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You're in My Spot

By: blaster666



It's funny how the simplest little thing can have the most profound impact on a person's life. Unfortunately here I was going on nineteen, reasonably good looking with curly brown hair and smoldering brown eyes, yet I still hadn't learned to think about the consequences of my actions until it was too late to change the outcome. 

Monday night I decided to watch television while sitting in my sister's favorite recliner, a decision that would change my life forever. I had gathered up the essentials; chips, soda and the remote then made myself comfortable with the chair fully reclined knowing that if Cassie came in she'd pitch a fit. She always did. I wasn't too worried about it though since I'd heard her tell mom that she had a date. Most people wait until the weekends to go out, but not my sister. At twenty she was kind of a wild child. If the rumors I'd heard at school were true, then my older sister was kind of a slut. Maybe slut is a little harsh, let's just say it was rumored that it wasn't hard to get into her pants and leave it at that. 

But I digress. As I was saying, here I was all six feet of me stretched out in the recliner quite comfy in short baggy nylon gym shorts and a t-shirt when I felt the presence of someone standing behind me. Tilting my head back I saw Cassie standing there glaring down at me, the baby-blue eyes she'd inherited from mom sparkling with mischief. She was wearing dad's favorite blue dress shirt that she normally wore in the evenings to lounge around the house in. I guess her plans had fallen through. 

"You're in my spot," she said, the calmness of her voice belying the bitchiness that lurked within her. 

"Sit in the other one," I shot back. 

Our living room has two recliners with an end table between them facing the TV with a couch and end tables set off to the side. She always had to sit in this one because she said it made her feel closer to dad who had been killed in a botched car-jacking nearly two years ago. It had been his favorite spot but she'd claimed it for her own after his passing. 

"You're in my spot," she said again, a hint of a growl in her voice this time. 

"For Pete's sake Cassie, just sit in the other one damnit!" I growled back. 

"Move!" 

"No," I replied turning my attention back to the television. 

"Fine," she snarled then reached down and latched on to my nipples through my shirt. 

Now I've had, and given, my fair share of titty twisters before, but my sister had to be by far the best at dishing them out. The pain searing my chest was evidence of that. Without thinking I grabbed her wrists and pushed her hands downward away from my bruised nipples. What happened next caught us both by surprise. 

By pushing her hands down toward my waist she lost her balance and fell right over the top of me planting her face squarely in my crotch. The other thing that happened was her thighs ended up straddling my head leaving me staring directly at her crotch. Now normally I wouldn't think that that should have been a problem; she is after all just my sister. Unfortunately for me Cassie wasn't wearing any panties. I was left staring at the meatiest pussy I'd ever seen. Her inner labia were poking out past her furry outer lips and it looked as if she had the largest clitoris on the planet. And the smell! Oh my god! It was an intoxicating mixture of musk and floral bath soap that had my cock instantly stiffening. I was completely mesmerized by the sight and smell of my own sister's pussy. That is until she grabbed my balls through my shorts and squeezed. 

"Let me up or I'll rip em off," she snarled. 

Placing my arm around her waist I held her tight to me unwilling to let the sight before me slip away too fast. Besides she wasn't really hurting me, quite the opposite actually, it felt kind of good having her warm hand clutching my ball sack through my shorts. 

"You gonna sit in the other chair?" I asked breathing in as much of her scent as I could. 

"No!" 

"Then I'm not letting go," I told her, my cock continuing to stiffen. 

"I'll bite you," she threatened. 

"Go ahead," I told her smugly, certain she wouldn't want to put her mouth on any part she could reach. 

I was wrong. The next thing I knew she pulled up the leg of my shorts exposing my cock to the world and clamped her teeth onto the rapidly expanding shaft. Again she wasn't really hurting me but I yelped with surprise anyway. Instead of relinquishing my hold on her I did something that shocked even me. I pushed my nose into the slit of her pussy and latched my mouth onto the bud of her enormous clit. She stiffened when my tongue darted out and began to lick it. She pulled her teeth off my cock and began to thrash violently trying to break the hold I had on her. 

"Oh shit! What are you doing? Stop!" she demanded, her thrashing becoming centered near her hips. 

I couldn't stop; the taste was just too awesome. 

"Danny...stop..." Cassie pleaded even as she pressed herself onto my mouth and began to grind against my tongue. 

When she did that I intensified my attack on her growing clit by sucking it into my mouth and batting it around with the tip of my tongue. Even with her thighs clamped around my ears I could hear her start to moan. The sensation of my cock head being covered in something hot and wet suddenly registered in my brain. I don't know how long this went on before I felt her began to shudder. 

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh shit... Dannnnnyyyyyyy!" she screamed while bucking her pussy roughly against my mouth. 

"What in the hell is going on out there?" we heard mom shout from the hallway leading to the bedrooms. 

Several things happen all at once. I panicked and bolted upright causing Cassie to do a somersault off me and land sitting up in front of the chair. I jumped up at the same time and landed standing directly in front of her just as mom emerged from the hallway. Mom stopped just inside the front room and gave us both a questioning look. She must have been in the shower because all she was wearing was a large towel wrapped loosely around her body and her blonde shoulder-length hair was soaking wet. She was holding the towel loosely with both hands and giving us that look while all I could do was stare back at her and wonder if she'd seen anything. 

"You two need to knock off the horse play out here. I could hear you guys clear in the shower," mom said. 

"Sorry Mom," was all I managed, all too aware that the front of my shorts were bulging out in front of me. 

My sister on the other hand managed to say and do something that I would've never expected in a million years. 

"Look Mom, Danny's got a boner!" With that she grabbed the bottom of my shorts legs and yanked them down around my knees. "See!" 

It felt like everything happened in slow motion but in reality it only took a few seconds. Now I'm not hung like a horse but I do have a dick that is well above normal, especially when it's hard. For fun I had measured it one day while masturbating and it reached just shy of eight and a half inches. Fortunately mom's arrival had caused it to shrink a little; it just hung there in a semi erect state as mom looked on. Her eyes grew wide and she brought both hands up to her mouth to stifle the moan that I clearly heard escape. By letting go of the towel it unwrapped itself and fell heavily to the floor leaving mom standing there naked as a jaybird. 

I have always known mom was good looking. What son doesn't think his mother is pretty? But what I was staring at shattered any pre-conceived notion I might have had of what she'd look like naked. What I was staring at was a goddess, pure and simple. The way she held her hands to her mouth caused her elbows to press her breasts together but did nothing to hide the quarter-sized light-brown areolas with eraser sized nipples. Nor did it hide the fact that her breasts were larger than I'd thought. I couldn't stop my eyes from roaming down her body past her flat tummy to the luscious trimmed blonde bush that covered her mound. As soon as my eyes spotted her clit peeking out from her bush my cock sprang up like it was on steroids, the angry purple head pointing straight at her. Mom's clit was even bigger than Cassie's. Mom groaned once more snapping me out of my catatonic state. I yanked up my shorts and turned to my sister who was still sitting on the floor with her mouth hanging open and her eyes glued to my crotch. 

"What the fuck Cassie!" I shouted at her then ran past mom who still hadn't snapped back to reality long enough to pick up her towel. 

When I reached my room I slammed the door and sat on the edge of my bed waiting for mom to come and read me the riot act. After five minutes or so I figured out that she was probably just as embarrassed as I was and had no intentions of coming in here. At least not for awhile. Slowly I stood and walked over to my dresser and gazed into the little mirror that hung above it. That's when I made another discovery that had me reeling with anxiety. My nose, mouth and chin were slick with my sister's secretions. If I could see it then I was pretty sure that mom had seen it too. How in the hell was I supposed to explain my face coated in what obviously wasn't spittle if mom asked about it? I wiped it away with the palm of my hand and went back and sat on the bed once more. I had some serious thinking to do. 

First off what had I been thinking? I mean yuck, I'd eaten my own sister's pussy. That was some seriously messed up shit. Why I had done it was unclear. Could it have been the smell? Or was it the pure beauty of her pussy that made me go bonkers and latch onto it with my mouth? Another thing I was wondering about was whether or not she had actually put the head of my cock in her mouth, or was that just some hallucination on my part. You know, wishful thinking or something like that. Whatever the reasons I was at a loss to explain anything that had just happened. Just like I was at a loss to explain why my cock still hadn't gone soft. Of course the picture of mom standing there naked bouncing around my head wasn't helping matters any. 

As I sat there I began to visualize both mom and Cassie naked, the taste of Cassie's pussy still in my mouth. Without realizing I was doing it I began to stroke my cock. It wasn't until my balls emptied and coated my hand in goo that I became aware of what I'd been doing. After my euphoria faded I glanced down at my cum coated hand with disgust. Slipping out of my bedroom I rushed to the bathroom and scrubbed the gunk off. It was on the way back to my bedroom when things became a whole lot more unnerving. 

I had my head down as I left the bathroom and wasn't watching where I was going. Unfortunately neither was mom. She was headed to her room now wrapped in the towel when we collided. The force knocked her back against the hall wall where she slid down to the floor with her knees up and spread. She let out this surprised squeal and stared up at me with an angry look on her face. 

"Damnit Danny, watch where you're going!" she yelled, apparently unaware that her pussy was on display to my bulging eyes. 

Speechless all I could do was stand there and stare at her pussy while the front of my shorts started tenting out. Even when she reached up and told me to help her up I couldn't stop staring. That's when it finally dawned on her what I was looking at. She closed her legs and asked me to help her again, only this time I noticed that her eyes were glued to the front of my shorts and she had a funny look on her face. Reaching down I helped her to her feet but pulled too hard causing her to slam into me. Instinctively I wrapped my arms around her waist to steady her. We both felt my cock pressing into her at the same time. 

"You okay Mom?" I asked lamely. 

"Yeah," she whispered in a husky tone making no effort to back away from me. 

Letting her go I stepped back and apologized profusely as I slipped past her and into my room. Once I had the door closed I leaned against it until I was finally able to breathe normally again. I couldn't get the image of mom's pussy out of my head. It looked just like Cassie's; all meaty and delicious looking. 

Unwilling to take a chance on running into either of them I stripped then climbed into bed and just called it a night. My sleep was plagued with graphic dreams of both my sister and my mother. The next morning I woke with a start unsure as to what was wrong. Glancing over at the clock on my nightstand I saw that it was only six-fifteen. Groaning I turned on my side and discovered what had woken me. I was laying in something wet. Throwing the covers off I looked down and saw it was a puddle of sperm. I almost laughed out loud. Shit, I'd had a wet dream, something I hadn't had in a long while. Climbing out of bed I slipped on a pair of pajama bottoms and my house shoes then gathered up my sheets and headed for the laundry room near the kitchen. 

Once I had my sheets in the washer I headed back out to the kitchen only to find mom standing near the counter waiting patiently for the Keurig machine to brew her a cup of coffee. The fresh brewing coffee smelt so good I asked if I could have a cup unaware that she didn't even know I was behind her. 

Spinning around she fixed me with a startled look then said, "Shit Danny, you scared the crap out of me!" 

"Sorry Mom," I replied sitting down in one of the swivel stools at the bar that separated the kitchen from the dining area. 

"What are you doing up so early, and are you doing laundry?" She acted like I've never done laundry before. 

