14 comments/ 112393 views/ 70 favorites Chat Room Surprise By: rufriter Brendan checked the time on his computer and pulled a face. His Mom wouldn't be home for an hour. He fished in his pocket for the slip of paper and carefully typed in the link. One of his regulars at the service station, where he worked a four hour shift every morning, had told him about a website, so until his Mom came home he may as well check it out. When the site came up he followed the prompts to the chat rooms, not really expecting anything, and his eyes narrowed as he scanned the list. He had been sure his customer had been bullshitting him, but there it was. Taboo Chat Room. Where the family that stays together plays together. He clicked on the room, then swore under his breath when a registration page came up. It hadn't occurred to him that he would need to sign up to access the site. The last thing he wanted was to give his personal details, so he scrolled down until he found the privacy policy. This didn't seem so bad. The only thing anybody would see would be his nickname. All the other shit they asked for was purely to determine that he was over eighteen. He began to fill in the registration, but when he came to the section that asked for a nickname he hesitated. Everyone he knew also knew his regular nickname so he couldn't use that. He thought for a few minutes, then decided that considering the type of chat he was interested in, he may as well choose a name that reflected the subject. Clicking on the appropriate box he typed in "Mofo", the slang word for motherfucker, followed by his password. Seconds later he received a confirmation email, and after clicking the link he was directed back to the site, where he quickly went to the taboo chat room. "Fuck, I didn't know so many people were into this stuff," he thought, running his eye down the long list of names. There were so many that he didn't know where to start. For several minutes he stared blankly at the list of weird, imaginative, and not so and imaginative nicknames, and then suddenly a message flashed at the bottom of his screen. He opened the message and grinned at the name. "Dadinme" didn't exactly impress with its originality. "Hey Mofo", he read. "Wassup? Are you really a mofo?" He was a little surprised at the bluntness of the question, and for a moment wasn't sure how to respond. "Why do you ask?" he typed. The reply came immediately. "Isn't that what this room is about? Everyone in here either does it or wishes they could." "OK then, which one are you?" "I'm a doer." "Really? Who with?" "Can't you work that out from my nick?" "Oh right. OK, I don't want to sound stupid, but are you a girl or a guy?" "Girl of course, and before you ask my dad has been fucking me for 4 years since I was 18. How about you? Do you do it with your mom or do you just wish you could?" Before he could frame a reply another message flashed. "Hey, I gotta go. Hubby came home. I'll be here tomorrow if you wanna chat. Cya." Brendan heaved a sigh of relief as the connection was broken. He hadn't expected to be asked such intimate questions, at least not from the start, and certainly wasn't comfortable about answering them. Nonetheless, the frankness of "Dadinme" had not altogether been without its effect on him, and the thought of a twenty two year old being fucked by her father made his cock stir. The sound of a car door slamming startled him, and he glanced again at the computer clock. Signing in to the site had taken longer than he realised, and he hastily logged out. He descended the stairs to the living room just as his mom came in, and as she kissed his cheek his hand went automatically to her breast. "Not just now Baby," she smiled, pushing him away gently. "I need a shower and some food. How about fixing your Mom some scrambled eggs while I freshen up?" As he cracked the eggs into a bowl, he reflected on how nice and firm she had felt in his palm, and reminded himself that he would have to be more careful. Although she never protested, there could be hell to pay if his Dad ever saw him feeling his Mom's tits. He was spooning the eggs on to the toast when she returned from the bathroom in her robe, with a towel around her head. Her face was glowing from the hot shower, and he thought to himself how much more beautiful she seemed without make up. At forty four her still flawless skin took tears off her age, and the way her firm breasts swelled under her robe added to the illusion. Wolfing down his meal, he pushed away from the table and went to stand behind her chair. As she sipped her coffee he slid his hand inside her robe, and he exulted at the way her nipples stiffened under his touch. Her laugh was music to his ears. "Wow, something sure has you fired up. Whatever it is I like it." She glanced at the clock on the wall and stood up. "Your Dad will be home in about an hour, so let's not waste time." Taking his hand she led him to her bedroom, shrugging out of her robe and stretching out on the soft covers, eyes gleaming as she watched him undress. As always, he was awestruck by the perfection of her body, from her firm breasts standing proudly from her ribcage, surmounted by tight hard brown nipples, down past her trim waist and softly rounded tummy to her full hips and neatly trimmed mound. She was obviously as eager as he was, because she reached for his erection, using it to pull him on top of her and guiding the rubbery tip to her moist slit. "Now Brendan, I want you in me now. Give your Mom your hard