about in his closet. I grabbed a random tape, unlabeled, and popped it in. Half of dad's collection was laughably bad. It was always hit or miss. He didn't seem to be very discriminating in that regard. So I wasn't sure what to expect, but I certainly didn't expect a home made video. I jumped up immediately and snatched the remote. But while my fingers reached for the stop button, a perverse curiosity told me to leave it on. I don't know why seeing my dad slipping my mother's clothes off didn't scar me. It wasn't even arousing. Or so I told myself. It was just...like watching a train wreck. How do you look away? Mom, predictably, was incredibly aggressive. She ripped my father's belt off and grabbed his long thin cock out, hunger gleaming in her eyes. I always kept the volume down low just in case, but this time I decided to turn it up just enough to hear my father telling my mom what an animal she was. She shook her black hair over her shoulder and wet her puffy lips. Stroking my father with one hand, she teased her nipples with the other...which drew my attention to the fact that my mother was incredibly well endowed. Her round, creamy white breasts hung about level with her elbows, but they still looked fairly firm. I wasn't getting aroused by watching my mother give my father a better blow job than I usually saw in any of dad's porns. I wasn't. That wouldn't be right. But by the time dad was pistoning in and out of mom from behind, the impact sending hypnotic ripples across her soft, wide ass, I knew I was lying to myself. I stroked away with reckless abandon before long. So reckless, in fact, I didn't hear the backdoor open, or the footsteps coming towards the living room. My sister stood in the doorway, a goofy grin on her face, and laughed. I froze for an instant, then rapidly put my rapidly deflating member away. "Geez, you haven't learned to keep that to your bedroom yet?" she asked, stepping into the room. My sister, born 2 years after me but not "younger", to hear Ms. Maturity tell it, never passed up an opportunity to make me feel like a pubescent 14 year old. Sarah had tons of romantic experience, whereas I had none, and she couldn't be prouder of it. I didn't say anything. I just watched, too dismayed to think to turn the tape off, as she stepped past the TV and looked at it. "One of dad's better picks at least?" she asked. Or started to. The rest never really came out. "You gotta be shitting me," she said. Still I remained silent. I wasn't noticing the tightness of my sister's jeans, how firm her ass was underneath, a complete contrast to my mother's. I was never a fan of the tight, firm body type that made Sarah so popular--and contributed to my stunted romantic development. I never really paid attention to that type of girl. But I guess I was just then. "You're beating off to this?" she said, planting her hands on her narrow hips. Then she realized where my eyes were. "Oh man, you are something." "So turn it off," I said. I wasn't a stupid guy most of the time. Except when mocking my sex life--to which I had no retorts--I usually outwitted Sarah. But my brain just wasn't working right then. But, to my surprise, she didn't say anything. In fact, she stepped away from the TV and watched it with a curious expression on her face. "He's no match for her. Must run in the family," Sarah observed. Mind you, she was gearing up to put Aunt Liz's reputation to shame. Half of my friends had slept with her, and the only reason the other half hadn't was because they'd had enough respect for me to turn her down. Again, I said nothing. Sarah cocked her head, as if the new angle granted some real insight to our parent's compatibility. "Mom knows what she's doing, all right." I swallowed awkwardly. "Glad you approve." She gave me that you're just a little worm, don't talk to me look only sisters can give. "Dad's lucky to have her," she said. "Yeah, guess so," I said, dividing my attention between the fair skinned voluptuous sex machine on the screen and the lean, rowdy one standing a few feet away from me. Her breasts were small--she wasn't flat-chested, none of the women in my family were, but compared to my mother, it was hard to think of any other word but small. But she was really pretty, maybe almost as much as she thought. And her ass was definitely nice. "It's a wonder she's satisfied with him," I said, hoping to sound like I knew something. Sarah only snorted. The screen went black for a minute or two and a new scene started up. An old one, judging by how much younger and thinner my mother was. She took her top off and cupped her breasts as she got to her knees. Her eyes didn't hold lustful hunger here, but...nervousness? "Go on, sis," I heard Aunt Liz's voice. "Don't leave them hanging." Mom forced a giggle as two men appeared on either side of the screen, presenting their erect tools. The screen was focused too low to see their heads, but something told me neither man was my father. "Oh my god," I