"I woke up and couldn't get back to sleep, and since my sheets needed washing here I am," I replied. 

"Well since you're in the mood to clean, how bout doing me a favor while I'm at work," she said as she brought over the first cup and sat it in front of me. 

"Sure, what do you need done?" I picked up the cup and took a sip. 

"I have a load of clothes in the hamper in my room that needs washing," came her answer as she turned back to the counter and started another cup brewing. 

Mom worked long hours at the bank so it didn't bother me one bit to help her out. She had started there right out of high school working part-time until she finished getting her degree in business administration. Once she had her degree she rose up the ranks until she made it to the top just last year. At the age of forty-three she became the youngest branch manager the bank had ever had. 

Keeping her back to me she said as if it were an afterthought, "Just make sure to use the delicate cycle." 

"No problem Mom," I replied as my eyes roamed over her. 

Now I'm pretty sure that I've looked at mom a thousand times in the past, but for some reason it felt like I was looking at her for the very first time. Standing at nearly five-seven and probably weighing no more than one twenty-five or so, roughly the same size as Cassie, she really was a striking woman. Why I hadn't noticed until now I'll never understand. It was probably because until now I've never thought of her was as anything other than Mom. She was wearing a blue and white striped cotton nightshirt that went down to her knees but hugged her body in all of the right places. What I was currently staring at was her butt. I could tell it was firm, with a youthful roundness that equaled any of my sister's friends. Yeah, I have look at those whenever the chance arose. But mom's had a quality that I've never noticed before, a sensuality of sorts that no young girl possessed. I found myself getting erect as I tried in vain to find any hint of a panty-line and didn't pull my eyes away in time before she turned and caught me checking her out. Hastily shifting my eyes upward, my face turning all sorts of red, I noticed a small smile on her lips and some sort of look in her eyes that I was hard pressed to define. Slowly she made her way over to the bar with her cup of coffee and took a seat on the stool next to me. 

For the next twenty minutes or so we sat there making small talk and drinking our coffee. I kept waiting for her to bring up what had happened last night but she never did. All she talked about was work and how she had all sorts of meetings this week that would make her late coming home. She also asked if I had any plans about finding a summer job. 

"Mister Dawson has already said that I can work for him this summer," I told her. 

"Is he the one that owns the landscaping business?" 

"Yeah." 

"Good for you honey. Just remember you need to get in some studying this summer too, college is a whole lot different than high school." 

I was slated to start my freshman year at the same school that Cassie was going to this fall and needed to brush up on several subjects. Academia is not my strong suite. I'd failed second grade and had been set back a year as proof of that. 

"I know Mom," I grumbled. 

"Don't sound so glum, I think you're going to love going to college," she said reaching over and giving me a reassuring pat on the back. 

"Maybe. I just don't like going into an unknown environment without knowing what to expect," I replied. 

"Well if it'll make you feel any better Cassie said she'd be happy to help you out." 

"Really? Cassie said she'd help me?" I asked, already sure of what kind of help she'd offer. 

"Don't sound so surprised, your sister loves you just like I do. Damn, look at the time, I need to get ready for work." 

With that she leaned over and kissed me on the cheek before getting up and heading toward the hall. Before she was too far away she turned and reminded me to use the delicate cycle on her clothes once more. That made me remember I had a load in the washer that was probably ready for the dryer. Once I had it in the dryer I returned to the kitchen only to find Cassie waiting for a cup to brew in the Kuerig. From the smell of it I'd say she was making a mocha. She was wearing the blue shirt she'd had on last night and must have sensed me standing behind her because she turned and looked. 

"Hey," was all I could think to say. 

"Hey," she returned, her face getting slightly red before she turned back to the coffee maker. 

I gathered up mom's cup and mine and went over to the sink to rinse them while trying to think of something to say to Cassie that wouldn't embarrass both of us. Just as she picked her cup up and headed for the door I figured out that all I had to do was apologize. 

Turning to look at her retreating back I called out, "Cassie?" 

"Yeah?" she replied, slowly turning to look at me holding her cup in both hands. 

"I...um...I'm sorry for what I did," I stammered. 

"Forget it. I shouldn't have acted like such a bitch," she replied softly. 

"You didn't act like a bitch. But I am curious as to what you were thinking when you pulled my pants down in front of mom. That was kind of juvenile don't ya think?" 

"I know. But I was nervous and afraid she'd seen what we were doing so I thought I'd distract her. Sorry," she whispered, her face turning slightly red. 

"It worked," I replied with a chuckle. 

"Yeah, that it did," she said, a strange look coming over her face as she turned and headed for her room. 

After rinsing out the cups and putting them into the dishwasher I went to my room to change but decided my pajama bottoms were too comfortable and left them on. I did put on a t-shirt. It wasn't long before mom opened my door and told me she was headed to work and reminded me to do her laundry once more. I told her to have a good day then waited for a few minutes and went into her room to get the hamper. As I carried it to the laundry room I noticed there wasn't much in it, mainly bras and panties with a few slips thrown in to balance the load. As I was putting things in the washer curiosity got the better of me. Taking one of mom's bras I searched until I found the tag; it read 36C. All of her bras were satiny with lace-covered cups but the one that grabbed my eyes the most was a black one with red lace. Looking into the hamper I noticed what appeared to be the matching panties. The panties themselves were made of black silk and the waist and leg holes had red lace around them. As I was holding them up to study something came over me. With shaking hands I brought them up to my nose and took a big whiff. They had the same musky smell that Cassie's pussy had. I felt my cock growing just as I heard what sounded like someone taking a sharp intake of breath. Spinning around I saw Cassie standing in the doorway staring at me with a stunned look on her face. Say something my brain screamed at me. But what could I possibly say that would sound reasonable? I'd been caught red-handed sniffing our mother's panties and no amount of explanation would change that. I fully expected her to start calling me a sick pervert but instead she just let her eyes wander over me until they settled at my crotch. Her eyes grew wide and her face flushed. She fled from the room leaving me standing there holding mom's panties while my dick tented the front of my pajamas. Ten minutes later I heard the front door slam and Cassie's car roar out of the driveway. 


You're in My Spot



Once I finished the laundry and had mom's stuff folded neatly on her bed I spent the rest of the day waiting in agony for the shit to hit the fan. There was no way that Cassie was going to let this slide, of that I was positive. I was wrong however. She didn't say anything that night when mom came home, nor the next night or the one after that. By Friday morning my nerves were a mess. Over the last couple of days mom and Cassie had spent an awful lot of time huddled together at the kitchen table or in mom's room. I wasn't sure if this was their normal routine or not since I hadn't paid that much attention in the past. On several occasions it seemed like Cassie wanted to say something to me but each time she appeared to change her mind and just walked away. Mom on the other hand chatted me up every chance she got, going so far as to bring me a cup of coffee this morning while I was still loitering in bed. She placed the cup on my nightstand then leaned over and kissed me on the cheek before saying she was off to work. Sitting up and swinging my legs over the side of the bed I took the coffee then sat there in just my boxers. Mom had made me her favorite, a dark roast blend with just a hint of hazelnut. I was halfway through the cup when I heard a soft knock at my door. Before I could say come in it opened and Cassie poked her head inside. I sat my cup down on the nightstand and stared at her blankly. 

"Can we talk?" she asked rather timidly. 

"Sure," I replied with a touch of trepidation. 

Hesitantly she stepped into my room and softly closed the door behind her before shuffling over to stand in front of me. She was still wearing the blue shirt and it was obvious she was nervous. 

"I was wondering..." she began then stopped. 

"Yes?" I prodded. 

Looking around the room she appeared to be trying to make up her mind about something. When she sat on my bed next to me I started to get a little worried, Cassie wasn't one to beat around the bush. I waited patiently while she sat there with her hands in her lap wringing them together like she was applying lotion or something on them. 

"I was wondering if you would do something for me?" she finally said. 

"What?" I asked, fearing that she'd finally decided it was time to take advantage of catching me with mom's panties. 

"This is gonna sound really strange." She turned so she could see me. 

"Okay," I said gazing into her eyes. 

"Remember what happened the other night before mom came in?" 

"Yes, and I said I was sorry. I really don't know why I did that sis," I answered anxiously. 

"I'm not mad at you. I was actually wondering..." Her voice faltered and she brought her hands up and covered her face. 

"Tell me Cassie," I encouraged, curious as to what was on her mind. 

"No, I can't...it's too weird," she exclaimed then stood up. 

Before she could take a step I reached out and took hold of her wrist and pulled her gently back until she sat back down. She made no effort to resist so I figured that it had to be something important that she wanted. 

"Whatever you need sis, just tell me and I'll let you know if it's weird or not," I said, taking her hand in mine and giving it a reassuring squeeze. 

"Okay here goes. I've never had anyone do what you did to me before. I've heard my friends talk about it but that's all." Her face began to redden and she lowered her eyes. 

"You mean you've never had a guy lick you down there?" I asked skeptically. 

"No." 

"Wow. I find that hard to believe, I mean I've heard rumors that you're..." I couldn't bring myself to come out and call her a slut. 

"That's just vicious gossip that Patty Brady spread because she saw me with her ex-boyfriend Tom Simpson!" Cassie growled defensively. 

"I see. This Patty chick made up those rumors to get back at you huh?" I wasn't sure if I believed her or not. 

"Yeah. As if I'd have sex with him," she continued. 

"So you're saying that you aren't interested in sex?" The urge to tease her was too tempting. 

"What? No, that's not what I meant. What I'm saying is that I've only been with two guys my whole life and neither of them did that thing you did with your tongue," she nervously explained. 

"You liked that huh?" I was starting to enjoy her discomfort. 

"Oh yeah! I mean I've had the big O before Danny, but damn, nothing like I had the other night," she breathed heavily. 

"I'm flattered you enjoyed it so much, but what does it have to do with now?" Bells were going off in my head and I could feel myself getting aroused. 

"Welllll...I was hoping that you'd do it again. Only this time we wouldn't have to worry about mom coming in," she replied in a tiny voice so low I wasn't sure I heard her right. 

"Are you asking me to give you face?" I was sure that I was talking normally but it sounded like I was shouting in my head. 

"Oh I knew this was a stupid idea. I'm sorry Danny," she stammered then stood up. 

I stood with her and took her by the shoulders and eased her back down. She sat there with her head down and refused to look at me. 

"Sis, I would love to eat your pussy again," I said, reaching out and stroking her short blonde hair. 

Her head shot up and she stared at me with wide sparkling eyes and said, "Really? You don't think that it would be too weird?" 

"Not at all," I lied. "Just let me run to the bathroom while you make yourself comfortable." 

"Okay," came her reply as I headed out the door. 

Since I hadn't relieved myself yet a steady stream flowed out into the bowl but I was having trouble aiming because my cock was getting too hard just thinking about my sister's pussy. I actually pinched myself just in case I was still asleep and only dreaming. Shaking the dew off I steeled my nerves and headed back to my room hoping she hadn't changed her mind and left. 

She hadn't, she was lying crossways on my bed with a pillow under her head and one covering her face while her legs hung over the side. When she heard me enter she raised her feet until they were planted on the edge of the bed next to her ass and spread her knees. I stood there in awe as her pantyless pussy came into view. 