cock." He pushed into her wet pussy with a contented sigh. It was always exciting fucking his Mom, but it was even more so when he fucked her in the bed she shared with his Dad. Her wetness was scalding on his shaft, and he lowered his mouth to her tits, feasting greedily as he drove in and out of her clinging twat. She clutched him to her, raising her hips to meet him. "That's it Baby, fuck your Mom. Faster! I'm nearly there! Oh yes! Make me cum! Oh yesss!" Her thick creamy fluids burst out around his plunging shaft and his cock exploded, pumping a stream of hot cum deep inside his Mom's cunt. Withdrawing his glistening rod he knelt between her legs, watching their mingled cum oozing from her puffed and reddened pussy lips. The last year had been almost perfect. Only one thing could have made it better, and that was to have his sister Denise lying naked beside his Mom, waiting for her share of his cock. It would never happen of course, because she was married and living across town with her husband. Brendan had had the hots for his sister for as long as he could remember, but although he had managed to catch rare glimpses of her boobs, and on one memorable occasion he had sneaked a look at her shaven slit up her skirt, she seemed almost oblivious to his existence. Then a couple of years ago she had married her long time boyfriend Don, and even those rare pleasures were denied him. At least for a while. Strangely enough he 'saw' more of her when he visited than he had when she had lived at home, because now that she no longer needed to worry about whether or not her parents would approve, whenever Brendan turned up she was always wearing skimpy clothing. She explained this by saying Don liked her to dress sexily, and had confided to her brother that her husband didn't even like her wearing underwear, so he could lift her miniscule skirt and look at her pussy whenever he wanted. This revelation suited Brendan perfectly, because now he could sneak sly peeks down her neckline at her perfect tits, and sometimes when she stooped or bent down, she inadvertently revealed her great ass or her meticulously shaven slit. A year after Denise moved out something had happened which had shocked him rigid in more ways than one, and changed his life forever. It had taken him a couple of weeks to work out a plan, and a little longer to make it work, but five weeks after he had the idea his Mom had finally given in to her hidden desires, and he fucked her for the first time. As he reflected on how it had happened, he found himself thinking of what his new chat mate had told him, and wondering if her first time with her father had started off the same way. It might be interesting to find out, and if she told him, he may even be persuaded to tell her about him and his Mom. Of course, how much he told her depended on how much she was prepared to tell him. After a fashion it would be a relief to tell someone his guilty secret, even if it was total stranger. His Mom interrupted his thoughts by pointing out the time, and together they went to the bathroom to clean each other up and dress before his Dad got home. They made it with seconds to spare, and she was just dropping into the chair in front of the television when her husband walked through the front door. Brendan waited long enough to say hi, and as his Mom busied herself in the kitchen he took himself off to his room. For the next hour or so he sat browsing through the taboo chat room, hoping for another message. Eventually he gave up and went to bed where he lay in the dark, trying to think how he could get "Dadinme" to open up. Given that she had readily admitted to her secret vice, he didn't really have any doubt that she would tell him what had started her Dad slipping his length to her, but what he wasn't sure of was exactly how he could get her to go into every intimate detail. Of course he realised that if she did, she might expect him to go into the same detail about him and his Mom. He didn't really want to, but at the same time it was all anonymous so what difference could it make? Besides, thinking about that first time always made him hard, so maybe he could have a wank whilst they shared secrets. As soon as he arrived home from work next day he logged into the site, not really expecting much because when he had joined yesterday, it had been at least three hours later than today. It was a pleasant surprise then, when a message came up immediately. "Hey Mofo you here?" It had been sent offline about half an hour earlier, and just in case she was still there he typed out a response. "Yeah, just got here. Some of us have to work for a living. LOL" Maybe ten minutes passed, then. "Glad I don't lol" "Yeah I bet. Hey last night you mentioned your hubby does he know your dad fucks you?" "Shit no he'd freak if he found out Mom would too." "Yeah I can understand that. Mind telling me how it started?" "OK but first you gotta answer my question do you do it with your mom?" "Yes." "Wow that's fucking awesome how long have you been fucking her? Does she let you cum inside her? Does your dad know?" "About a year. Yes she does and no he doesn't. Now tell me about you and your dad." "Not sure I have time cos he's due here soon but here goes to tell the truth it was my bro I wanted at first. I spied on him playing with himself and his cock looked so yummy that I went to bed and fingered myself imagining him popping my cherry I used to let him see my boobs and look up my skirt when he thought I didn't realise