Capítulo 2218: MOMMY ON MY LAP
"For fuck sake Mike hurry up! We've gotta get going!" my mother yelled up the stairs.
She'd been drinking again. Mom was not a lush by any standard but 'she did like a cold drink on a warm day,' as my now deceased dad was want to say.
I finished wiping my cock with my mother's panties. At twenty six years of age I had returned home to attend my Aunt's wedding and was only staying for a few days. Whenever I return home, I like to masturbate with my mother's and sister's panties, luxuriating in the sensation of their nylon and satin undergarments against my turgid member. I was also not averse to sniffing the crotch of said garments whilst wanking into another pair.
Neither of them have ever said anything and I an always careful to clean up my mess, but they must be suspicious, especially mom because sometimes I can't resist pulling a leg of her sheer pantyhose over my cock and shooting my load into the diaphanous nylon. I am as careful as any horny man can be but I must have left traces of my indiscretions in their panties and hosiery.
I wiped away the creamy mess that I had made in my mother's panties with a facecloth and buried the item deep in the laundry basket, just as I had done so many times all those years ago. My fingers encountered a garment that felt very sensuous and I pulled it free of the tangle of dirty washing.
It was a pair of footless tights, black but very sheer. I had noticed that a lot of women were getting around in tights or leggings as they called them, they were quite the fashion trend at the moment. As a 'leg and ass man' I was hardly likely not to notice. But these tights seemed very sheer; almost as sheer as pantyhose.
A rather large label was attached to the waistband and I read it as I pushed my cock back inside my briefs and zipped up the fly of my shorts.
'Venosan Ultima Leggings. 70% Nylon 30% Lycra© Spandex . Hand wash separately and hang in shade to dry. Do not machine wash. Do not tumble dry. It is highly recommended that foundation apparel be worn underneath this garment.'
"MMMmmm; bet these would be nice to wank off into," I said to myself.
I scraped at some of the crusty stain in the crotch of the leggings and bought the sticky coagulate to my nose; my sense of smell was immediately assaulted by the pungent aroma of cunt.
'Someone is not wearing foundation apparel under their lycra/nylon leggings,' I smiled to myself and threw them back into the laundry basket just as my sister joined my mother's pleas to get going.
"Come on baby brother, watcha doing up there; having a wank?" she yelled.
I blushed as I opened the bathroom door but I was also smiling. If my sister only knew how close to the truth she was!
"Having a piss before we hit the road. It's three bloody hours to Aunt Megan's place!" I replied as I rushed down the stairs.
My mother and sister were outside waiting impatiently so I slammed the door to mom's house behind me, skittered down the porch steps and sauntered over to where my sister's compact car was parked in the driveway.
A rather nice ass clad in what I presumed to be Venosan Ultima brand Leggings was protruding from the rear passenger door. The ample but well-proportioned heine belonged to my mother and it was obvious she had also not taken the manufacturers advice regarding wearing foundation apparel underneath her leggings.
The leggings shimmered in the afternoon sun, displaying mom's lovely long legs to advantage. She was reaching deep into the vehicle and her legs were slightly parted, the fabric clung to her buttocks and more alarmingly to the swell of her mons. The sheer, shimmering fabric clung to the cleft of her sex; it was almost like she was wearing nothing but opaque pantyhose, which in a way she was. Typical mom; she had dressed down for the long journey ahead but insisted on wearing her four-inch high heels.
I couldn't help but stare and my recently drained penis began to thicken. I shook my head to clear the licentious vision from my mind and walked over to the car.
"Mom? What are you doing there; let me help," I offered.
Mom eased herself out of the confines of the rear seat and turned around. As usual she was wearing full makeup, mom always wore full makeup, even if she was just heading down to the store for a few grocery items. She came from a generation of women who believed they were not properly attired if they weren't wearing makeup and heels.
She smiled and then stepped forward and gave me hug.
"Don't worry Mike. As usual, the women of the family have got us all organised," she smiled.
She was wearing a loose-fitting satin blouse with the tan leggings and when she hugged me her ample bosom was crushed between us. The scent of her perfume could not overcome the miasma of bourbon and cigarettes on her breath. Our crotches briefly rubbed and I felt quiet uncomfortable; it felt like mom wasn't wearing anything below her waist. It was vaguely erotic but very disconcerting.