Tearing my eyes from her pussy I asked, "What's with the pillow on your face?" 

"I can't watch, it'd gross me out to see my brother licking my pussy," she mumbled through the pillow. 

For some ungodly reason that actually made sense to me, I mean it's not everyday that a brother gives his sister face. I too was feeling a little conflicted about this until I glanced back down and saw her meaty pussy lips. Abandoning all sense of right and wrong I slid out of my boxers and dropped to my knees next to the bed. She jumped slightly when I ran my fingertips along the inside of her thighs but didn't close her legs. Leaning forward I brought my lips to her clit and gave it a tentative kiss. This time she jumped higher but also let out a muffled moan. Emboldened by her cry I wrapped my lips around her clit and used the tip of my tongue to push it around. I started out gentle at first but the more moans I heard coming from her only fueled my desire to show her what she'd been missing. Steadily I increased the pressure my lips had on her enlarging bud until I was sucking it like a mini dick while my tongue batted it this way and that. When her hips began to buck I slipped a hand off her thigh and inserted a finger into her wet pussy as far as it would go. That did the trick. 

"Ohhhhh shiiittttt!" she screamed from under the pillow as her hips rocked up and down smashing her cunt ferociously against my lips. 

Pulling my finger from her I lowered my face and drove my tongue into her hole as deep as I could and wiggled it around while sucking her meaty inner lips into my mouth. I could actually feel the walls of her cunt convulsing against my tongue as she came. 

"Oh God! Oh fuck...yeah...right there!" she wailed as her legs stiffened and she pressed her drenched pussy onto my face. 

I continued to lick and suck her pussy even after she slowly went limp on the bed, my cock throbbing for release. Standing I gazed down between her spread legs and knew that I had to have her soaking wet pussy wrapped around my dick. Gently I placed one hand on the bed and used the other to line my cock head up with her opening. Just as the head of my cock slipped into her she threw the pillow off her face and shouted at me. 

"No Danny, stop, you can't fuck me!" 

"But..." I groaned as another inch of my cock penetrated her tight slick hole. 

Before I could push my cock any deeper she slid her ass backwards toward the center of the bed forcing my cock from her pussy. Angrily I stood and glared down at her, the heat from her pussy still lingering on the head of my cock. 

"You can't leave me like this Cassie," I groaned in frustration, my rock hard cock pointing straight at her. 

"I can't fuck you Danny, that would be too weird. How about I get you off some other way?" 

Too aroused to argue I slid onto the bed and lay on my back thinking she was probably just going to give me a hand job. I wasn't going to complain if that's what she had in mind because it sure beat the hell out of doing it myself. All I cared about at the moment was getting my nut off. I made myself comfortable while she slid over on the bed until she was kneeling near my hips. She caught me off guard when she tossed the pillow over my face and told me to keep it there. 

"Why?" I asked as I felt her hand grasp the shaft of my cock and begin to stroke it. 

"I don't want you watching me that's why," she giggled as she placed her other hand on my nut sack. 

Holding the pillow over my face with one arm I placed my other arm under my head and gave into the wonderful feeling of having a hand stroking my cock. Somehow the knowledge that it was my sister's hand giving me pleasure only made me enjoy it more. Deep down I knew what we were doing was wrong but that didn't seem to matter. I closed my eyes and relished the sensations coursing through me when suddenly I felt the head of my cock being engulfed in a hot wet warmth. Unable to resist I peeked from under the pillow and watched as Cassie's mouth engulfed the head of my throbbing cock. She was right; it was weird seeing my cock going into my sister's mouth. When her tongue began to dance over the head I shut my eyes once more and gave in to the wonderful sensations coursing through my dick. I've had a few blowjobs before but none came close to being as good as the way my sister was doing it. She ran her tongue around the head of my cock before reversing course and running it the in the other direction, each time she found that special spot on the underside of it her tongue would linger a little longer causing me to moan in ecstasy. Every once in a while she'd pull her mouth off my cock and lick the underside of my shaft from my balls all the way up to the tip before engulfing it with her mouth once more. The pressure in my balls steadily increased until I couldn't hold back any longer. 

"Yesssssssss!" I hollered into the pillow as I erupted into her mouth. I could hear her gagging as she tried to swallow the massive load of cum jetting out of me. 

Seconds turned into minutes as she slowly licked my cock clean before releasing her grasp on my shaft. Tossing the pillow from my face I stared at her as she sat up and wiped the overflow from the corners of her mouth. She turned to face me sitting cross-legged and gave me a small smile along with a view of her wet pussy. 

"Damn you have a big cock," Cassie giggled just as we heard the sound of the front door being shut. 

Both our eyes shot to the doorway and my heart fluttered in my chest when I noticed I hadn't shut the door after coming back from using the toilet. 

"Fuck, mom's home," Cassie squealed and rolled off the bed. 

As Cassie raced out the door I snatched the blanket and covered myself. When she returned she had a perplexed look on her face. She shrugged her shoulders then told me no one was there. When I asked if she'd looked out the front window she said yes but hadn't seen anything, no car, no mom, no nothing. I could see she was scared so I climbed out of bed and walked over to her my cock swinging semi erect between my legs. Reaching out I pulled her into me and hugged her tightly. She melted into my arms and placed her face against my chest as I tenderly stroked her back, the feel of her breasts pressed against me sending signals to my lower region. By the time I released her my cock was almost completely hard again. As I stepped back I watched her eyes travel down my body until they landed on my cock. A wicked looking smile appeared on her face. 

"Doesn't that thing ever get soft?" she asked, raising her eyes back up to mine. 

"Not when it's near a hot woman," I replied with a snicker. 

Leaning into me she placed a palm against my cheek and gave me a soft kiss on the lips then said, "Thanks bro, for everything." 

My lips tingled from her kiss as I watched her walk toward her room, her backside swaying provocatively. 

"Hey Sis..." I called out as my fingers curled around my shaft. 

"Yeah?" she asked turning to look at me. 

"Do you think you'll need me to do that for you again?" I was sure she could see the hope in my eyes. 

"You can count on it," she replied, her eyes darting down to watch my hand rubbing my cock. 

"Just let me know when. Oh, and if it's not too weird, do you think next time I could see your tits?" 

Cassie cocked her head to the side and shot me a look of total innocence then reached down and bunched the hem of her shirt in her hands. With a flourish she raised the hem of her shirt to her neck and began to backpedal to her room while her smile grew and grew. My jaw dropped and my cock reached maximum hardness as her tits jiggled with each backward step she took. Just like mom's echoed in my head. The only difference between hers and mom's were the color of her nipples. Where mom's were a darker shade of brown, Cassie's were a soft pinkish in color. Before I had a chance to start drooling she disappeared into her room; I disappeared into the bathroom. 

That evening Cassie went out with some friends and mom didn't get home until after seven. I was stretched out on the couch in my pajamas and t-shirt barely paying any attention to what was on TV when she walked through the front door, dropped her purse in one of the recliners then shrugged out of her blazer and laid it over the back of the chair. She was left standing there in a starched white button down blouse and a black pinstriped knee-length skirt. When she came over and unceremoniously plopped down at the other end of the couch I had to yank my feet out of the way or she would've sat on them. 

"Thank God it's Friday," she sighed and laid her head against the back of the couch. 

"Bad day at black rock?" I inquired. 

"Not really, just hectic is all. It started out with me forgetting my purse here and just got worse." 

I glanced over at the recliner then said, "But you had your purse when you came in." 

"That's because I noticed it missing before I got to work and came back and got it." 

"Oh," I said as a little tremor worked its way into my gut. 

"Anyway, that's enough about my day. How was yours?" she asked, her head still leaning against the back of the couch. 

"Nothing special. Mister Dawson called and wants me to help lay some sod tomorrow," I mumbled, fully expecting her to say she'd seen what Cassie and I had been doing. 

When she didn't I glanced at her and saw that her eyes were closed and she had a peaceful look on her face. Hoping to steer the conversation away from me I asked if she wanted me to fix her something to eat. I told her I had leftover chicken and there was still some left. She declined, saying they had sandwiches at the office but asked if I'd be a dear and get her something to drink. Rising I went into the kitchen and poured her a glass of wine from the bottle she kept in the fridge. When I brought it to her she thanked me and kicked off the four-inch heels she was wearing then proceeded to down her drink rather quickly. Once she had most of the wine drank she turned and placed her back against the arm of the couch and put her legs up on it with her feet touching my outer thigh. Without thinking I took one foot and raised it onto my lap and began to massage it. 

"Oh God that feels good," she sighed then scooted down so she could rest both her feet in my lap. 

"I could do it better if you didn't have the nylons on," I absently remarked. 

I thought I'd said something wrong when she pulled her feet off my lap and sat up, but all she did was hold out her glass and asked if I'd get her some more wine. When I returned from the kitchen she was stretched back out in the same position as before only this time she had lowered herself to the point her knees had to be bent in order to make room for me to sit down. I could see she wasn't wearing her nylons. I took a quick glance around and saw her pantyhose wadded up in a heap near the end of the couch. Handing her the glass I sat down and waited until she placed one foot back in my lap before resuming my massage. 

"Better?" she asked as I began to rub the spaces between her toes. 

"Yeah," I replied keeping my eyes on her foot. 

I've never rubbed mom's feet before, or any other part of her for that matter. Her skin was so soft and smooth that before I knew it I got carried away. It wasn't long before I realized that one of my hands had strayed from her foot and was now rubbing the back of her calf. Glancing up at her I noticed she was staring at me as if I were some sort of specimen in a petri dish. It wasn't a bad look, just an unnerving one because I had no idea what she was thinking. I fully expected her to ask me what the hell I thought I was doing but she just stared and said nothing. When I placed her other foot in my lap and began rubbing the other calf she closed her eyes and I swear I heard her moan, although I couldn't be sure since the only sound I could really hear was the beating of my own heart. 

Just as I was feeling cocky enough to see how far I could press my luck the front door opened and in walked Cassie. I did a double take when I noticed what she was wearing; a black skirt that was way too short and a deep-blue tank top that did nothing to hide the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra. She glanced around the room and saw what I was doing. 

"Cool foot rubs, I'm next!" she squealed before shutting the door and taking a seat in her favorite recliner. 

"Well, that's enough for me, I'm beat," mom said. 

She pulled her feet off my lap then swung one leg over the side of the couch and struggled to sit up. As she did this I caught a quick glimpse up her skirt and noticed she was wearing the same panties that I'd sniffed the other day. Blood began to race into my cock as I recalled the musky scent of them. Once mom was standing she asked if I needed her to wake me in the morning, but I told her I didn't have to be there until nine so I shouldn't have any trouble getting up in time. She gave me that smile that mothers give when they think you're full of shit but don't want to come right out and say it. I knew right then and there that she was going to wake me anyway, probably way before I really needed to get up. Placing her glass on the end table she told me not to stay up too late then gave both Cassie and I a peck on the cheek before heading off to bed. 

Once mom was out of sight Cassie kicked off her sandals and came over and took mom's place on the couch. Before I had a chance to compose myself she stretched her legs out and placed her feet in my lap, right on top of my slowly deflating cock. 