he was looking I was hoping he would try to feel me up but he was too chicken." "Yeah fair enough so what happened then?" "Well one night I came home after clubbing and mom and dad's door was open and he was fucking her I took one look at his cock going in and out of her pussy and it looked so awesome I decided I wanted some of that for myself I figured if I couldn't get my chickenshit bro to pop my cherry I'd try to get dad to do it." "Good thinking, so what did you do?" "Started letting him see what I had little bit of boob here flash of my panties there just to get his attention." "OK, did it work?" "Not at first so I started leaving a couple of buttons undone and leaning forward when Mom wasn't around so if he looked down my front he could see my tits and being a man he looked but that was all he did." "I can't say I blame him for looking must have been worth seeing." "Yeah but I was getting fed up waiting." "So what did you do?" "When mom and bro were out I broke the keyboard drawer thingy on my computer desk and asked him to fix it when he came in I was sitting on my bed in just my pyjama top with my legs crossed my top wasn't buttoned and he could see my pussy and most of my tits except for my nipples he never said anything but kept looking over at me while he was working I thought I had him because I could see he was hard but he just fixed the drawer and left." "What a bummer" "Yeah I know anyway the next night I knew I had him interested because he shouted up the stairs to ask if my desk was ok I got into my pyjama top again and yelled back for him to see for himself he had a go at me but he couldn't stop staring at my pussy and I told him it wasn't something he hadn't seen a million times and anyway he used to touch it when he was washing me in the bath when I was younger he said that was different because he couldn't wash me properly without touching me I told him I couldn't see any difference because he still used to touch me and I liked it when he did." By now Brendan's cock was rock hard and he pulled it out, stroking as he imagined what Dadinme's dad was seeing. "Good answer. What did he say to that?" "Nothing he just left but he must have thought about it because next time mom and bro were out he asked me if I really meant it when I told him I liked him touching my pussy I said yeah and he could touch it again if he wanted in fact he could do more than just touch it his hard on just about split his pants so I took mine off and spread my legs wide so he knew I was serious." By now Brendan was stroking frantically. "Holy shit! What did he do when you did that?" "He took my shirt off and started playing with my tits then he sucked my nipples while he felt my pussy I took his cock out and started stroking it he pushed me on to my back and got between my legs and very slowly started pushing his cock into my pussy it hurt a bit when he burst through my cherry but I was so hot for him and so wet that I didn't care he fucked me for like twenty minutes then all of a sudden he shot his cum in me it was so fucking awesome I almost cried he cleaned all the blood off me and about half an hour later he fucked me again until my cum was pouring out of me." Brendan gasped as he shot his load over the carpet. "Holy fuck girl, I'm speechless!" "Well you better get your speech back by tomorrow," she retorted, "because you gotta tell me how you came to fuck your mom I gtg dad will be here soon and talking to you has got me horny as fuck." He was about to agree, then he remembered tomorrow was Mom's afternoon off. "Hey I can't tomorrow. How about the day after?" "Sorry Mofo day after is no good for me but I'll have nothing on the next day." He deliberately misinterpreted what she said. "Nothing on hey? Sounds good LOL. OK next day it is. Bfn don't wear him out LOL." After they broke the connection he sat around thinking of what she had told him, and the more he thought the more impatient he became for his Mom to get home. Not for the first time he thanked his lucky stars for two things. She always came home at least an hour before his Dad, so they had plenty of time to indulge their illicit relationship, and secondly she had an extraordinarily high sex drive, so she was always more than willing to accommodate both her son and her husband. He strongly suspected that it was the taboo nature of incest that made her so horny for him, but he didn't really care so long as she let him fuck her. By the time he heard her car door slam he had worked himself up to fever pitch, and as soon as she was inside the front door he pushed her against the wall, and tugging her panties to one side he buried his cock in her cunt. Anger flared in her eyes at his impatient abruptness, but when he started moving inside her she wrapped her arms around his neck and thrust to meet him. Taking her weight on her arms she wrapped her legs around his hips, bouncing up and down on his plundering pole and pleading with him to fill her with cum. Seconds later she was sighing with pleasure as she felt his tool twitch and jerk, pumping his hot load inside her liquid depths. Unwinding her legs from his hips, she stood with her knees trembling. "Christ Brendan," she panted. "I haven't been fucked against the wall since I was in my teens." She kissed him lightly. "Maybe that's why I love doing it with you. No matter where or how you fuck me you always make me feel like a teenager." "That's because with your firm tits and tight pussy you make it feel like I'm fucking a teenager