said. "What--did you really think mom had no life before dad?" Sarah said. She plopped down on the couch beside me and crossed her legs. I looked at her--god, I couldn't deny she was hot. "I--well, I didn't think she was like Aunt Liz," I said, as the spoken of Devil knelt down beside my mother to help her attend what was now three pricks. Sarah laughed. "You're so naïve, I don't know if its pathetic or cute." I jerked my head back. Of all the things Sarah had ever called me, cute was not one of them. And that's probably when my brain started working just enough to realize that my sister had a naughty grin on her face, was returning my occasional glance, and was watching a porn with me. "I'd say cute." She smiled deviously. Her eyes darted to my lap, where my previous enthusiasm was definitely returning. "You might be right," she said. Oh my god. What was I doing? The chorus of moans from the screen broke my prolonged stare at my sister's large, green eyes. Mom was riding one cock while awkwardly trying to suck another. Aunt Liz was on all fours, getting pounded furiously. Only one man's face was visible, and that was Aunt Liz's future husband, Uncle Steve. Only it was my mother he was lying under, being straddled like a horse. "So that's why he puts up with her sleeping around so," I said. Sarah laughed at me. "Puts up with her? Why do you think he married her? If you weren't such a twit, you'd kill just to sleep with a woman like that even once." My heart was racing. "I'm sure it can't be that big a deal. How great a lay can a woman be?" Sarah stared down her nose at me. "You would die of a heart attack after thirty seconds." I drew a deep breath. "Doubtful." My sister shook her head softly. "Puh-lease." "So show me," I blurted out. "I guarantee you I can handle you." Sarah stared at me with an eyebrow raised skeptically. Then she smiled. "Twenty bucks says you melt in thirty seconds." "You're on," I said. You'd expect some hesitation from a girl about to show her brother why she was famous at school. Not Sarah. Just like my mother in that first scene, she had my pants down to my knees and my rod at attention at the blink of an eye. I turned my wrist, looked at my watch, and said, "Go." She looked like she might protest the obvious conflict of interest with me being the timekeeper, but she said nothing. She gave my thick rod a few quick priming pumps while she wet her full lips, just like mom, then launched her attack. Right away I knew I was going to be out twenty bucks. I couldn't believe how good my sister's mouth felt. I had very little basis for comparison, but I'm thinking that the way she swallowed my all the way down to the hilt, worked my mushroom tip with extra attention, and teased my balls with her nails certainly displayed some true talent. I hesitated for a moment before putting my hand in her silky hair. I pulled her head back softly, pretending to be caught up in the moment but really just trying to inhibit her performance and prolong the inevitable, hoping to keep my money. But she knew what I was up to. There was no taking it out and staring up at me naughtily like the porn stars always did. No teasing with her tongue. She was a woman with a mission. I thought about how terrible this was, about what I'd think if someone found it, about how stupid and annoying my sister is, anything to pretend I wasn't the least bit aroused. The sound coming form the TV, so low in volume they were like whisperings in my ears, didn't help. I tried to picture the disturbing pictures of STDs I'd seen back in health class. That helped. My cock quivered, threatening for a moment to go limp altogether. My sister paused, removed her lip lock from my meat and stared at me in shock. "You fucker," she said and redoubled her efforts. I smiled stupidly and continued assailing myself with terrible mental images. I didn't lose my erection--my sister was far too talented, cognitive dissonance only goes so far--but it helped me make it to just about two minutes before I flooded her throat. She swallowed my load like she was taking a shot of liquor. "Well?" I said as she stood up and planted her fists on her hips. "I wouldn't be too proud of being a minute man, pal," she said. I smiled. "Two-minute man, thank you very much. Which means I win." "Whatever," she said. "I'll get you your stinking twenty bucks." I looked up at the screen, where the fivesome was approaching mutual climax. I was stirring to erection again, shame retreating rapidly. "Tell you what, double or nothing says I can make you cum." Sarah laughed. "You're that eager to throw your money away?" I shrugged. "Don't even have it yet." Her shirt was on the floor before the answer even left her lips. "You're on." My sister straddled me, slowly grinding against my cock, which hurt about as much as it aroused. She kissed me so deep and hard I thought she'd suck my heart out. When she broke away, one hand planted on my shoulder for support as she turned up the