"Hmm, looks like someone liked the view mom gave when she got up," she snickered, pressing the heel of her foot down on my cock. 




You're in My Spot



"You're crazy," I replied lifting her foot up and slowly rubbing it with both hands. 

"Oh really?" she chuckled, running the arch of her other foot up the length of my shaft. 

"You want a foot rub or not?" I snapped. 

Cassie pouted sullenly then scooted down further on the couch until her neck was resting on the arm of it. When she bent her knee to place her foot on the seat I couldn't help but notice I could see up her skirt. She had on a pair of silky pink panties that barely covered her crotch. My cock stopped deflating and began to grow again. 

"Like the view little brother?" 

Tearing my eyes off her crotch I glanced at her face and saw she was smiling. I decided two could play this game. 

"Could be better," I replied with a lecherous grin. 

A twinkle appeared in her eyes and she slowly opened the gap between her legs before saying, "You mean like this?" 

"Yeah," I gulped. 

One side of her panties had worked its way toward the center of her crotch exposing the lightly furred outer lip along with a hint of the meaty flap of her inner one. I couldn't stop staring and was afraid that if I didn't look away I'd start drooling or something equally ridiculous. I kept my eyes glued to her crotch unable to look away but concentrated on rubbing her foot so I wouldn't do anything stupid or embarrassing. It worked until she asked me a question that completely caught me off guard. 

"If you ever had the chance to fuck mom would you?" 

My eyes shot up to her face as I blurted out, "Where in the hell did that come from?" 

"Just asking is all. So, would you?" she asked again unblinking. 

"Whoa, whoa...no..." I stammered. 

"But what if she wanted you to, would you do it then?" 

"That's kind of a stupid question Cassie." 

"Why?" The look in her eyes told me she was serious. 

"For starters mom would never go for that. And for another thing, she's our mother." 

"Oh, so you'd fuck your sister but not your mother. What's the difference?" 

I just fixed her with a blank look because seriously I had no answer. She was right. If I was willing to fuck her then it wasn't much of a leap to do it with mom. Incest was incest regardless whether it was with my sister or my mother. 

"Want to know a secret?" Cassie whispered. 

"Sure," I mumbled, still trying to wrap my head around the idea of having sex with my mother. 

"Mom told me that if you weren't her son she would've raped you the other day when she saw your dick all hard like that." 

"Seriously? Why?" This conversation was getting weird. 

"Why do you think dummy, mom hasn't had sex in nearly two years so that pretty much makes her one of the horniest women on the planet that's why." 

"You guys talk about those things?" I was more than a little shocked to find out how much her and mom shared. 

"Oh sure, we tell each other everything," she giggled before adding, "FYI, mom uses two ways to get to sleep at night. One is she drinks a couple of glasses of wine and the other way is she uses her vibrator until she gets off." 

I sat there with my mouth hanging open speechless. 

"Ow, that hurt!" Cassie exclaimed pulling her foot from my hands. 

I guess I squeezed too hard or something. 

"Sorry sis," I apologized, an image of mom lying on her bed with a vibrator stuck up her pussy lodged in my brain. 

Cassie sat up and told me I could make it up to her. I wasn't sure what she meant and didn't get a chance to ask before she stood and headed toward the hall. I figured that was that until she told me she'd be right back and for me not to move. In less than a minute she came back and it struck me odd that she'd brought a pillow with her. She reclaimed her seat and slid down into the same position she'd been in with her knees up and pressed together blocking my view of her crotch. I gave her a puzzled look and watched as she smiled back at me then slowly spread her knees apart revealing that she'd taken off her panties. Her smile grew larger as she saw the lust flood into my eyes. 

"Hungry little brother?" she cooed as she spread her legs fully open then covered her face with the pillow. 

The sight before me had both my cock and tongue hard. Cassie's pussy was spread open a little allowing the flaps of her inner lips to spread out like wings on a butterfly. By the time I shifted position and knelt between her legs my cock had already started leaking pre-cum and I was positive I was drooling. As I lowered my face toward her sweet meaty pussy I pushed my hands up her sides and grabbed her hips. Once my lips made contact with her cunt she let out a deep sigh and pushed upwards with her hips. The tip of my tongue slid between her flowered inner lips and plunged into the slick wetness of her slit before I licked upwards, the flat of my tongue coating her cunt with my drool. Deliberately avoiding her clit I ran my tongue down both outer lips before sucking her meaty flaps into my mouth and bathing them with my tongue. Her hips began to push harder against my face and I could hear her moaning increase in pitch from under the pillow as I sucked the folds of her pussy into my mouth. Pulling my hands from under her skirt I slipped them under her top and stretched them upwards until I had both of her tits in my hands. Her nipples were as hard as rocks and I wasted no time in starting to tweak them with my fingers. This brought an instant increase in her upward thrusting against my face. 

"Oh shit..." I heard her cry out, glad that she had the pillow over her mouth so she didn't wake mom. 

Teasingly I let my tongue roll over every inch of her pussy except her clit knowing by the groans of frustration coming from under the pillow that she was getting close. Pinching down on her nipples I latched my lips around the enormous bud of her clit and started batting it around with the tip of my tongue. She exploded instantly. 

"Fuuuccccckkkkkkkkk!" she screamed so loudly that I was worried even with the pillow over her she would wake mom. 

"Yes... yes... right there," she groaned as one of her hands found the back of my head and forced my mouth down harder onto her sloppy pussy. 

Fueled by her cries I increased the pressure of my tongue against her clit. Her breathing grew ragged and she bucked wildly up against my face. Faster and faster I licked and sucked her cunt until she went stiff and screamed out from under the pillow. 

"Holy shiiittttttt!" 

I rode the waves of her undulating hips until her bucking slowed to a crawl then finally stopped altogether. Her hand fell off the back of my head and plopped to her side, her whole body going limp. Rising back up until I was kneeling between her wide spread legs I looked down at her pussy and saw how coated it was with my spit and her secretions. Lost in lust I yanked my pajama bottoms down around my knees and leaned forward until I could support myself with one hand on the arm of the couch. With my free hand I grabbed my cock and guided the throbbing knob of it to her pussy. I don't think she was aware of what I was doing until I rammed half my dick into her in one lunge. 

"No Danny," she blurted out, pulling the pillow from her face and staring into my eyes. 

She tried to squirm out from under me but had no place to go. I lowered myself down until I was lying on top of her then pushed more of my raging cock into the heat of her saturated pussy. There was no way that I was going to be able to stop now.  

"Oh fuck, this is sooooo weird," she said making no effort to push me off. 

"I have to have you sis," I groaned pushing a little deeper into her tight wet hole. 

"But... God your dick is so big," she whimpered as her arms wrapped around my back and pulled me tighter into her. 

Slowly I began to saw back and forth into her sloppy wetness while her hips responded to my invading cock by starting to come up and meet my thrusts. I felt her hands cup my ass and squeeze. Unable to control my desire I began to increase my speed. She matched me thrust for thrust as the heat built between us. Her fingers clawed at my back and she sank her teeth into the top of my shoulder as I plowed into her sopping cunt. Placing tiny kisses on her neck I fought desperately not to cum before she did. Cassie's head began to roll back and forth on the arm of the couch and her upward thrusts became more demanding. 

"Fuck me Danny! Faster! Harder!" she urged as her hips bucked wildly under me." 

Rising up I propped myself with my hands on the arm of the couch and began to hammer her pussy mercilessly. Her legs wrapped around my butt and I could feel her cunt contracting around the throbbing shaft of my cock. Sweat broke out on my back as I plunged my raging hardness into her cunt as hard as I could, my balls bouncing forcibly off her firm round ass. 

"Yes! Yes! Yes! I'm gonna...I'm gonna...I'm cummmiiiinnnnnggggggg!" Cassie screamed her nails almost shredding the shirt right off my back. 

The feel of her pussy walls rippling along my shaft drove me wild. With a roar of my own I plunged my cock as deep into her as I could and almost passed out as a river of spunk rushed out of me and splashed into the very depths of her contracting pussy. Exhausted I collapsed on top of her and turned my head toward the center of the room. 

At first my brain refused to believe what my eyes were seeing. There was mom standing not more than ten feet away completely naked with a glazed look in her eyes. She also had one hand cupping her mound while her other hand was busy tugging on the stiffened nipple of her left breast. As I watched in terrified silence she appeared to come out of her trance. Her eyes focused on me and she gave me the same look she'd given me earlier, the look of someone studying something they weren't sure about. Without uttering a word she turned slowly and casually strode toward the hallway, her beautiful ass swaying gently as she walked. Once she was out of sight I turned and saw that Cassie had seen the same thing. As gently as possible I pushed myself off of Cassie, her pussy clinging to my cock briefly before letting it slip from her drenched tight hole. I sat at the far end of the couch and just stared into the distance too afraid to trust my voice to say anything. For some reason Cassie wasn't as shell-shocked as I was. She jumped up and straightened out her clothes then started walking away toward the hall. Before she got too far away she turned, gave me a tentative smile and said I should clean up the mess. 

"Huh?" I mumbled, my addled brain not comprehending. 

"The mess," she repeated pointing to the couch. 

"Where are you going?" 

"To talk to mom." 

When she began walking again I glanced down and saw what she'd been referring to. Right in the center of the couch was a huge puddle of spooge just sitting there waiting to soak into the cushion. Pulling my t-shirt off I absently wiped it up then went to my room, my nerves totally wrecked. Stripping out of my pajamas I crawled under the covers praying that mom wouldn't come in demanding to know what in the hell Cassie and I had been thinking. That didn't happen and before I knew it sleep overtook me. 

Slowly I opened my eyes and glanced at the clock on my nightstand, it read seven-ten. I knew I needed to get up but instead I just threw the covers off and lay there stretching, my cock sporting its usual morning wood. Just as I relaxed the sound of my door being opened caught my attention. Foolishly I thought it was Cassie so I decided to pretend I was still asleep just to see what she'd do. With my face pointed away from the door and my eyes closed I waited as the sound of slippered feet drew closer to my bed. It took everything I had not to jump when I felt the tips of her fingers run gently down the length of my shaft. When the fingers encircled my cock and raised it up slightly I couldn't stop the involuntary moan of pleasure that rushed from my mouth. The hand dropped my cock and the next thing I knew I was being covered up. Turning my head I slowly opened my eyes acting like I had just woken and almost pissed myself. Cassie wasn't there, but mom was. Her face was beet-red and her eyes had a nervous look in them. 

"Time to get up honey," she said softly before turning and going out the door. 

Too stunned to say anything I waited a few minutes then crawled out of bed, put my robe on and headed to the bathroom. All I could think of while I took a shower was did that really happen. Had mom actually touch my cock? 

Dressed for work in a t-shirt, jeans and work boots I made my way into the kitchen only to find mom had already made me a breakfast of bacon and eggs. The plate was on the dining table next to a fresh cup of coffee. Mom was sitting up at the bar with her back to me holding her cup in both hands and staring off into space. I was wondering why she was still dressed in her terry-cloth robe when it dawned on me that today was Saturday. I debated on saying something but decided it would be better to let her bring up what she'd seen last night. Taking a seat I devoured the breakfast then leaned back in my chair and sipped the coffee while watching mom out of the corner of my eye. I was more than puzzled why she hadn't brought up the subject of Cassie and I. Had Cassie somehow smoothed things over? That was unlikely but I couldn't rule it out, she could be pretty persuasive when she wanted to be. The agony of not knowing what mom was thinking grew until I couldn't stand it any longer. Reluctantly I took my plate over to the sink and rinsed it off then turned to look at mom. 