Mom." He wasn't being flattering because it was the truth. The very first time he felt her breasts he had been surprised how hard and firm they were, certainly not like the soft tits he thought a forty something mother would have. He had been even more surprised when he discovered how tightly her cunt clenched around his cock when she finally let him put it in her. The only other woman he had fucked had been on trial as a console operator at the service station, and she had come on to him in the mistaken belief that he could influence the boss into hiring her permanently. Compared to his Mom, fucking her soggy snatch had been like dipping his finger in a paste bucket. His Mom's incredible tightness had completely spoiled him for all other women. Except for his unattainable sister Denise. The next day Brendan was delayed at work because his relief was an hour late. His Mom's car was already in the driveway, and after a brief search he found her lying naked and waiting on her bed. Her eyes were misted and her mouth was slack with lust as she mumbled almost incoherently. "About time you got here. All morning I've been able to think of nothing but the way you fucked me yesterday, and especially what you said afterwards. I want you to pretend I'm a teenager again." "I don't have to pretend with you, Mom," he replied softly as he stripped and joined her on the bed. The exotic female scent of her arousal was almost overpowering, and he quickly placed his mouth over her slit. Her hips arched, and as he slid his hands under her ass to lift her higher he reflected on how times had changed. A year ago when she had first urged him to lick her pussy he had been reluctant, because the mere thought of putting his mouth anywhere near where a woman peed from had made him cringe, but now he couldn't think of a better way to start a prolonged fuck session. Her creamy juices coated his chin and cheeks as his tongue probed and teased her to orgasm. Still trembling from her peak, she reached for his hard member. "My turn Brendan baby. I want it in my mouth. I want to taste your cum." Gently holding her head steady he tried to guide her lips to his tool, but she pulled away and pushed him on to his back. "I didn't say you were to stop licking my pussy," she muttered as, kneeling astride his face, she leaned forward to take his prick into her mouth. With her cum dripping on to his face, he raised his head, tonguing her cunt and revelling in the silky slickness of his Mom's lips and tongue on his cock and balls. She moaned deep in her throat as she mouthed his rod, and ground her slippery twat against his face, bringing on another orgasm. Trembling at the sheer intensity of her latest climax, she bobbed her head furiously until his cock erupted, sending a fountain of hot lava into her suctioning mouth. For the rest of the afternoon they fucked each other in every position they could think of, completely losing track of time. He had just pumped another load into his Mom's insatiable fuckhole when they heard his dad's car door slam, and he had to grab his clothes and make a frantic dash for his own room. Thirty minutes later he was watching the TV news with his dad when she came down the stairs, wearing her robe and with a towel around her hair. She kissed her husband hello, and looked at her son. "Brendan, can you give me a hand in the kitchen? I need some potatoes peeled." Chat Room Surprise He followed her into the kitchen and she came to him, her eyes gleaming. "God that was so hot nearly being caught," she whispered as she opened her robe. "It made me so horny. Fuck me again quickly." He looked uncertainly towards the door, but she shook her head and whispered in his ear. "Leave it open. It will be more exciting. He won't move while the news is on." She freed his stiffening prick and leaned back against the counter. "Quick, put it in me." Lured by the risk of being caught with his cock in his Mom, he drove into her and began thrusting frantically. Her orgasm came with a sudden burst of juices, and she let out a moan. "Ohh shiiiit!" Brendan froze mid thrust as his dad's voice came from the other room. "You OK in there?" "Yeah, it's OK honey," she called back. "I just spilled some cream." With a quiet chuckle at her double entendre, her son resumed thrusting. "Don't worry Mom, I'll give you some of my cream." The excitement of the situation, and the knowledge that, for the second time in an hour, he had come perilously close to being discovered fucking his Mom, sent him over the edge, and he pumped the promised load of cream up into her dripping cunt. His finally defeated tool slipped out, and as though nothing had happened, she fastened her robe, and together they turned to the task of preparing vegetables. An hour later they were seated at the table, tucking into steak with all the trimmings. As he raised a forkful to his mouth, Brendan's dad smacked his lips appreciatively. "These potatoes are perfect," he remarked to his wife. "I thought you said you spilled the cream?" His son nearly choked as she replied with a perfectly straight face. "I did, but Brendan rose to the occasion with enough to do the job." Next day on his way home from work, Brendan was wondering how he would fill in the afternoon until his Mom came home. It would be nice to talk to Dadinme, but she had already told him she wouldn't be online. Still, it wouldn't hurt to log on anyway on the off chance there would be another horny chick online willing to chat. He had only been home ten minutes when he received a phone call that could have presented him with a dilemma if Dadinme had been online. "Hello brother dear, it's your wonderful sister." 