My sister Michele, known as Shelly to family and friends, appeared from the driver's-side door and gave me 'that look'; implying hurry up and get in, mom's been drinking and we have a three hour drive to get through.
"Sorry Mike, but the trunk is full and the front passenger seat is taken up with the garment bags holding my bridesmaid dress and mom's best suit. I had to squeeze your suitcase onto the back seat," she smiled wickedly at me.
My sister and I had a love/hate relationship. We loved each other dearly but we never missed an opportunity to piss each other off if we could get the chance; especially when it came to inflicting mom and her eccentricities on each other.
"Fuck me Shelly! When are you going to buy a decent car instead of this tree-hugging, fern-sniffing, eco-friendly, midget-mobile?" I chided her.
Shelly was a greenie. Not a hairy-legged, khaki-wearing, femmo dyke. (Far from it! She liked to dress in mini-skirts, killer heels, hosiery and makeup and tease every man in the room at any party she attended.) But she was an 'environmental activist' and insisted on driving a low emission hybrid compact.
"Well brother of mine, who currently has a piece of shit clunker that barely made it to his mother's house, because his tight-assed, business-savvy, bitch of a wife cleaned him out in the divorce settlement, and he can't afford a decent car. You can either get in my midget-mobile or find your own way to Aunt Megan's wedding," she smiled sarcastically at me.
"Fuck you Shelly!" I smiled sweetly at my sister.
"As much as you would like to; I'm afraid that would be incest," she said flippantly and gave me the finger as she squeezed into the driver's seat.
"Stop it you two!" mom snapped; then she smiled.
"I bought beer!"
"Surprise, surprise!" Shelly grumbled and closed her door.
I looked into the rear of the car. One side of the bench seat was taken up with my large suitcase; a small cooler sat on the floor.
"Jesus mom! How are we both going to fit in there?" I whined.
"Easy son; I'll sit on your lap. It's only for a couple of hours and your old mom doesn't weigh that much!" she chided, sipping on a can of cold beer.
Mom was right; she didn't weigh that much. She was far from petite, but she wasn't fat. She was well proportioned for a woman in her mid forties. Mom looked after her figure and her looks, but she drank a lot more since dad had gone and she had filled out a little. She was best described as voluptuous.
"Come on you two; lets get going!" Shelly called out and revved the piss-ant little engine.
"Fuck me!" I whinged under my breadth and squeezed into the back seat.
As I buckled the seatbelt I realised how confined and secluded mom and I would be in the back seat. The suitcase on the seat beside me blocked the view out of the nearside windows and along with garment bags slung over the front passenger seat, the driver's view into the rear of the vehicle was effectively blocked. I watched as Shelly fiddled with the rear-vision mirror as she tried to adjust it to see out the back of the car.
"At least my wing mirrors are working," she said, fiddling with the side-mirror controls.
"You'll be lucky if you don't get pulled over," I sighed.
"Nah; it's only a couple of hours on back roads and the cops won't be able to see into the car anyway. Just make sure mom stays firmly in your lap. She won't have a seatbelt," Shelly ordered in her 'I'm in control; just do what I say' voice.
"Ready or not here I come," mom giggled and squeezed her lovely ass through the rear door and nestled herself in my lap.
"I remember all the times I sat you on my lap when we went for a drive with your father; it won't hurt for you to repay the favour," mom smiled and kissed me on the cheek.
She slammed the door and reached down for the cooler.
"Here; have a beer, grumpy-ass," mom giggled and handed me a cold can of Coors.
As she settled into my lap and we popped the tops of our ice-cold beers, Shelly pulled out of the driveway and journey began.
With a bit of giggling and wriggling I eventually got mom settled comfortably on my lap. We sipped our beers and chattered on about the forthcoming wedding. Mom and Shelly had the usual snide comments about a woman remarrying in her mid-life. As mom was widow and Shelly a divorcee they held the opinion that a woman didn't need a man to complete her. As a male divorcee I was allowed to participate in the conversation; but because I was a man my input was subject rebuke at any time.