"Mom, I'm really sorry..." I began but she cut me off. 

"Don't say anything honey, just come and sit here. There's something I need to tell you first," she said patting the stool next to hers. 

Taking the seat next to her I waited for her to tell me what I'd done was beyond disgusting but instead she swiveled her stool so she was facing me and took my hands in hers. 

Staring directly into my eyes she said, "What you and your sister have been doing is wrong, but I want you to know that I'm not angry with either of you. Cassie told me how it got started." 

"How can you not be angry Mom?" I bowed my head and asked. 

Reaching up with one hand she nudged my chin until I was looking at her again. "How can I be angry at you for doing something I myself have done?" 

"I don't follow," I said totally baffled. 

"Let me explain. When I was your age your uncle Jim and I double dated one night and we ended up going to this party. Well, it didn't take long before everyone there was drunk including my brother and I. Somehow our dates had vanished and we went looking for them. We found them in a closet with Jim's date bent over while my date was fucking her from behind. The whole group saw and began to tease us about not keeping better track of our dates. Jim and I were humiliated and we ran from the party as fast as we could while all those assholes just laughed at us. On the way out the door Jim snagged a half full bottle of whiskey that we drank after parking a block from home. Needless to say we both got pretty loaded. For some reason he and I began talking about sex and one thing led to another. Before either of us knew it we were in the back seat of his camaro fucking. So you see, I can't be mad at you for doing what I've done too." 

"Holy shit," was all I could think to say. 

"Exactly," she replied, her voice holding a hint of sadness. 

"Was that the only time you guys did it?" The question hung in the air a few moments before mom answered. 

"No, we uh, did it several more times before it got too strange." 

"Strange how?" 

"For one thing the constant worry that our parents would catch us put a lot of fear into us. Plus it was strange seeing my brother's face above me when we made love. I had trouble handling it and I think he felt the same way," Mom replied. 

"Yeah, Cassie feels the same way about that," slipped out before I could stop it. 

"And you don't?" mom asked cocking her head to the side and waiting for my answer. 

"Not really," I answered. 

"Why not?" 

"It's hard to say. I think it's because she is my sister and I love her more than anyone, except you of course. Another thing is, and I don't understand why, I seem to be more comfortable with her than any girl I've ever been with." 

"Yeah, I kind of know how you feel." 

It felt like the weight of the world lifted off my shoulders knowing that she wasn't mad at Cassie and I. 

"Just remember, it's you and Cassie that have to live with what you're doing. And if it's not too much to ask, could you two please be a little more discreet about it?" 

"Sure Mom." 

"I better go get dressed, your sister and I are spending the day at the mall. I made you a lunch for work, it's in the fridge," she said then slid off her stool and began walking away. 

Grabbing the sack lunch from the fridge I went out and climbed into the cab of my run down pick-up. By the time I arrived at the site Mr. Dawson had told me about I was feeling rather good about life. When quitting time finally came around ten hours later all I could think about were my aching muscles. 

Mom and Cassie were in the front room when I shuffled into the house. Cassie had her blue shirt on and mom was wearing her terry-cloth robe. Both glanced at me as I made my way hunched over to the kitchen to put away the lunch I hadn't even eaten. They followed me into the kitchen and began to mother hen me to death. Mom told Cassie to run me a warm bath while she fixed me something to eat. The something turned out to be a bowl of chili that she heated up in the microwave. I sat at the table and devoured it while mom took off down the hallway. When she came back she was holding a tube of what looked like hand cream. I asked what it was and she told me it was something that would relax my muscles. Cassie came in, gave me a quick once-over and told me I looked like shit. She asked what I'd been doing to get so dirty. I hadn't realized until now that I was covered in dirt from neck to knees. 

"We're laying sod for this huge damn apartment complex going up on Beeker Street," I mumbled. 

"Are you going to have to work this late every day?" mom asked obviously concerned. 

"Just till we get the sod laid in," I replied struggling to my feet. 

"I don't like that," mom said. 

"It'll be okay Mom, I'm just not used to using muscles I didn't even know I had," I laughed. 

That got a chuckle from both of them as they each took one of my arms and steered me to the bathroom. Before I went in Cassie knelt in front of me and undid my bootlaces. When she asked if I needed help getting in the tub I wanted to say sure but didn't. Closing the door behind me I stripped and gingerly eased myself down in the warm water. I felt an immediate relaxing in my aching body. Lying back in the tub I let the warmth course over me while thinking back to this mornings conversation with mom. I've lived my entire life with her and it never dawned on me how little I actually knew about her as a person until this morning. I must have dozed off because the next thing I knew mom was shaking my shoulder and telling me the water was getting cold. 

"Mom!" I exclaimed trying to cover my crotch with my hands, unsure why I was being so shy. 

"Oh hell Danny, it's not like I haven't seen it before," she chuckled extending her hand down to help me up. 

She had me there. She'd seen it in a whole lot of ways that I'd never dreamed she would have. I laughed and reached up and took her hand. Just as I was almost up my feet slid out from under me and I sank back into the water pulling mom in after me. She landed on top of me and floundered about until she got a grip on the sides of the tub and was able to pull herself up to her knees. She stared at me and I stared at her for a bit then we both cracked up laughing. With the agile grace of a cat she managed to climb to her feet and step out of the tub, her robe soaked through and hanging partially open at the top. Once I made it to my feet, she didn't offer to help again, I noticed that I could see the swell of her upper breasts. When she saw where I was looking she glanced down at my crotch then turned away and headed to the door. 




You're in My Spot



"There's a pair of boxers on the sink, Cassie can rub your back for you," she said as she disappeared from sight. 

I glanced down and saw that my cock was in a semi-hard state. Damn, I really need to stop doing that around mom I chastised myself. Once I was dried off I slipped on the fresh boxers and waddled to my room where I found Cassie sitting on my bed waiting for me. She was holding the tube of cream and told me to lie down on my stomach. As soon as I did I felt the urge just to drift off to sleep. The smell of menthol was the first thing I noticed when I woke up the next morning. Another thing I noticed when I started moving around was that I wasn't as sore as I expected to be. Of course it was a different story by the time I got off work later. 

At first I didn't think anyone was home because the house seemed eerily quiet. Ducking back outside I checked the driveway and saw that Mom's car was there but Cassie's wasn't. Maybe they went somewhere I told myself before heading to my room and stripping out of my work clothes. Figuring no one was home I headed to the kitchen wearing just my boxers only to find mom sitting at the table drinking a glass of wine. When she saw me she smiled, said I looked comfy, then stood up and went to the stove. I couldn't help staring at her because all she was wearing was a worn white tank top and a pair of black yoga pants that hugged her like a second skin. There wasn't a hint of panty lines to be seen. Taking a seat at the table I watched her bend over and pull out a plate of food that had my tummy growling. She brought the plate over and sat it in front of me and told me to enjoy. Staring up at me from the table was a fat juicy steak, a baked potato and green beans. The boner that I'd started getting when she'd bent over the stove went away and was replaced with a ravenous appetite. She sat back down and told me to dig in while she resumed sipping on her wine. Between mouthfuls I asked where Cassie was and was told that she had gone over to a friends but should be back soon. 

"You feel any better tonight hon?" mom asked staring at me over the rim of her glass. 

"I'm a little sore but not as bad as yesterday. That cream worked wonders, what's in it?" I replied while shoveling more steak into my mouth. 

"I'm not really sure, it's something I picked up at the gym," came her answer. 

I stopped eating and gazed over at her. "You go to the gym?" 

"Every day on my lunch break. How do you think I keep my youthful figure?" she chuckled. 

"Well I have to say, its working Mom," I told her, amazed to discover another thing about her that I hadn't known. 

"Why thank you kind sir, its nice to be noticed," she replied with a smirk. 

"Oh I'm sure you get noticed," I laughed. 

"You finish your dinner, I'll run you a hot bath. When you're done I'll put some more cream on you." With that she rose and walked away, my eyes glued to her butt until she was out of sight. 

The bath did wonders for my back and when I was done I put on the pajama bottoms that mom had placed on the sink. I was sad that she hadn't come in and tried to help like she did last night, it would have been interesting to see what would happen if her shirt and pants had gotten wet. 

She was waiting for me in my room, the tube of cream in one hand and a hand towel in the other. Before she could even tell me to I lay down on my stomach and put my hands under my head. I expected her to sit on the edge of the bed and was really surprised when she climbed on top of me and straddled my butt. As soon as her weight settled on my ass I could feel the heat radiating from her crotch and soaking through the thin material of my pajamas. It felt nice; hell it felt more than nice, it was fantastic. Just knowing that the only thing separating her pussy from my skin were two thin layers of fabric caused my cock to start swelling. It stopped swelling at about half-mast when I felt the cold cream touch the small of my back. 

"Mom, can I ask you something?" I murmured, luxuriating in the feel of her hands working the cream into my sore muscles. 

"Sure baby," she replied running her hands higher up my back. 

"Why haven't you started dating? It's been nearly two years now since dads been gone." 

"Oh I don't know. My work keeps me busy for one thing," she answered softly, her hands now kneading the muscles near my shoulders. 

"Sounds to me like you're just making excuses. What's the real reason you haven't tried to meet another man?" 

"Maybe I already have," she replied with a chuckle. 

"Seriously Mom? You go to work and you come home, that's all you do. So don't try to con me here." 

"Okay, okay. If you must know I find relationships complicated and I don't want that in my life right now. For now all I want to do is concentrate on my work and enjoy my life without the clutter that comes from being involved with someone." 

"I can dig that, but think of all the things you're missing out on," I responded, letting out a happy groan when her fingers massaged a particularly sore spot. 

"What things?" I could tell by her voice that she was really getting into our conversation. 

"Oh I don't know, maybe going out to dinner or a movie. Or going dancing at a club or something, things you and dad used to love doing." 

"I don't need to be in a relationship to do those things," she laughed. 

"I guess not," I conceded, and then added, "But lets not forget about other things. Things that take two people." 

"You mean sex? Silly boy, I don't need a man for that. Granted, there are a few things I really miss that I can't do by myself. Now turn over so I can do your chest," I could hear the amusement in her voice. 

She lifted herself up enough so that I could rotate onto my back. I settled back with my hands behind my head and my ankles crossed which caused my balls to bunch up. When she lowered herself back down that's exactly where she sat, right on my bunched up balls. It was quite uncomfortable. 

"Something wrong sweetie?" she asked when she saw the pinched look on my face. 

"Could you slide up a bit Mom, you're...ugh...kinda mashing the boys," I hesitantly said. 

"The boys?" she asked. 

It was comical to watch her face as it dawned on her what I was talking about. She glanced down between her legs then back up at me, her eyes growing wide and her facial color going through a wide range of shades starting at light red and finally settling into a deep crimson. 

"Oh my God, I'm sorry baby," she sputtered, placing her hands on my chest and shifting her weight forward a few inches. 