speed of her rocking, I gasped for air. She was unfazed. Then she leaned forward again and fed me her hard-nippled breasts. Did I say they were small? Maybe to some extent, but I wasn't about to complain. She pulled away and exhausted me with another mind-blowing kiss. She then set to nibbling, biting, and kissing my neck. "You have no idea what you're doing, you sad little thing. You haven't got a prayer." Something came over me. I lifted my sister up by her hips. She squeaked, part surprise but I'd like to think mostly delight. I laid her down on the couch and fumbled with her jeans. "You use vacuum packing to get these on?" I asked. She giggled. "Come on, give it your best shot." I licked her wet, warm pussy through the fabric of her panties a few times before sliding them off. I think she actually panted. Drawing on nothing but what I'd seen in porn and my desire to shut my arrogant bitch of a sister up once and for all, I went to town on her with my tongue. "Not like that. Do you know--oh, yes, there you go," she said. I lifted one of her legs up, pressing it back until her knee came up near her chest, spreading her labia wide. I kissed, licked, nibbled, flicked, swirled, lapped and sucked away, concentrating almost exclusively on her clit. The overload must have taken effect. She was shuddering and gasping wildly. The taste and smell began to get to me. I guess if this hadn't been my first time, I might have enjoyed it like other guys do, but it was too weird. I pulled away and slipped two fingers into my sister. "Oh, getting cocky now? You weren't that close," Sarah taunted, amidst shudders which gave the lie to her mockery. I glanced at the TV. The scene had changed once more. It was another gangbang with Aunt Liz and Mom as the stars, but this wasn't shot before she was married. By the look of her, it was extremely recent. And dad wasn't anywhere to be seen. Yet again, Uncle Steve was fucking my mom, this time doggy-style. Meanwhile, my cousin Joe, Liz and Steve's son, was getting his pole smoked by her. A few feet away, Aunt Liz straddled my brother, whose eyes were rolled in the back of his head. Oh god. Oh god. Was I the only one who wasn't in on it? "Why'd you stop? Keep going, dumbass," Sarah said. Well, I guess I was in on it, at that. With shame, guilt, and extreme carnality driving me, I climbed on top of my sister and jammed my pole in, so harshly it stung me, never mind what it must have done to her. "Oh! Yeah, go on, show me you aren't such a loser after all," Sarah said. She stared up at me, her beautiful eyes wide, her red lips curved into an evil smile. I placed a wet finger on her lips. "Be quiet," I said. Then I leaned lower and showed her that I too could kiss to take your breath away. Indeed, she gasped for air when I broke away. I propped myself up with one hand and used the other to play with her nipples. Sarah wrapped her legs around my back and pulled me in tight. I could almost swear I was bottoming out inside her so hard was I pounding. She didn't seem to care. Her eyes were starting to roll just like my brother's as he got his brains fucked out by the legendary nympho Aunt Liz. "Oh God, you can have the fucking money," Sarah said. And I felt her tighten around my cock, her pussy convulsing madly, milking me. I probably would have won too, if Mom hadn't walked in just then. To be continued... Sharing is Caring Ch. 02 Sarah all but shoved me off her. "Mom, it's not-" "Course it is, stupid. You think she's gonna buy that?" Sarah said, sitting up and reaching for her clothes. Mom just stood there, staring at us. And then she must have realized that the moans coming from the TV were her own. Her eyes went wide and her jaw slack. "Sarah would you please go to your room," my mom said without looking away from the TV. I busied myself with restoring my clothes. Mom sat down next to me, still watching herself and her sister work. Should I have turned it off? "I take it you like this," she said. I wasn't going to bite that bait. She nodded. "You know, I'd been worried about whether you'd ever develop a love life. Isn't healthy for boys your age not to. And this is why." Why wasn't she erupting? The serious tongue lashing was coming soon. She was toying with me. I couldn't have felt more awkward. "Well now that you've had your first experience with a girl, I hope you finally have the confidence to approach girls." And that was it. She went over to the VCR, popped the tape out, and went into her room to change out of her work clothes. But of course that wasn't it. The fan was just dying for a healthy load of shit. # Friday came around and no one mentioned anything about what had happened. It was too eerie. I kept cringing, waiting for the other shoe to drop with an enormous crash. I mean, Sarah mocked me incessantly about how pathetic I was with women, and added a few jokes about not being able to deliver to her repertoire, but that wasn't what I was worried about. That came later that