At this stage of the journey I was too busy drinking beer and joining in the banter to pay too much attention as my mother squirmed and wriggled during the more animated parts of the conversation. I did notice the swishing sounds her leggings made as they rubbed on the denim material of my cut-off jeans. It was soothing and sensorial and I noticed that her sleek Spandex/nylon-clad ass glided easily, almost sensuously across my lap. Mom's constant wriggling as she attempted get comfortable eventually led to an instance where her gossamer-clad ass came into contact with the bare flesh of my thigh. Little darts of pleasure radiated from the place where her cool silky thighs rubbed on my warm flesh. My cock began to stiffen and I realised how awkward the situation would be should I develop a full-blown erection.
I gripped mom by the waist and moved her back into my lap. Mom giggled and wriggled her ass a little.
"Wassa madder Mikey? Mommy too heavy for you?" she teased, her voice slurred by alcohol.
"Nah mom; just getting us both comfortable for the long trip ahead," I replied.
The conversation dried up after a while and I drifted off to sleep.
I woke up some time later and was aware that dusk was approaching. More alarmingly I had a raging hardon that was lying uncomfortably along my leg. I was very aware that mom was fast asleep in my lap and realised that it would be nearly impossible to adjust myself without disturbing her, but my erection was painful, trapped in that awkward position.
I carefully eased my mother onto my other thigh and quickly adjusted my erection so that it lay flat against my lower belly. I sighed with relief when suddenly mom fell back into my lap. She didn't wake up but she squished her buttocks down into my lap and leaned back against me. I tried to gently reposition her but she resisted and moaned.
"Comfortable Mike, leave me alone," she said sleepily.
I left mom alone but I soon became aware that my erection was wedged in the crease of mom's buttocks. The gentle rocking and swaying of the car caused mom's ass to gently gyrate against me and for the life of me there was nothing I could do stop my erection getting bigger as my mother's ass stimulated my sensitive cock.
I had to admit it felt pretty good and I was still a little tipsy from the beers I had drunk so I decided to let well enough alone and let my mother unconsciously stimulate my throbbing cock.
I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around her so I could feel the heft of her breasts through her satin blouse. I was not much of a tit man but feeling up my mother was very naughty and it increased my arousal considerably. I was really enjoying it!
I settled back and let the gentle rumble of the car resonate through my mother's ample buttocks and stimulate my cock; secure in the knowledge that she was fast asleep in a beer induced fugue and that in the dark overburdened car, my sister didn't have a clue what was going on.
My mother's buttocks had settled snugly around my gently pulsing penis; her sheer leggings felt sensuous even though my shorts; it was like she was naked. Her breasts giggled against my forearms and I gently cupped each of her orbs in palms. He tits felt soft and comforting through the layers of her satin blouse and silky bra.
It felt like a vibrator set on the lowest setting was throbbing against my cock. I became more adventurous and began to slowly thrust my hard cock up against my mom's soft buttocks and I settled into a slow and gentle routine; softly squeezing her tits whilst thrusting against her ass.
Mom suddenly jerked in my lap and instinctively I let go of her breasts and stopped pushing my cock into her ass.
"Mom? Are you awake? Are you comfortable?" I murmured; hoping like hell she didn't know what I had been up to.
"For fuck sake Mike leave her alone, she'll wake up in a shitty mood! You know what she's like when she wakes up after she's been drinking!" Shelly hissed from the front of the car.
Mom didn't stir again so I settled down and let her ass once again begin to massage my cock through my shorts. I replaced my arms around my mom's chest and went back to gently massaging her tits.
After a considerable time during which I was highly aroused; I became dissatisfied with the level of satisfaction I was achieving. My cock was rock hard and throbbing but no matter how hard I subtly thrust it against my mother's pliant buttocks and even with the added stimulation of the rumbling car, I knew I wasn't going to climax.
I was aching for release!
A wicked smile crossed my face.
I slowly eased mom up out of my lap, raising her off me while I surreptitiously undid my fly and let my aching manhood spring free. The sound of my zipper seemed to resonate through the car but I knew it was an illusion. The road noise covered any sounds my zipper made.
Mom stirred and for one horrible moment I thought I was going to be caught committing a carnal sin but mom remained pliant and unperturbed.
I gently lowered her back into my lap and gasped in delight as her spandex/nylon clad ass moulded itself around my turgid penis.