Whether she knew it or not I wasn't sure, but by moving forward instead of back she was now sitting directly on the shaft of my penis, which was rapidly filling with blood and pushing the head of my cock up towards my belly button. I could definitely feel the softness of her cunt through her pants and feel the heat coming off her crotch. Somehow it felt a whole lot warmer than it had. 

"That better sweetie?" she asked, her composure returning. 

"Yeah Mom, thanks," I told her, subtly shifting my ass enough to push my shaft a little harder against her pussy. 

"So what's with all the interest in my life all of a sudden?" she asked as she dabbed some cream on to the palm of one hand. It seemed like she was pushing down on me while she talked but that could've just been my imagination running away with me. 

"I just want to make sure you're happy is all," I said before closing my eyes and concentrating on the glorious feeling her crotch pressed against my cock was producing. 

Leaning forward she began rubbing the cream into my chest and said, "I'm quite happy honey. I have a wonderful home, a great job, and two fantastic kids. What more could a mother want?" 

The way she was rubbing her hands up and down my chest caused her crotch to slide up and down my shaft a fraction or two, but it was enough to cause me to moan out loud. 

She stopped rubbing and asked, "Am I hurting you?" 

"No Mom, it feels great don't stop." 

We both stopped talking and I lay there listening to her breathing as she rubbed me when I noticed a subtle change in the way she was sliding on my shaft. It felt like she was going forward farther than before. Opening my eyes to slits I saw that hers were closed and that she was biting her bottom lip a little bit. Without thinking twice about it I began to push up against her crotch, timing it just as she went forward then relaxing as she went backwards. Her breathing changed pitch and her hands were barely moving on my chest. Her pelvis on the other hand was beginning to move with a life of its own. That's when Cassie showed up and ruined the most magical moment of my life. 

"Well, don't you two look cozy," she snickered from the doorway. 

Mom sat straight up on me then grabbed the hand towel and began wiping the cream off her fingers. I on the other hand fought the urge to reach up and tweak the glorious points poking through her shirt. In no time flat she climbed off and without a word to either of us she went out the door. Cassie watched her go then sauntered over to the bed and sat down, a rather smug look on her face. 

"She was just putting that cream on," I stated before she could come up with a smart remark of some kind. 

"Yeah, and it looks like you liked it too," she snickered staring right at my crotch. 

Glancing down I saw what held her attention. The head of my cock was sticking out of the waistband of my pajamas and was dripping pre-cum onto my belly button. 

"Huh, I guess I was enjoying it," I chuckled. 

"Well if its any consolation, judging by how stiff Mom's nipples were, then I'd have to say that she was too." 

"So sis, think you can help a brother out here?" I said pointing at my cock and winking. 

"Sorry no can do, I started my period today." 

"What's that got to do with anything? You could at least lend me a hand," I told her as I reached out and pulled her hand on top of my cock. 

Yanking her hand back she fixed me with an evil grin and said, "Quid pro quo Clarice." 

"Excuse me?" I asked dumbfounded. 

"From the movie Silence of the Lambs," she chuckled. "It means that if I give you something then you have to give me something in return. Since I'm positive you don't want to stick your tongue in me right now then you have nothing to offer that I really want." 

"Yeah yeah, I know what it means," I grumbled as she stood. 

"Well, I must be going now. Toodles," With that she threw me a kiss and left. 

"You're heartless sis," I shouted at the empty doorway. 

Crawling out of bed I headed to the bathroom for one last pit stop and while there did something that I never dreamed I'd do. I masturbated with thoughts of mom as my sole inspiration. I have to admit that it was a little disturbing that I was thinking of her as I stroked my cock, but that didn't stop me from having an orgasm so forceful that my knees actually buckled a bit. 

The next morning I made my way to the kitchen and found mom having her coffee at the bar fully dressed for work. I made myself a cup and joined her. 

"You're dressed early today," I remarked as I sipped my coffee. 

She swung around on her stool and gasped. 

"Oh God, I didn't tell you did I?" 

"Tell me what Mom?" 

"I'm attending a conference on the new banking laws. I fly out to Baltimore this morning." 

"Baltimore huh? How long are you going to be gone?" 

"I'll be back either late Friday or early Saturday morning." 

"Oh, okay. I'll miss you," I told her then leaned over and planted a soft kiss on her lips. 

From the look in her eyes I could tell I'd surprised the hell out of her with the kiss. She gazed at me a moment then said in a soft voice, "I'll miss you too honey." 

"You know Mom I've heard what goes on at these conferences. Maybe you should take advantage of being out of town where no one knows you," I snickered. 

"And just what are you saying young man?" she asked with mock seriousness. 

"I'm saying that maybe you could hook up with some stud muffin and catch up on those things you can't do by yourself," I said while trying hard to maintain a straight face. 

Playfully slapping me on the shoulder she squealed, "You're terrible!" 

"Just a thought Mom, just a thought," I laughed. 

Mom left before I had to go to work so I was able to see her off. Right before she got in her car I gave her another quick kiss on the lips and was surprised when she took my face in her hands and gave me an even longer one back. As her car drove out of sight I brought my fingertips to my lips and touched the spot where I was positive Mom's tongue had snaked out and licked. It was going to be a long week I told myself as I went back inside. 

It turned out the week actually went by pretty fast. Of course working ten to twelve hours a day helped immensely. Surprisingly Cassie had been a big help too, fixing me dinners and making sure I had a lunch. By Thursday evening we had all the sod down and on Friday it began to rain around noon so Mister Dawson told everyone to go home and come back on Monday. I went home, got cleaned up, and then lazed around the house in my pajamas. Around six Cassie came into the front room dressed in her familiar blue shirt and carrying a blanket. She asked if I wanted to order a pizza and cuddle up on the couch and watch scary movies. That sounded good; we hadn't done that in a long time. 

By the time the pizza arrived we had scanned Netflix and chose a movie that we both liked. We ate first then stretched out on the couch with Cassie lying in front of me, the blanket casually thrown over both of us. Although she seemed to be fine with this arrangement I found it a little disconcerting since her ass kept rubbing against my crotch causing my cock to want to swell. To test the waters I pushed my hardening cock against her ass and was sternly told to watch it. She didn't object though when halfway through the movie my hand somehow landed on the outside of her shirt over her left tit causing her nipple to stiffen. I continued to gently fondle her boob clear up to the time the credits for the movie began to roll. Neither of us made a move to switch the movie off. 

"Mom'll be home tomorrow," Cassie said finally breaking the silence between us. 

"Yeah," I responded, unsure as to why my cock got harder at the mention of mom. 

"So Danny, have you given it any more thought?" Cassie whispered as I held her. 

"Given what any more thought?" I asked squeezing her tit a little tighter. 

"Whether you would do mom or not," came her soft reply. 

"Why do you keep asking me that?" 

"I'm just curious," she answered. 

"You really want an answer?" 

"Yes," she said pushing her ass back against my hardness. 

"Okay, here's your answer. Truthfully, a couple of weeks ago I would have said you were crazy for even suggesting such a thing. But now..." I left it hanging, unable to voice my new darkest desire. 

Rolling over until she was facing me she gazed into my eyes and said, "Tomorrow night I want you to do something for me." 

"What?" I asked a little apprehensively. 

Reaching under the blanket she grabbed my cock through my pajamas and said, "After mom goes to bed I want you to come into my room and stick this big ass cock of yours in my pussy." 

"Seriously?" I was sure my voice squeaked. 

"Seriously," she replied giving my cock another tug. 

"Just come in there and stick it to ya? No quid pro quo?" 

"Not this time. I'll be lying on my stomach with my pillow over my head, and I want you to climb on and take me from behind. You interested?" 

I was sure she knew my answer by the pulsing of my cock but I said it anyway. "Hell yes!" 

"Good. Now if you don't mind I think I'm gonna take a nice hot bath then go to bed." 

She got up off the couch, said goodnight and left me there with all kinds of thoughts running through my head. The longer I laid there the bigger my smile got. The smile stayed on my face probably long after I made it to my room and fell into a dream filled sleep. 

The clock on my nightstand read two minutes past twelve when I finally opened my eyes. At first I thought it was telling me it was just past midnight until it dawned on me how bright my room was. Crawling out of bed amazed that I'd slept so long I threw on my robe and headed to the bathroom. After relieving myself I stumbled toward the kitchen in dire need of a cup of coffee and was pleasantly surprised to see mom sitting at the bar dressed in blue jeans, sandals and a black t-shirt with a cup in front of her. She heard me coming and spun her stool around to face me, a radiant smile beaming on her lips. When she held her arms open I rushed into them and gave her a tight hug mashing her boobs into my chest. It wasn't until I heard her saying she couldn't breathe that I stepped back completely forgetting that I hadn't tied my robe closed since I figured it was only Cassie and I in the house. 

"Uh honey, I know you're happy to see me, but you might want to cover up," she chuckled pointing toward my crotch. 

Glancing down I was mortified to see my robe open and my cock sticking out at half-mast. Red faced I profusely apologized while fumbling to get my robe closed. It felt like I was all thumbs. Laughing mom stood up then stepped forward and took the robes ties from me and did it herself. When she stepped back I could see her face was flushed. By the time my coffee finished brewing I was finally able to convince my cock to go down. Joining mom at the bar I listened as she told me about her trip and how she was able to take an earlier flight home than she'd expected. I hadn't expected her to make it in until well past four this afternoon. By the time I started my second cup I'd managed to find out all about her trip, including the part where she informed me laughingly that she hadn't taken my advice about finding a stud muffin. I found myself secretly happy that she hadn't. Before I could lie to her and say how disappointed I was that she hadn't Cassie came bouncing into the kitchen all bubbly and excited. She asked mom if she was ready to go. 

"Where you guys going?" I asked, a hint of sadness in my voice. 

Mom patted me on the cheek and said, "We won't be gone long sweetie." 

"Yeah...But where are you going?" I asked again. 

"There's a new shop at the mall that I want to take mom to," Cassie said enthusiastically, then added, "It's a sex shop. I'm hoping mom will get herself a new toy for those long lonely nights." 

"Cassie!" mom stammered, shooting an embarrassed look my way. 

Deciding to play along I gave mom a wink and said, "Well Mom, it is a good idea to always have a backup." 

Mom threw her arms up in exasperation and shouted, "You two are horrible! I have horrible kids!" Laughing she made a show of snatching her purse from the table and then stomping out of the kitchen. 

Before Cassie followed her she looked at me and asked, "You haven't forgotten about tonight have you?" 

Giving her my best lecherous grin I whipped open the front of my robe so she could see my thickening cock and said, "Looking forward to it sis." 

Her eyes lit up, she smiled broadly and licked her lips once then chased after mom who was already out the front door. I sat there listening to the silence of the house debating whether or not to whack off while they were gone. I decided against it, I wanted my balls to be full when I slipped the meat to Cassie tonight. 

Mom's idea of a little while turned out to be three hours. I'd already shit, showered and shaved and was lazing on the couch in sweatpants and a t-shirt when they finally arrived home. Each held a pink bag in their hand that had 'Brenda's Boutique' emblazoned on the side of it. Teasingly I asked mom if she had gotten anything that required batteries. 