'Oh shit,' he thought to himself. 'What does she want now? She only ever talks to me like that when she wants something.' He spoke into the mouthpiece. "OK Denise, what are you after?" "Just a teensy weensy favour brother dear. Nothing a big strong boy like you can't handle. I just bought Don an exercise bike for his birthday, and I need help putting it together before he gets home." "Yeah OK, give me half an hour. Just remember you'll owe me." On his way to his sister's he thought about what he'd like her to owe him. He knew that what he wanted most was out of the question, but with a little luck he might be able to sneak a good eyeful. When he arrived, Denise was running her finger under cold water. "Stupid banding tape," she complained. "Why can't they just put handles on the boxes?" He looked at the small cut and laughed. "There's pork chops walking around hurt worse than that. Where do you keep the band aids?" "I should have known I'd get no sympathy from you!" She stooped to reach into the cupboard under the washbasin, and he drew in a sharp breath as he was treated to a perfect view down the top of her blouse. As usual her breasts were hanging free of the constraints of a bra, and her rosy nipples were hard and puckered. His fingers flexed as he fought the urge to grope the exquisite globes, but he knew that one wrong move might well destroy their close relationship. Instead he took out a band aid and wrapped it around the injured digit. "OK Sis, where's this thing you want me to put together?" Following her into the living room, he took out his pocket knife and cut the banding tape securing the large carton. Fishing around until he located the assembly instructions, he squatted on the floor trying to make sense of the fractured English on the single sheet of paper. Fortunately the diagrams seemed clear enough, so he spread the components within easy reach and set to work. He became so absorbed in what he was doing that it was a little while before he realised that Denise was squatting facing him, watching on with apparent interest. He glanced at her and swallowed hard. She was sitting with her legs crossed and her knees splayed, like a child in a classroom, and there was nothing between his bulging eyes and her pouting shaven slit. This was better than he ever could have dreamed. On all previous occasions he had only ever managed brief glimpses as she moved around, but the way she was sitting now he could feast his eyes as much as he wished. And from a distance of less than three feet! On the pretext of checking the instructions, he picked up the piece of paper, looking over the top edge to study her pussy. Almost as if he had willed it she pulled her knees up, hugging them to her chest, and peeping between her parted ankles her clit seemed to be aimed directly at him. Assembling the machine took much longer than it should, because he was unable to concentrate for thinking how superbly symmetrical her pussy was, and imagining how it would feel to push his cock between the puffy lips. Finally he tightened the last bolt and sat ostensibly admiring his handiwork, but in fact unwilling to move before she did, because he knew that if he stood up she couldn't fail to see his boner. Eventually however, she rose to her feet and when he followed suit she hugged him. "Thank you baby brother, if there's ever anything I can do for you just ask." She looked at the wall clock. "I hate to rush you, but you'd better scoot." With a lascivious leer she added, "Don will be home soon and I'm sure he will want to thank me in the best possible way." As he returned home, Brendan cursed himself for lacking the courage to at least say something suggestive to Denise. In his mind he felt there had been a couple of times when he was almost sure she knew he was staring at her twat, but she had made no move to hide it. There was always a possibility that she had deliberately let her brother see her pussy as a turn on, so that when Don came home she would be wet and waiting. Whatever the case, Brendan could think of a dozen ways he could have made a joke out of the situation, and at the same time tested the water without arousing her suspicions. Fortunately his frustration was short lived, and an hour later his Mom lay gasping as he pumped his cum into her. The following day he hurried home from work, eager to log on to the taboo site. He had to wait about half an hour before the first message appeared. "Hey Mofo babe how's it going?" "Not bad, just finished work. How are things with you? Dad fucked you lately?" "Yea day before yesterday twice lol when did you last do your mom?" "Yesterday. Only once but we made it last." "Good to know no woman likes a guy who cums too soon OK so tell me how it started with her." "OK. In a way it was a bit like you and your bro. I had the hots real bad for my sister. I used to spy on her hoping to see something." "Fair enough and did you?" "Yeah sometimes, but not much. Managed a quick look at her boobs a few times and another time I saw her pussy for about a second. Then she got married and moved out." "OK what happened after she moved out?" "Nothing for almost a year then one day I was sweeping the leaves around the house. It was Mom's afternoon off and she was in her room on her computer. I looked in through her window and nearly shit. I couldn't see very clearly because