Once again I began to rub my throbbing cock in the crease of my mother's buttocks but now the sensation of the cool slick material encasing my mom's bottom sent ripples of pure delight along my tumescent penis.
I gasped with delight! The exquisite feeling of my mom's silken-clad ass sliding along my naked cock was exceptionally arousing; I could feel little droplets of pre-seminal fluid leaking from my throbbing cock. I began to grind my cock into my mother's ass and squeeze her tits as I felt my climax approaching.
Then! Was I imagining it? Was my mother pushing back to meet my thrusts? If she was it was almost imperceptible but it sure felt like it!
I didn't really care one way or the other; I decided that if she was a willing participant it was overwhelmingly erotic, my mother knowingly rubbing her ass on my cock. And if I was just imagining it; it didn't matter anyway. I was in extremis! I was going to come regardless.
I shifted slightly so that the underside of my cock was rubbing along the crack of mom's bottom, her cheeks squeezing my shaft and glans as I dry-fucked her sexy maternal ass. My glans poked out from the crevice every time I pushed up; I could just make out its winking eye leaking clear globules of precum in the dark car.
I felt my testes contract in my scrotum and, as my orgasm wracked my body, I pushed my mother down into my lap and frantically humped her silken--encased bottom and squeezed her tits; with complete disregard for the consequences should she wake up.
I shuddered as my hot seed erupted from my pulsing penis; waves of pleasure radiated from my groin and up through my body. I had to bite my lip to stop myself from crying out. I fucked my mother's tights-clad ass, revelling in the feel of the gossamer thin material against my acutely sensitive cock.
The thrill of dry-humping my sleeping mother whilst my sister sat only inches away, oblivious to my licentious and incestuous indiscretions, added to my super-heightened sense of excitement.
I delighted in one of the most intense orgasms I had ever experienced; but eventually all good things must end.
Now I was left with the practicalities of the situation.
I was sitting in the back seat of my sister's car, my flies undone, my slowly deflating penis resting in my mother's ass-crack. I could feel my semen soaking into my shorts and undoubtedly into my mother's leggings.
Suddenly my sister turned on her map light. She had a road map open in her lap.
"The turn off to Aunt Megan's place must be around here somewhere?" she mumbled to herself.
I looked down and was alarmed at what I saw. My cock was trapped under my mother's bottom and a huge puddle of white semen was slowly soaking into the fabric of her leggings and into the denim material of my shorts.
"Fuck!" I moaned; realising that my mother and sister would soon discover my ill-considered carnal behaviour if I didn't take drastic action.
"Oh you're awake sleepy head. Wake mom up too will you; we're nearly there and we only have half an hour to get ready for the wedding.
I had to think of something quickly. I looked around the back seat and then my eyes came to rest on the cooler. Eureka!
I quickly reached down and grabbed a beer out of the cooler and popped the top.
"For fuck sake Mike I just said we're nearly there!" my sister whined.
Before she could say anything else I dropped the can into my lap, making sure the opening fell right into where my groin met my mothers sexy ass.
"Jesus! Sorry mom!" I yelped as she suddenly leapt up and squealed.
I made sure that the beer spilled all over my crotch and my mother's semen soaked ass. I wiped at it with my hands making sure all evidence of my seed was washed away or disguised by the sudsy larger.
"Fuck sake Mike; stop that! You're making it worse!" she whined.
In the confusion that followed I surreptitiously put my cock away and wiped the gobbets of semen on my shorts into the spreading beer stain. I made a display of taking out my handkerchief and wiping my mother's ass, then my groin.
"Jesus Mike! Just as well I'm only wearing my travelling clothes!" she sighed.
"Lucky these leggings will only need a rinse to get rid of that beer."
"As long as I smell like a brewery you might as well give me one of those," she sighed, pointing a long elegant finger with a red polished nail at the cooler.
Then she started to giggle uncontrollably.
She writhed in my lap as the laughter shook her; this time it wasn't quite as stimulating; her cold, soggy ass rubbing on my beer-soaked shorts.
For the remainder of the short journey mom and I and laughed on and off at the situation as we drank our beers; even while Shelly berated us both for spilling beer on her upholstery and stinking up her car.