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Her eyes twinkled as she said, "Wouldn't you like to know." Then took off for her room. 

Cassie on the other hand was all too happy to show me what she'd bought. She sat in her recliner; the bag on the floor between her blue-jean clad legs and began to slowly pull out one thing at a time. The first article was a pair of see-thru white panties, followed by a frilly-looking bra that had flaps that opened to expose the nipples. The last two articles were panties, one pair red the other pale blue. I wasn't too impressed with these until she pointed out that they were crotchless and each had a sign on the front that said eat me. I told her I like them and volunteered to eat her anytime she wanted. She placed everything back in the bag then came over and gave me a kiss on the cheek and said she'd hold me to that. Before I could reach up and grab her she jumped back giggling then ran off to her room leaving me with a huge bulge in the front of my sweatpants. 

The next few hours dragged by with nothing worth watching on TV and the weather took a turn for the worse. While mom and Cassie stayed holed up in their rooms dark ominous clouds slowly moved in turning the early evening dreary outside. It was a good bet that we were in for one hell of a downpour. To confirm my suspicions the program I was watching was interrupted with a bulletin about a storm headed our way that was producing sporadic power outages. Mom must have been watching in her room because she came out dressed in her robe and told me to gather up some candles while she made dinner. I alerted Cassie about the storm and between us we found several decent sized candles. We put one in each bedroom and as we were putting the others in the front room mom called out from the kitchen saying dinner was ready. 

"I know it's not much of a dinner but I didn't want to be in the middle of fixing something and have the lights go out," she apologized, placing a tray of sandwiches on the table. 

"It's fine Mom," I said taking a seat and grabbing a sandwich. 

"Yeah Mom, don't worry about it. Here, why don't you sit next to Danny and I'll get us something to drink," Cassie said heading over to the refrigerator. 

She came back with a can of soda for me and a large glass of wine for mom. 

"Are you trying to get me drunk?" mom asked staring at the large glass. 

"I wouldn't do something like that," she snickered then got herself a soda and joined us. 

A little bit of small talk and twenty minutes later the sandwiches were gone. Cassie suggested we huddle up on the couch and watch a scary movie, something we hadn't done as a family in quite some time. After hearing mom and I agree she darted off to her room saying she wanted to get comfortable. I headed to the couch and took a seat in the middle while mom added more wine to her glass before coming in and sitting on my left. When Cassie came back she was wearing her blue shirt and holding a blanket and a DVD. Cassie slipped the disc into the player then sat next to me on the right. 

"Now this is nice. We haven't done this in a long time," mom sighed as she settled back on the couch. 

"Done what?" Cassie asked. 

"Just hung out together," she replied. 

"It is nice," I agreed. 

"What movie did you get?" I inquired as I helped Cassie spread the blanket over all three of us. 

"Ghost Story. I figured it would be perfect for a night like this," she answered gleefully. 

As if in agreement Mother Nature chose that exact moment to unleash her fury. Rain began falling so hard we could hear it hitting the roof while the rumble of thunder boomed off in the distance. A chill crawled up my spine. Apparently mom and Cassie were experiencing the same chill as I was because both of them inched up against me just as the movie started. Over the next forty minutes the rain pelted the house and the sound of thunder increased in volume enough that we had to turn up the TV three different times. The lights flickered once causing mom to light one of the candles just in case. She also had us pause the movie once while she ran off to the kitchen for more wine. Three-quarters of the way through the movie I was starting to feel like I was wrapped in a cocoon of woman flesh. Both mom and Cassie had one arm around my shoulders and were so squeezed up against me I could feel their breasts poking into my upper arms. I couldn't concentrate on the movie with my sister and mother making a meat sandwich out of me; I was having too much trouble trying to keep my cock from tenting the blanket to pay any attention to what was going on. No more than fifteen minutes away from the end of the movie the inevitable happened. A brilliant flash of lightening lit up the outside followed immediately by the booming roar of thunder so loud it actually shook the house. The lights flickered once, twice, and then went out completely leaving us sitting there huddled together with just the light of a single candle to keep the darkness at bay. 

"Aww shit!" Cassie exclaimed. "I was really into that." 

"Sorry kiddo," mom chirped, lifting her glass to her lips and draining the rest of her wine. 

"We could sit here for a while, maybe the power will come back on," I pleaded not wanting to lose the joy of having their bodies pressed against me. 

"Not me sweetie, the wine did me in, I'm going to bed." 

Mom rose, lit another candle, gave us a kiss on the foreheads and trotted off down the hall. Cassie inched closer to me then stuck her hand under the blanket and grab hold of my rigid cock. She smiled brightly and placed a tiny kiss on my cheek. 

"What's this?" she giggled wagging my cock back and forth. 

"Anticipation dear sister, anticipation," I snickered bringing my own hand up and cupping one of her tits. 

"Well just keep anticipating for another fifteen minutes then come to my room," she whispered then stood up. 

"Are you sure that's enough time?" I asked, scared that mom might still be awake in fifteen minutes. 

"Mom drank twice as much wine as she normally does, so yeah, I'm sure." She didn't give me a chance to say anything else before she lit her own candle and headed down the hall. 

Erring on the side of caution I waited over twenty minutes before heading to my room where I stripped naked. Since I knew that we were going to fuck I figured there was no need to have clothes on. I did feel a little strange as I crept down the darkened hallway to my sister's room. I was worried that mom would suddenly appear and catch me sneaking around completely naked. After all that's happened I doubted she would say anything but I really didn't want to flaunt what Cassie and I had going on. As Cassie had said, mom was probably one horny woman, and to deliberately have sex where she could see wasn't the best idea. With my nerves on edge and my pecker only semi-stiff I worked my way down the hall by staying against the wall until I was able to see a faint glow outlining Cassie's doorway. Further down the hall towards mom's door was nothing but total darkness. I rounded the doorway and peered into Cassie's room. A smile stretched my lips and my cock twitched happily at what I saw before me. 

True to her word Cassie was stretched out crossways on the bed lying on her stomach with her pillow covering her head. She was completely naked and had one arm under her reaching down toward her pelvis. The way her ass was slowly rising and falling told me that she had gotten tired of waiting and had started without me. Thunder boomed outside and the flame from the candle on her dresser cast eerie shadows throughout the room as I slowly crept over to the bed. My sister's ass was a sight to behold. It was round and firm and smoother than any I'd ever seen. It also had a surprise that I wasn't expecting. On her right cheek was a small red tattoo of two overlapping hearts. 

With a shaking hand I reached down and gently ran the tips of my fingers over the tattoo. She jumped a little but didn't stop using her hand to pleasure herself. Slowly I began running my hands all over her letting her get used to my touch. I worked my way down her legs then back up until I was cupping the luscious globes of her ass. She had her legs together but it wasn't hard to worm my hand between them and touch her silken slit. She was wet. Incredibly wet. My fingertips brushed against hers as she worked her clit. Small muffled moans drifted up from under the pillow spurring me on to greater heights of arousal. My cock grew so hard that it almost pointed straight up against my belly as I let my fingers dip slightly between her moist meaty cunt lips. Pulling my hand from between her legs I brought it up to my face and sniffed. An involuntary guttural moan escaped my lips as I inhaled the pungent aroma of her musk. 

Too aroused to hold back I climbed onto the bed and straddled her thighs. My cock was so stiff I had trouble pushing it down enough to slide it in between her cheeks. Using one hand to guide it and the other to hold her cheeks apart I managed to slip the pre-cum coated head of my cock between the slippery flaps of her inner lips and sink part way into her saturated opening. The head of my cock was engulfed in the most incredible heat. Placing both hands on her hips I worked my way forward sliding deeper into her velvety tunnel. Pushing my hips forward I managed to sink more than half of my throbbing rod into her tight wet pussy. Unable to push it all in because of the position I was in I settled for what I had. With my hands firmly on her hips I began to slowly rock my hips back and forth in an easy steady rhythm. Each time I pumped forward my pelvis would bump against her ass making her cheeks jiggle and causing the heart tattoo to appear to be beating. Fascinated with this effect I leaned forward a little and began to increase my pace. The heart tattoo beat faster. 

Cassie's hand still worked her clit and each time I pulled my cock back she pushed her clit up against the underside of my cock sending tickling sensations running up and down my shaft. My heart began to beat faster and I could feel her slippery walls rippling around my cock in the most incredible way, as if tiny wet fingers were milking me. The rippling changed into something more aggressive, more clinging as her hips began to buck up against me forcefully. Leaning forward even more, my hands now on her shoulders, I started pounding into her as fast as I could. She bucked wildly under me and even through the clap of the thunder outside I could hear her muffled cries of passion. I was close. I was very close. But the gods of fornication betrayed me before I could find sweet release. Just as I was about to bust a nut into my sister's hot pussy the fucking power came back on. 

Light from the hall flooded Cassie's room and the sound of the TV blared throughout the house. In a panic I jumped up and ran to the front room, my wet slimy cock splattering love juice on my thighs as I ran. My heart hammering in my chest I fumbled around and finally turned off the television. The room went quiet. Deathly quiet. I blew out a sigh of relief then turned around and saw mom and Cassie standing just inside the room. Cassie had on her blue shirt and mom was wrapped up in a blanket. They both stared at me wide-eyed as I stood there frozen, buck naked, hard as a rock with pussy cream coating my cock. I didn't know what to do, so I did the only thing I could. I stood tall and proudly pranced right past them, my dick swinging from side to side, and went to my room where I gently shut the door, crawled under the covers and prayed for sleep to take me. 

The light pouring in through my window caused my eyes to blink as I emerged from a troubled sleep. At first the recollections of last night felt like a dream, but reality soon wormed its way into my brain. It hadn't been a dream, none of it. Groggily I got out of bed and threw on my robe. After a pit stop in the bathroom I made my way to the kitchen where I found Cassie sitting at the bar drinking a cup of coffee. I was surprised to see that instead of her blue shirt she was wearing a white tank top that did nothing to hide her nipples from view. To make matters worse for my frustrated soul she was also wearing the white see-thru panties she'd bought yesterday. The way she had her legs crossed prevented me from seeing anything but it didn't prevent my cock from starting to swell. We exchanged good mornings and I proceeded to make myself a cup. Once it was done I took it over and joined her at the bar. 

"Where's Mom?" I asked, taking a sip from my cup. 

"Taking a shower I think," came her short reply. 

"Hey listen...I'm sorry we didn't get to finish last night," I began. 

"Don't worry about it," she said abruptly. 

"Well maybe we can finish tonight, if that's okay with you," I continued. 

Cassie swiveled her stool until she was facing me. Reaching one hand out she gently patted my cheek while saying, "Danny, Danny, Danny, you poor clueless fool." 

I just cocked my head and stared at her not understanding what the hell she was talking about. She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek then got up and headed over to the counter near the coffee maker. I watched as she strutted away more confused than ever. I could clearly see her ass through the panties but there wasn't a sign of a tattoo on her butt anywhere. 

"Where's your tattoo?" I asked, my voice clearly revealing my confusion. 

Cassie turned and gave me a weird smile before saying, "I don't have a tattoo. I've never had a tattoo." 

"But..." I murmured. 

"Think it through little brother," she told me, her smile broadening. 