of the net curtains but I could see she was nude and playing with her boobs." "Holy shit that was a bit of a shock to the system lol." "Got that right. Somehow I never imagined my Mom doing shit like that. I mean she was just Mom." "Yea I know what you mean so what did you do?" "Well the truth was I was sort of embarrassed so I just left her to it. It took me the rest of the day to get over the shock, but then I got curious." "As you would what did you do?" "Next day when she was at work I looked on her computer and found one of those webcam sites so I loaded it on my computer and on her next afternoon off I looked for her." "Did you find her?" "Boy did I find her! I couldn't see her face but I recognised her room." "What was she doing?" "She was stark naked with her legs open fingering her pussy and talking really dirty in the text chat box." "Wow!" "Wow is right. That's when she stopped being Mom and became a woman I wanted." "So what did you do about it?" "Jerked myself silly LOL." "Obviously but besides that." "Well a couple of days later she was folding the laundry and because she always brought mine to my room when she finished I waited until I heard her coming towards my room and pulled my cock out and started rubbing it. I was half turned away from the door and pretended I didn't know she was there. She stood watching for a couple of minutes then I 'realised' she was there and covered up quick." "That was cleverly done what did she say?" "Nothing she just put my clothes on my bed and left." "OK so what did you do next?" "Waited for her next afternoon off and got on my computer before she got on hers. I wanted her to get really horny before I made a move so I waited until she started playing. When she typed in that she would give anything for a nice hard cock right now I went and knocked on her door. I gave her time to get her robe on then went in and apologised for her catching me jerking off." "That was sneaky what did she say?" "She told me not to worry about it because everyone masturbates. I couldn't say I just watched her so I asked her if she ever did it. She didn't say anything right away but then she said yes so I went in with both feet and said wow I'd like to see that." "Shit talk about getting to the point what did she say?" "She laughed and said she didn't think it would be appropriate for a mother to show her vagina to her son. I counted on her still being horny and I said that wasn't fair. If she thought it was ok for her to see me playing with my dick it should go both ways. Then I said maybe it would make it easier for her if we could do it for each other and before she could say no I got my cock out and opened her robe. She watched me stroking for a few seconds then she closed her eyes and touched her pussy. I told her to rub it and after about a minute she started playing with her clit. When I saw she was really wet I put her hand on my cock. She started stroking it so I pushed a finger in her pussy. After I made her cum I told her I'd like to fuck her and she didn't say anything. Just stood up from her chair and lay on the bed. I licked her cunt until she was wailing like a banshee then I stuck my cock in her. After I shot my load in her she did the whole remorse thing. You know, how sinful and wicked it was. How wrong it was for a mother to even let her son look at her in her underwear let alone do what we did, but when I touched her cunt again she couldn't get my cock inside her fast enough. I fucked her three times over the next three hours and we've been fucking like rabbits ever since." "OMFG Mofo that is soooo fucking hot!! You got my pussy dripping" "Yeah, I'm hard just thinking about it." "My dad was like that too after our first fuck how evil and disgusting it was to have those kind of feelings about your own daughter it didn't stop him getting a hard on and fucking me again half an hour later though LMAO Hey now that you fuck your Mom do you still have the hots for your sister?" "Yeah, not that it does any good. I'd love to fuck her but it's never gonna happen. Weird thing is though, I don't see her as often but now I see more of her than I did when she lived with us." "More of her body you mean? Like her boobs." "Yeah. Her pussy a few times." "OK why haven't you tried it on her?" "It's awkward. I'm a bit scared I guess. I mean I love her to bits and we're great friends and I'm scared if I try and she gets shitty it will destroy the friendship." "OK I can understand that I'm sort of like that with my bro I don't want to scare him off so I let him see my pussy and tits hoping he'll get the message I think you're worrying for nothing anyway." "Why do you say that?" "Simple no girl lets a guy look at her pussy unless she wants him so I reckon your sis wants you." "Maybe but I'm not sure she actually lets me see it. It's more like it's accidental." "OK put it this way how many times have you seen it 5 or 6?" "More than that. At least 15 maybe more." "That seals it then she definitely wants you to fuck her 15 times is too many for it to be accidental when was the last time you saw her?" "Yesterday. She bought an exercise bike for her hubby and called me to go over and put it together before he got home. She sat on the floor watching me and she was wearing a short skirt without anything underneath. I was looking at her pussy off and on for about an hour." "In that case Mofo get over there and give her a good fucking she definitely wants your cock in her." " Hmmm. Do you think so?" "One hundred percent no