"It's all his fault!" mom giggled and wriggled her ass in my lap, grinding her buttocks against my groin.
She turned her head and I thought I saw a mischievous gleam in her eye. But I couldn't be sure.
We arrived at Aunt Megan's huge house. It glowed in the dark; illuminated by party lights and festoon lighting. It was to be an evening wedding with a combined reception in the extensive grounds. We pulled up in the large parking bay at the rear of the house, unpacked the car, and made or way inside to find the rooms set aside for guests to change into their wedding clothes.
I went to one of the many bathrooms in the large house and unloaded a stream of urine into the toilet; I had lot of beer to get rid of. I thought about what had happened in the car and realised how lucky I was not to have been caught. I rubbed my forehead and sighed. Then I burst out laughing.
Mom wore a white two piece skirt and jacket. The skirt came to mid-thigh and the jacket nearly covered the skirt. The band was appropriately playing the song by 'Cake': "I Want a Girl In a Short Skirt and Long Jacket". Mom was dancing to the music with some fat old guy who couldn't keep his eyes off her long legs and his hands off her well-proportioned ass and her magnificent tits.
Mom knew she had great legs and liked to show them off. That's why she had worn the Lycra/nylon tights earlier in the day. Tonight her legs were clad in flesh-toned ultra-sheer pantyhose; they looked expensive, Italian probably. Being a leg and ass man and an accomplished masturbator into mom's and sis's panties and pantyhose I knew all about hosiery. She was wearing a cerise satin blouse under the jacket and gold jewellery glittered on her neck, ears, wrists and fingers. Her makeup was heavy; lots of black eyeliner and mascara, ruby-red lipstick to match her nailpolish, rouged cheeks and lots of eyeshadow. She wore killer white four-inch high-heels.
The party lights emphasised the red highlights in her lustrous black bob. Mom was drunk again but she was behaving herself; well sort of. She was teasing the fat old guy who was dancing with her; she allowed him to rub his groin on her legs and hips and let him squeeze her ass. Then she forced him to pirouette so that other partygoers could see the stubby boner in his too-tight pants. His face was red, he was panting and sweating. It looked like he was thirty seconds away from a heart attack.
Now that the wedding ceremony was over the reception was in full swing, it had spread around patio and adjoining gardens. I looked around and saw my sister. She was in the courtyard with a guy at least ten years her junior and her long fingers were sliding up and down his thick cock through the material of his dress pants. They were kissing passionately and one of his hands was underneath her bridesmaid's dress and was busy playing with her pussy while he held her close to him with the other.
She leant into the young man and lifted herself on her heels to allow him better access to her privates. They obviously thought no one could see them; secluded by some rose bushes. I was sitting at a small table sipping a drink and had positioned myself so I could keep and eye on my mother and sister both. The young man slid my sister's dress up her long legs; I was surprised to see she was wearing stockings, the dark welt visible as the hem of her dress brushed the top of her thigh. They were black and fully-fashioned; a well as the welt I noticed the stockings had back-seams. Nice!
My sister opened her eyes in mid-kiss and we made eye contact. She smiled at me and winked, then she took the young man's hand in hers, lowered her skirt and led him away further into the dark recesses of the garden. My cock was semi-erect.
"Come and dance with your dear old mom," I turned my head and there was mom right in front of me.
As I was seated, my head was level with her slightly curved belly and I couldn't stop my eyes from being drawn down to the hem of her skirt and her long sexy legs. Her hosiery glimmered in the glittering lights and I wanted so badly to reach and touch them.
"You can can't you?" she said as if reading my mind.
I looked at her quizzically.
"Dance stupid! You can dance with your mother?" she smiled drunkenly at me.
"Of course mom I'd be delighted," I said standing to take her in my arms.
The band was playing a slow song, I could smell her perfume, Poison – may favourite, mingled with the smell of cigarettes and bourbon. We moved slowly and awkwardly for while and them mom pulled herself close to me and rested her head on shoulder.
"I love you son," she said and kissed me gently on the neck.
"Me too," I replied and kissed her hair.
"Nice to see a mother and son showing public affection," Aunty Megan, the not so blushing bride, danced close by us.