day, when my best friend was over. When mom got home, she greeted Kevan a heck of a lot warmer than she usually did. I started thinking "oh no" right away. It was just a warm hello, right? No big deal right? Yeah, right. She came out of her room changed from her skirt and sports coat wearing skimpy shorts that had her ass all but hanging out and a t shirt that fit way too tight. Kevan did a triple take. No, scratch that, he looked away once or twice, and that was it. The usual, cordial small talk which lasted 30 seconds turned into 5 minutes. And seriously flirting. She patted him on the arm constantly, laughed at his awkward, stammered, forgive me b/c I'm staring at your tits and not thinking about what I'm saying, jokes. I could see where this was going. "I'm gonna go play some X-Box," I said, as suggestively as I could. "What? Oh, yeah, ok," Kevan said. But thirty seconds in, he decided he needed to get a drink, and rushed downstairs again. Funny, I didn't think it took ten minutes to get a fucking soda. I snuck down the stairs to find my mother gobbling my best friend's cock right in the kitchen. It was hard to say, what with her face glued to my friend's meat, but I'd swear she was staring right at me. I crept away before Kevan could notice and went back upstairs. Despite being a ball of confused emotions, I kept playing my game. And getting my ass handed to me. I heard footsteps coming up the stairs and I paused the game and peered down the hall. Only it was my brother, who was visiting us that weekend. "Dad home early?" he said, by way of greeting. "I heard them through the walls--louder than usual." I didn't say anything. Mark dropped his duffel on the floor and sat down on the spare bed. "Oh, I know that look. I was wondering when you'd finally figure it out." "What do you mean?" I said. Mark laughed. "About mom. Let me guess--is it Kevan in there with her?" I nodded. "Shit man, I always thought she was...I don't know, it sounds so stupid now." "She's more discreet than Aunt Liz. I thought she was a one man woman too, until Liz told me all about their little parties. I brought it up with mom...I guess I was sorta hoping...anyway, she did the same to me. Pretended it was no big deal, then started humiliating me, teasing me, showing me she was indeed a slut but that didn't mean I could have her the way I could Aunt Liz by fucking all my friends." I drew a deep breath. He'd tried to get in mom's pants? Fuck, who was I to act shocked. Like I wouldn't. How could I have never noticed? It wasn't like she was trying to hide it with Kevan. "So does it stop? She ever decide you learned your lesson?" "Yeah, sooner or later she'll let up. But more like later than sooner. Just be happy you're out of high school." I sighed. "Tough break, bro," Mark said. And that was the last he said about it. # Of course, Kevan was just dying to come over again. But I kept making excuses. I didn't want him to know I knew, so I didn't blow him off--we just never hung out at my house. But I could only keep that up so long if I didn't want him to know I'd figured it out. I guess out of morbid curiosity, or perhaps the stupidity to believe nothing would happen, I invited him over again a few weeks later, when I knew dad was going to be away for the weekend. We picked up a case of beer and rented a movie, which we watched in the living room. Go on. Do something. I dare you both. Kevan never turned down a dare. And, as I was learning the hard way, mom was nowhere near a tenth as inhibited as I'd once thought. She joined us for the movie, weaving only a long t shirt, and squeezed me over to sit between me and Kevan. Halfway through the movie, she had her head on his shoulder. Then her hands rested on his thighs, inching upward slowly but surely. Kevan kept glancing nervously at me. I didn't know whether to be consoled that he at least was aware of my existence or to be furious. A love scene--very soft, but not terribly short--came in towards the end of the movie. Mom wiggled as though she were the nervous one. Then she and Kevan just stared at each other. They wouldn't. You gotta be kidding me. Kevan eased his hand up mom's thigh slowly, hesitated, then slipped up under the t shirt, not even bothering to try and slide it under, but just pushing her shirt up around her waist. She wasn't wearing any panties. Mom started moaning and then grabbed Kevan's head and drew him into the type of deep soul kiss Sarah had mastered. I couldn't believe them. I couldn't believe myself, because I wasn't as angry as I should have been. I was definitely a little angry, but also more than a little turned on. Without breaking her hold on Kevan, Mom fumbled around with her other hand and groped at my crotch. Oh my god. I don't think this is how it went for Mark. I hesitated maybe a moment before whipping it out and guiding it into mom's hand. She pumped me a little awkwardly, her attention more geared on Kevan. God, was it even possible to kiss that long? She