doubt about it I couldn't be more certain." "OK, I'll have to think about it." "Don't think just do it the more you think the more you'll talk yourself out of it look I have to start dinner for hubby now so I'll see you tomorrow OK?" "OK bye. And thanks." When the connection was broken he sat thinking of what Dadinme had said. It had all sounded so reasonable, but he still had doubts. After all he didn't really know her, so maybe she was just having fun at his expense. What if she was only being mischievous, goading him into feeling Denise up just to get him in the shit? There were a lot of twisted malicious people hiding behind the anonymity of the internet, so it wouldn't be the first time something like that had happened. By the time his Mom arrived home he realised that just as Dadinme had predicted, he had almost talked himself out of it. As a result he was so confused that he only offered a token protest when his Mom said she had had a tough day, and really wasn't in the mood to be fucked. The next morning at work he couldn't get the image of Denise's pussy out of his mind, and he spent his coffee break jerking off in the restroom. He was just preparing to finish his shift when the phone rang, and he picked it up without thinking. His stomach lurched when he heard his sister's voice. There must be something drastically wrong because she never called him at work. "What's wrong Denise? Why are you ringing me at work? You know the boss doesn't like me taking personal calls." "Oh sorry little brother, I just didn't think. There's something I need you to do urgently." "Christ Sis, is that all? I thought something bad had happened. What is it? Are you sure it can't wait?" "Well I suppose it could, but I really want you to come over now. I'll show you when you get here OK?" He heaved a sigh of resignation. "OK, anything for a peaceful life. I'll be there soon." "Thanks Brendan. I'll make it up to you. Promise." On the way over he thought again about the conversation he had the previous afternoon, and cursed himself for the thousandth time for lacking the balls to act on what Dadinme had assured him was a certainty. He was between a rock and a hard place. It was reaching the stage where he knew he should say something to her about the effect she was having on him whenever she unconsciously revealed herself. The problem was that despite what it was doing to his head, he didn't really want her to cover up. The unrestricted view of her pussy and her clit when he had been assembling Don's new toy had been too awesome not to want to see it again and again. Denise greeted him at the door with a half empty wine glass in her hand. He was surprised to see that she was wearing a robe, which she held closed with her free hand. Without speaking, she turned and went into the kitchenette, leaving him to follow. An open wine bottle stood on the kitchen bench, and judging by how little had been poured from it Brendan had a feeling that the glass was more of a prop than anything else. "OK Sis, what was it you wanted me to do that was so urgent?" She set the glass down beside the bottle and turned to face him, her eyes misty. When she replied there was a note of uncertainty in her voice. "Me, Mofo," she whispered, releasing her grip on her robe, allowing it to fall open to reveal the valley between her breasts and her smooth hairless slit. "I want you to do me." It took a moment for her words to sink in, and he stared at her. "What did you call me? Where did that come from?" "Mofo.... As in mother fucker. That is your online nickname isn't it?" He hedged, not wanting to admit it. "What made you think that?" "Come off it little brother. You as good as told me who you really are yesterday when you mentioned the exercise bike. What are the chances of two brothers fixing those things for their sisters at the same time? Especially when the sister has her pussy on display. Look, we have both wanted to fuck each other for heaven knows how long, but we were both scared because neither of us knew how the other felt." She shrugged out of her robe and let it fall to the floor. "Now we do know, so there's nothing to stop us." Taking his hand she urged him towards the bedroom. "I want you to do with me what you said you did with Mom. I know men like the word cunt, so I'll use it. I want you to lick my cunt until I cum then fuck my cunt until we both cum, but first I want you naked so I can see your cock." She stretched out on the bed, eyes wide as she avidly watched her brother undress and lie beside her. Hardly able to believe that what he had dreamed of for so long was about to come true, he caressed the firm breasts that, until now, he had only been able to admire surreptitiously, and grasping his hard rod she sighed with contentment. "God Brendan, you have no idea how often I have wanted to feel your hand there, and your mouth on my nipples. I've wanted you to suck them ever since I first grew tits." Taking his cue he lowered his head, sucking gently at first, and then more insistently as her breathing quickened. Very slowly his hand travelled down across her flat stomach to her smooth mound, and she gasped at his touch when his fingers parted her slit and homed in on her clit. Moaning softly when he pushed two fingers into her, she lifted her pelvis and pulled his mouth tighter against her taut nipple. "I want your tongue down there." Her voice was husky with need. "Lick me the way you lick Mom." He didn't want to lick her the way he licked his Mom. This was his