The groom made no disguise of the fact that he was enamoured with his new wife's tits and ass as he groped her while he danced her around the room. When they finally went upstairs to their bedroom for their wedding night, I bet she wouldn't even get a chance to get out of her wedding dress before he was fucking her.
In my mind I conjured up the vision of Aunt Megan bent over the king-size bed, her wedding dress hiked up to her waist, her tits hanging out of the bodice as my new uncle fucked her vigorously from behind, holding her by her lacy white garter-belt which was clipped to white silk stockings. She was nearly knocked out of her heels every time he thrust into her and she was squealing with surprise and pleasure.
"Henry! You naughty man!" she squealed in my daydream.
My semi-erect cock had become tumescent and I became aware that it was rubbing against my mother. She raised her head and looked me in the eyes, she smiled mischievously.
"Is that for mommy?" she reached between our bodies and squeezed my cock through my trousers.
"Jesus mom! Cut that out!" I pulled her hand away.
"I don't want my son having a heart attack like that old guy I was dancing with," she smirked.
"Anyway it's just a reaction to a dream I was having. I couldn't get aroused by you; you're my mom for fuck sake!" I retorted.
"But you didn't mind panty-popping me in the car on the way here," she said matter-of-factly and stared me right in the eyes.
"Panty-popping?" I said stunned.
Mom pulled herself closer and put her head back on my shoulder; her groin was rubbing against me and my quickly diminishing erection was back on the way to rigidity. Mother clung to me as we slowly danced; I could feel her thighs and soft belly against my penis as she swayed with the music; her tits were crushed against my chest.
"Panty-popping is what your farther and I did instead of sexual intercourse before we got married," she explained.
"Mom! I don't wanna know about yours and dad's sex life!" I hissed.
"Sure you do son. I wanted to be a virgin bride but your dad was very insistent. I was also sexually inquisitive; a young woman has her needs too you know," she went on.
"Sure; I used to masturbate your father and he used to masturbate me too. But he wanted more"
"Jesus mom; shut up!" I sighed frustratingly.
"So I learned from my girlfriends about panty-popping; they were letting their boyfriends do it to them. I would let your daddy rub his pecker on my pussy and as long as I kept on my panties so he couldn't put it inside me in the heat of the moment, it was safe. We both liked it, especially if I was wearing satin panties. Many a night I came home with my panties soaked in your daddy's fluids; front and back! He liked to rub it on my tight little heine too!"
"For god's sake mom; shut the fuck up will you!" I hissed into her hair.
"If my daddy knew that my pretty pink satin panties were soaked in come when I came home and kissed him goodnight on the cheek, he would have locked me up and killed your daddy," she giggled.
"I haven't been panty-popped for many a year and then my own son goes and squirts on my ass in the back of his sister's car. Now ain't that a hoot!" she laughed wickedly and squeezed my cock again.
"Stop that! And I don't know what you're raving on about? I spilled a beer on your granny ass; that's all!" I contended and pushed her body away from mine.
"You know what you did!" she stared icily at me.
"I know what man-seed feels and what it smells like! You came on your mommies ass and spilled beer on me to hide your sin," she glowered at me.
"Shhh!!! Shut the fuck mom! People will overhear!"
I released my mother and turned to walk away; disguising my erection with the tail of my jacket.
"It's ok son," she called and I turned to look back at her.
"I liked it," she smiled lecherously at me.
"And so did you; don't you lie! See! That's a dead give-away!" she laughed and pointed a long red fingernail at my fading erection.
I stormed off into the garden, lighting a cigarette intent on distancing myself from the wedding crowd. I could hear mom's drunken laughter; she had found someone else to tease.
I wondered off into the dark; I wanted solitude. I leaned against a large cottonwood tree enjoying my cigarette. My ears became sharp as the noise of the wedding reception receded. Then I heard something.
"Huh! Huh! Huh!"
It was coming from a gazebo not far away. I hadn't noticed it in the dark, as it was unlit. My eyes had become accustomed to the dark and I could see that the structure had lighting, I could see a light fitting in the ceiling, but someone had turned the lights off.
I crept up on the gazebo and peered inside.
"Huh! Huh! Huh!"
It was gloomy inside the gazebo but I could see well enough now that I had my night vision.