took her hand away from me and broke away from Kevan. He looked at me in fear, saw my erect cock, and then smiled. He actually gave me the thumbs up. Fucking asshole. Mom climbed up on the couch, leaning her head into Kevan's crotch and facing her ass towards me. I began fondling the soft flesh. God did she have a nice ass. It was much bigger than Sarah's, gleaming white, so ripe. I playfully spanked it and watched the ensuing giggle with glee. Then I started fingering her. Before long, I pried her legs open and dove in, trying to remember what my sister had said I did right and what I didn't. Meanwhile, I heard slurping sounds as mom sucked off Kevan. Judging by his gasps, mom wasn't much worse than Sarah. Mom didn't taste any better than Sarah, but I was bound and determined to finish the job this time. I felt her buck her hips, slapping her ass into my face softly. I didn't complain. Kevan jerked stiff, undoubtedly erupting in mom's mouth. A moment later, she melted in my mouth. Then she stood up, a little wobbly. Kevan was still recovering his breath. He leaned forward on the couch, eagerly staring at her, waiting for whatever was next. Mom held up a finger as if to say, "Not so fast." Kevan just looked at me, big fat stupid grin on his face. If I wasn't so eager to pound the hell out of my mother's ass, I'd be white-hot mad at him. Freud said all men wanted to have their moms, as a means of validating themselves by being a bigger man than daddy. In this case, it wasn't my father I wanted to show up. It was my brother, who had fucked Aunt Liz at 18 and didn't mind telling me all about it. He never fucked mom. I knew very little about who fucked who in this family, apparently, but I was sure of that. "I'll be back in a flash," Mom said and left the room. "Oh my god, dude," Kevan said. "I can't believe this." I refused to answer him. Mom came back in a few minutes, having subjected us to an awfully awkward silence. She was wearing heels, fishnet stockings, and a choker. I didn't think she owned those kind of clothes. She looked ridiculous...ridiculously good too. Her breasts were unbelievable. Her whole body was just so voluptuous. Sarah didn't have half mom's curves. Okay, so maybe her stomach wasn't entirely flat, but we're not talking a sagging paunch either. She carried her weight in the right places, all things considered. She took one of each of our hands and pulled up from the couch. She turned her back to me and started kissing Kevan perhaps even deeper than before. I pressed up behind her, stroking my cock against her ample cheeks. I ran my hands over her hips, then reached around and played with her unbelievable breasts. She guided Kevan into her cunt, lifting one leg up and wrapping it around his hips to peel herself wider. I backed away. I didn't like being excluded, but I didn't want to be that close to Kevan. I watched enviously as they continued fucking standing up for a minute before Kevan laid down on the floor and guided mom onto his pole. She giggled like a little girl as she bopped up and down. I came around beside her and fondled one heavy breast. She looked up at me, that same hungry look on her face as Sarah'd had. "Is this what you wanted?" she said. No, it wasn't. I wanted her alone. But instead I just nodded like a goofball, licking my lips. Mom guided my cock into her lips. Sarah had nice lips, mind you. But mom...mom's lips were made for nothing else. You'd think she'd had her lips enhanced like some pornstar. I ran my hands through her raven-black hair, leaned my head back, and moaned. It only took a few seconds to realize Sarah was better at sucking cock than mom, but that was sort of a bonus since I didn't feel like I was going to explode any second, nervous about looking pathetic, forced to think disgusting thoughts just to prolong the moment. Not that the inevitable was far off, mind you. Kevan had yet to blow his second load when I jerked forward and gave mom a nice little present. She swallowed it all, licked her lips, took me back in her mouth to make sure she hadn't missed a drop, then pushed me away and focused all her efforts on Kevan. And continued ignoring me even after Kevan bust his nut. She just climbed off him, turned around, and got on all fours, wiggling her ass in the air as an invitation. I went around behind her, looking at Kevan for permission. He shrugged and backed away, but mom said, "No. Kevan, I want your cock." Okay, fine. Head's not bad. I went back up front and got down on my knees, presenting my offering to my mother. But she shook her head. "Just sit over there," she said. I sat on the couch, jerking myself sadly, watching my mother finger herself while my friend struggled to find some more energy. He looked pathetic. He was clearly spent. But he refused to stop. I guess I couldn't blame him...but I did. When finally mom shuddered with her orgasm, she stood up. "Thanks boys," she said and went to the bathroom to clean up. To be continued...