sister, the woman he had truly believed to be forever beyond his reach. Now that he knew she wanted him as much as he wanted her, he wanted to lick her even better than he licked his Mom, but he didn't see how that could be possible, considering how well his Mom had taught him. He began to kiss a trail downwards from her breasts, but she pushed his head impatiently to her crotch and spread her legs wide. Changing position he moved between her thighs, parting the symmetrical lips to gaze adoringly at the glistening pink inner folds. Her clitoral hood wasn't as prominent and fleshy as Mom's, with the hard little bud peeping out almost shyly. A pearly sheen was seeping slowly from her entrance, which seemed to be pulsating with anticipation, and he moved closer, blowing gently on her clit. She reacted instantly, tangling her fingers in his hair, and pulling his mouth tight against her snatch. He licked up and down the length of her slit, and her appreciative moans grew louder as he rubbed the tip of his nose against her clit and pushed his tongue into her creamy hole. Suddenly she raised her legs, clamping his head between her thighs as her orgasm crashed through her, spilling her juices into his mouth. Chat Room Surprise Very gradually her trembling slowed, but didn't quite stop, and she relaxed her thighs. "Fuck Brendan, that was amazing. You can fuck me now." He pulled his head away, dragging ragged breaths into his lungs, and he shifted up over her, taking his weight on his elbows and positioning the tip of his cock against her entrance. This was the moment he had dreamed about for so long. The moment they had both dreamed about, and they both held their breath in anticipation, releasing it in a long sigh as brother's hard cock slid smoothly into sister's bald wet cunt. They began to move together in perfect unison, thrust matching thrust, cunt grasping cock and cock filling cunt, her creamy fluids seeping around his shaft to coat his balls. This was exactly how each of them had imagined it would be, and she pulled his mouth to hers, tongue probing, tasting her cum on his lips. They clung together as they fucked each other for what seemed an eternity, and then they both gave out an exultant howl as they exploded as one. "Oh fuck Sis, that was awesome," he gasped, gazing at her with a different type of love. She returned his look in full measure. "I know, sex is so much better between two people who love each other, and nobody can love as unconditionally as family. I don't care what Mom and Dad said, I don't feel the slightest bit guilty about letting my brother suck my tits and shoot his cum into my cunt." He nodded in agreement. "Yes, it feels right. Like it was destined. It just had to happen, and it has to keep on happening." They lay entwined in contented silence, each engrossed in their own thoughts, and then Denise reached for her brother's still sticky tool. "You tasted me," she murmured, stroking his half flaccid shaft back to full erectness, "now I want to taste you. I want to feel your cock in my mouth and your cum on my tongue. Then if you have any cum left I want you to fuck me again." He lay back watching as she leaned over and lowered her full lips over his cockhead. God, this was even better than when his Mom sucked him! Not that Denise was a better cocksucker, because in all truth she wasn't. His Mom had years more experience, but he had only ever dreamed of his sister swallowing his cum, so until he had discovered how talented Mom's mouth was, in his mind it had been Denise's face he was fucking. Now he was living the dream, and what Sis lacked in technique she more than made up for in enthusiasm. Changing position slightly, she removed her mouth long enough to tell him to dig his fingers into her breasts and twist her nipples, and then returned to her task. The erotic sounds coming from her throat each time he squeezed the soft tit flesh or tugged the hard buds, and the wet slurping as her lips and tongue slithered sensuously up and down his shaft, sent him over the edge and he stiffened, sending a fountain of thick cum into her receptive mouth. She bobbed her head up and down until she had sucked out every drop of cream he could give her, holding it in her mouth as she withdrew her tightly pursed lips. With a saucy wink she flashed him a tight lipped grin, and made an exaggerated show of swallowing as his jizz slid down her throat. She smacked her lips loudly. "Stupendous Brendan. I've wanted to suck you off for sooo long, and it was well worth waiting for." Glancing at his now limp tool, she giggled. "I hope he's only sleeping and not dead. I have a lot of work for him before Don gets home. Maybe coffee will wake him. Bee-ar-bee, as they say on the internet." She eased off the bed and padded into the kitchen, returning minutes later with two steaming mugs. Settling back against the pillows she looked at his cock again. "I want to see you stick that in Mom. It would be fucking awesome." He sipped his coffee as he thought about it. "Maybe I could set up the webcam without her knowing, then on her afternoon off you can watch online. You could do the same with Dad. Come to think of it if you can get him here you could both watch, and then I could get her to blow me so Dad can see her face and know his son just fucked his wife." Denise grinned as she watched Brendan's rod stiffen at the thought, and she slid further down until she was lying flat. As he drove his cock into his sister's wet cunt they began to make plans.