My sister Shelly was leaning over the balustrade; her bridesmaid dress was hiked up and her ass was sticking out. Her white satin panties were draped around one ankle, they contrasted nicely with the black stockings which encased her long legs. Her legs were spread and the young man she had been kissing in the garden earlier was behind her standing between her spread legs and he was sliding a rather large cock in and out of her cunt.
My sister pushed back against him each time he thrusted.
"Huh! Huh! Huh!" the sharp exhalations accompanied each thrust.
The young man quickened his pace; his thrusting became more violent as he plunged his turgid member in and out my sister. She pushed back and her creamy white buttock quivered as he slammed himself into her. She was groaning and moaning; encouraging the young stud.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Huh! Huh! Huh!" she wailed.
The man gripped my sister by the waist and pulled her back against him; he ground himself against her and my sister gyrated her buttocks milking him of his seed. She reached between her legs and thrummed her clitty eliciting her own orgasm.
"Oh fuck yeah! Fuck yeah! Fill me with your cream you young stud!" she hissed as she ground her ass against the lad's groin.
"Ohhhhhhh!" the young man howled as he ejaculated, driving his cock deep inside my sister.
Shelly frantically stroked her slit and rotated her buttocks; squeezing the juices from the young man.
I had my own cock in my hand and was frantically stroking it. I bit my lip as I ejaculated; ropes of semen splashed on the ground forming small pools of creamy ejaculate.
My sister and her beau finished fucking and he pulled his long thick cock from her quivering quim. A small deluge of seminal fluid gushed from her swollen labia and dribbled down her legs soaking into the tops of her stockings; the silky dark welts became a little darker.
She quickly turned around and dropped to her knees and took the young man's slowly deflating penis in her mouth and licked it clean.
She spat the member out of her mouth and pushed it inside the man's fly, carefully easing it back into his briefs before she zipped him up.
"There! All nice and neat!" she patted his fly.
Shelly stepped into her panties and as she stood she pulled them up her gossamer-clad legs. She looked sexy as hell as she smoothed her panties and then carefully lowered her dress.
The young man leaned forward to kiss her and she placed her palms on his chest and gently pushed him away.
"No I don't think so," she said, and rummaged in her purse for her lipstick.
She extended the lipstick from its case and began to apply it to her lips, doing it by feel and experience in the gloom. She pursed her lips and used a fingertip to smooth the lipstick. She looked up surprised to see the young man was still there.
"You can go now, I've finished with you," she said coldly.
The young man seemed a little surprised at my sister's attitude.
"Can I have your number?" he asked sheepishly.
"No. I don't think so. You weren't that good," she said heartlessly.
She smiled as the young man's head sagged.
"Go on! Fuck off back to the party. I'll follow on later so people won't notice us returning together," she ordered.
The young man sauntered away; heading back towards the light and sounds of the party.
I zipped my fly and was about to turn to follow when a twig snapped under my foot. I stood dead still. My sister's head snapped around and she stared into the gloom. I wasn't sure if she could see me but a mischievous smile crossed her face and she kept staring out in my general direction. She lifted the front of her bridesmaid dress. Her long legs clad in the black gossamer nylon stockings contrasted nicely with the pink taffeta dress and her creamy white thighs.
Between her legs the V of her white satin panties seemed to glow in the dark. She rubbed the front panel of her panties and then she slid a finger under the gusset, and explored her labia. She removed the finger and sucked it between her ruby-red lipsticked lips. My cock quivered, even though I had only just come.
She dropped the hem of her dress and blew a kiss out into the dark in my general direction.
"Hope you liked the show mister," she smiled, pirouetted on her heels and walked out of the gazebo back towards the party.
I shakily lit a cigarette and waited five minutes before I too returned to the reception.
An hour or so later the reception was over. I had changed back into my cut-off jeans and t-shirt and Shelly had changed out of her bridesmaid dress. She was wearing black leggings similar to the ones mom had worn for the trip here. They clung to her ass and delineated the mound of her cunt; her legs looked stunning in them. She wore a floppy long-sleeve t-shirt; she had dressed comfortably for the ride home.
I decided to make some small talk as we waited for mom near the car.
"Good to be out of that suit. Bet you're glad to be out of that bridesmaid dress too," I said.