In a flash the light bulb in my head went off. Cassie's smile broadened as understanding washed over my face. Leaping from the stool I raced down the hall toward mom's room, my robe flying open as I went. Barging in without knocking I found mom standing in front of her dresser mirror with nothing on brushing the tangles out of her wet hair. I stopped right behind her and glanced down. There on her right buttock was the red double heart tattoo beckoning to me. Her body stiffened as I reached out and gently traced my fingers over it. When I looked back up our eyes locked together in the mirror and I could see a hint of fear in hers. 

"That was you last night?" I quietly asked, my heart hammering in my chest. 

Her bottom lip quivered as she whispered, "Yes." 

"Why?" 

Sitting her brush on her dresser she turned and cupped my face in her hands, her eyes boring into mine. 

"When I saw you and your sister together I felt all the things I've been missing come pouring out. Things I couldn't give myself. Things such as the caress of a man or the feeling of completeness as he entered me. I tried to fight the urges building inside me but I just couldn't get the image of your hard thick cock out of my head. When I told Cassie what I was feeling she said she could help. At first I rejected her plan, but the more I thought about it the more I wanted to feel you inside me. I know it was wrong, but damnit, I couldn't help myself. Can you ever forgive me baby?" 

I could see the turmoil in her eyes. I could also see the love I've known my whole life in them. Leaning in I kissed her gently on the lips. At first she didn't respond, but when I placed my arms around her and pulled her against me I felt her shudder then felt her lips kissing me back. I held the kiss for a long time, my hands gently exploring her back as our lips meshed softly together. When I finally pulled back her face was flushed and her nipples were twin points poking out from her chest. Gathering her in my arms I lifted her up and carried her toward her bed, her arms draped tightly around my neck. 

"What are you doing baby?" she asked, a tremor in her voice. 

"Finishing what we started last night Mom," I told her as I gently laid her down on the bed. 

"Are you sure this is what you want honey?" she whispered softly. 

"More than anything Mom," I reassured her as I bent down over the side of the bed and began planting tiny kisses on her neck. 

Slowly I kissed my way around to the front of her neck then started going lower. Her breath caught in her throat as my lips found one of her ripe nipples and sucked it into my mouth. 

"Oh God," she purred as my tongue ran circles around her stiff nipple. 

For ten long minutes I concentrated solely on her breasts, softly kneading them while running my tongue over her stiff nipples. She reached over the side of the bed and took my cock in her hand but I pulled it away and told her just to lie still and let me pleasure her. She didn't protest, instead she raised her arms above her head and gave in to my manipulations. 

Gradually I worked my way down over her flat firm tummy and then along her hips leaving a trail of my saliva wherever my lips had been. I deliberately avoided any contact with her pussy but that didn't stop her clitoris from growing quite large. I marveled at its size as I went to the end of the bed and gazed up between her spread legs. Pushing my robe off I crawled between her ankles and began teasingly kissing my way up her legs until I was kissing the soft creamy flesh of her inner thighs. Gazing up at her pussy I saw how wet and slick looking her slit was becoming. The hunger to taste her was almost unbearable. 

"Please baby, please," mom moaned, rotating her hips enough to raise her ass off the bed. 

"What do you want Mom?" I asked blowing a gentle breath directly onto her soaked cunt. 

"I want you to eat me baby. Eat me like you did your sister." Her voice was filled with urgency. 

Inching my way upward, my hands sliding up the side of mom's hips, I slid my tongue into the slick wetness of her slit. A shudder ran through her as my tongue slipped past her meaty inner lips and probed deeply into her depths. I was instantly hooked. I knew I'd never be able to get enough of the taste of her. It was like eating the richest honey in the world. I lapped greedily at her nectar while trying to hold her hips still so I could plunge my tongue deeper into her hot hole. Mom's hips rose once more and she opened her legs fully offering all of herself to me. Taking each of her inner lips into my mouth I bathed them with my tongue before finally latching on to her erect clit. As soon as my lips clamped down around it she began to push her pussy against my mouth. My tongue ran circles around her clit while my lips tried to suck it at the same time. 

"God I've missed that soooo much!" she panted, her breath now coming in ragged gasps. 

Releasing my hold on her clit I lowered my mouth until I was able to slide my tongue back inside her. Immediately her fingers found the back of my head and pushed my mouth harder into her squishy pussy. Hearing her moans of pleasure I drove my tongue as deep into her as I could and wiggled it around. Mom's ass rose off the bed once more and her body froze. 

"Oh baby...oh shit...you're making me cummmmmm," she screamed, her legs shaking from the effort of holding herself up in the air. 

I continued to suck and lick her saturated pussy until her ass slowly sank back onto the bed. Carefully I slid up her body, past her smooth taut tummy and her heaving chest until the tip of my cock was pushing against the slick outer lips of her pussy. Propping my upper body up on my arms I gazed down at her and was shocked to see tears rolling from her eyes. 

"Why are you crying Mom?" I asked, my voice breaking. 

She stared up at me with those beautiful blue eyes and smiled. "I'm not crying sweetie. Those are tears of joy." 

"Are you sure? We can stop if you want," I told her, unsure what to do. 

Reaching between us mom grabbed my cock and began rubbing the head of it up and down the length of her slit coating it with her juices. 

"What I want you to do is fill me up with this," she murmured, lifting her hips enough that the tip of it slid into her opening. 




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"Do you want a pillow like Cassie does?" 

"No baby, I want to see your face as you fill me up" she replied, pushing herself further onto my cock. 

"I love you so much Mom," I whispered. 

"I love you too honey," she whispered back. 

Staring into her face I pushed gently forward. She was so wet I slid completely into her on the first try, my balls coming to rest up against the soft round flesh of her ass. 

Mom's eyes rolled back in her head and she groaned, "Oh shit!" 

"I'm not hurting you am I?" I asked, the concern in my voice obvious. 

"God no," she let out a soft laugh. "You're making me feel better than I have in a very long time." 

Being lodged inside my mother's pussy was the experience of a lifetime. It was like I'd come full circle and was returning to the place I rightly belong. The place I'd come out of. I was home once more. 

Tenderly I began to pump into her slippery wetness with long full strokes, allowing my cock to almost slip from her grasp before plunging forward again. With each backward stroke I felt the velvety walls of her pussy cling to my shaft as if trying to hold me in. Slipping her arms around my back mom pulled me down on top of her. I could feel her hard stiff nipples poking into my chest as her breasts flattened out under my weight. Cupping my face in her hands she pulled my lips on top of hers and thrust her tongue into my mouth. Hungrily we devoured each other with our mouths as the tempo of our lovemaking began to feed upon our lust. Soon our bodies were meshing together faster and faster, our breathing starting to get labored. Time seemed to stop as we embraced our forbidden desire, both of us striving to reach the inevitable conclusion. 

"So good...so good...so good," mom chanted, her head slowly rolling from side to side as she increased her upward thrusts. 

The heat and slickness engulfing my cock was unlike any I'd ever experienced before. I reached a new pinnacle of ecstasy. My cock throbbed violently as I pumped my cock into mom's molten heat with greater urgency. She wrapped her legs around my hips and used her heels to spur me on. Lifting my upper body onto my arms I was able to increase the force of my lunges. My heavy balls bounced off her ass filling the room with wet slapping sounds each time I drove into her now quivering cunt. I felt the bite of her fingernails as she raked my sweat soaked back, her passion boiling over. 

"Oh shit...oh shit...oh shit," she moaned, her eyes wide and staring deeply into mine. 

"Oh God Mom!" I moaned loudly, my thrusting growing frenzied. 

"Now baby...nowwwwwwww!" mom hollered as her pussy clamped tightly around my shaft and coated it with another layer of her juice. 

My body shook and my mind reeled as I exploded inside her. Spurt after spurt of thick creamy cum shot out of me flooding mom's pussy to overflowing. Even after I collapsed on top of her my body continued to spasm. I couldn't move for five minutes. Mom held me in her arms whispering, "I love you," over and over as my cock slowly deflated inside her drenched hole. Once I was finally able to move I rolled over to the side, mom's pussy making a loud wet sucking noise as my cock slipped from her. Mom rolled onto her side facing me and stared at me with eyes full of love. I returned the look. We lay facing each other for the longest time before mom finally broke the silence. 

"Any regrets baby?" 

"God no!" I replied, reaching over and running my fingertips lightly up and down her upper arm. 

"You do realize that things won't be the same around here from now on," she said, placing a hand gently on my naked hip. 

I knew what she meant but I asked anyway. "How so?" 

"You've opened up a can of worms. You've released the beast inside me and I'm afraid I'm going to need a whole lot more of what you just gave me." There was a twinkle in her eyes that I hadn't seen in a long time. 

"Whenever you need it Mom," I whispered, letting my fingertips slide over one of her sensitive nipples. 

"Keep that up and it'll be sooner than you think," she snickered, taking my hand in hers and placing it against her lips. 

Mom rolled onto her back and stared up at the ceiling a minute before saying, "Of course there is something else we have to consider." 

"What's that?" I asked lazily. 

"Cassie. I don't think it would be fair to ignore her needs, do you?" 

"That won't be a problem Mom," I assured her. 

She flipped all the way over onto her stomach and said, "Good." 

Sitting up I looked down at her and let my eyes roam up and down her body. 

"So Mom, what's the deal with the tattoo?" 

"I did that for your dad shortly after we got married. It represents two hearts beating as one. I thought it was stupid, but he liked it. He claimed that he could make it beat like a real heart. Do you think you could get it to beat like one?" 

"I don't know, but I'd love to try," I laughed. 

"Well baby, I don't know about you, but I sure could use a cup of coffee right about now," mom yawned. 

That did sound good. I climbed off the bed and picked up my robe as mom slipped into hers. I kept playing grabbies with her all the way to the kitchen. As we entered we saw Cassie standing behind the bar watching us with a huge smile on her face. I was happy to see that she still had on the top that showed off her nipples. There was also two fresh cups of coffee sitting on the bar. I took the stool near the end of the bar and mom sat next to me. We both began sipping our coffee and waiting for Cassie to say something. It didn't take long. 

"Was it as good as I told you it would be Mom?" 

"No honey, it wasn't. It was way better," mom answered with a laugh. 

"So Danny, I think you owe me for hooking you up with mom," Cassie said as she came around the bar and stood next to me. 

Swiveling my stool so I was facing her I felt my heart skip a beat. Her nipples were starting to get erect and when I looked lower I noticed she'd changed out of the white see-thru panties. She was now wearing the red crotchless ones with the eat me sign on the front of them. I felt my cock lurch slightly under my robe. 

"Tell me little brother. Have you ever had a woman sit on your face while another one rode that lovely cock of yours?" Cassie's grin was almost evil. 

"No," I stuttered. 

Mom and Cassie exchanged knowing glances. Cassie sank to her knees in front of me and pushed my thighs apart. Mom leaned into me then reached down through my robe and wrapped her fingers around my sticky shaft. 

"Then it looks like today is your lucky day," mom whispered in my ear. 

"Lord give me strength," I groaned happily as mom held my cock up while my sister took the swollen head into her hot mouth. Yes, things definitely weren't going to be the same around here I mused as sweet rapture engulfed my very being.