"Yep," my sister replied, flicking ash from her cigarette.
"You better give that suit a good brushing before you return it though, otherwise you might not get your deposit back," she smiled at me.
"What?" I didn't understand what she was talking about.
"Well judging by the dirt on your shoes and the bougainvillea stuck to your jacket, you must have been off exploring in the gardens tonight," she grinned.
I was shocked; did she know it was me in the dark near the gazebo?
"There's a whole mess of bougainvillea down near the gazebo. I know because I was there tonight," she grinned.
"Were you?" she looked pointedly at me and her tongue slid out and licked her luscious lips.
I didn't answer; I just stared at her.
She looked around and confirmed that we were still alone. She flicked her cigarette away.
"Are you the one I did this to?"
She opened her legs a little and rubbed her mound through the material of her leggings and then she slid a finger inside the waistband, and explored her labia. I could clearly see her finger exploring her cunt through the translucent fabric. She removed the finger and sucked it between her red lipsticked lips.
"Jesus Shelly stop that!" I hissed.
She grinned at me.
"It was you wasn't it? Did you enjoy the show little brother? Did you diddle your little tallywhacker while you watched your sister being fucked against the railing of the gazebo?"
"Did you come? I bet you did! I bet there's not only dirt on them shiny shoes you was wearing, but little silvery trails on material of your rented pants," she sniggered.
"Did you time your come with ours? Did you release your seed on the ground the same time that boy was spurting his seed inside me?"
She leaned against the car and stuck out that magnificent ass clad only in a single layer of spandex/nylon. She gyrated her hips and ass just as she had done in the gazebo.
"Here's me."
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Huh! Huh! Huh!" she wailed, imitating the motions and noises she had made when she had come.
"And here's you," she sneered.
Still resting on the car she reached between her legs with one hand and simulated stroking a penis. For some reason that was even sexier than her pretending to be fucked.
She smirked.
"It was you wasn't it?"
"What the hell is going on over here; lets get going," mom came out of the dark pulling her suitcase on its little wheels.
I had never been so glad to see her. She had rescued me from a very awkward situation.
"Geez mom! Didn't you change?" Shelly whined.
Mom was still wearing the white two piece skirt and jacket, cerise satin blouse, flesh-toned ultra-sheer pantyhose and killer white four-inch high-heels. She still had on all of her gold jewellery and full makeup.
"Well I was going to change back into my travelling clothes, but then I realised some asshole had spilled beer all over my leggings and they are still damp and smell like Coors," she looked at me accusingly.
"Didn't you rinse them out and dry them?" my sister asked.
"Nah; forgot all about it," mom said opening the back door and trying to wedge her suitcase on the back seat.
"Jeez! Let me do that!" I took over suitcase wrangling duties.
"Well it's your fault anyway," mom said, and rightly so.
"That suit's going to get ruined on the trip home mom; you have to sit on Mike's lap again all the way," Shelly said opening the driver's side door of her compact car.
"As long as no one spills beer over it, it'll just get a little wrinkled is all," mom said.
"Or spills anything else over it for that matter," she glared at me.
An hour later the car was silent except of the background hum of the radio. Shelly was concentrating on driving; it was late and she was tired. Mom was asleep in my lap. And once again I had huge boner in my shorts. The car was even darker and more crowded than on the way up. Mom and I appeared to be completely shielded from my sister.
Mom had settled into my lap and fallen asleep almost immediately. When she had sat in my lap she had pulled her skirt firmly under her bottom and smoothed it out.
"That should keep it from getting too wrinkled. Or stained!" she turned her head and looked at me accusingly.
The little car rumbled along the secondary road; once again the resonance of the car and the presence of my mom's soft ass had produced an unwanted erection. This time my erection was not uncomfortably trapped down the leg of my shorts; it was snugly nestled in mom's ass crack. If she felt
it she didn't let on.
She reeked of Poison, her favourite perfume, liquor and cigarette smoke, but those scents only inflamed my desire.
This time I decided to play possum too and pretended I was asleep as my cock vibrated against my mother's heine. I would enjoy the sensations as much as I could but would not try to take further advantage of the situation. I was enjoying the sensations emanating from my groin, my eyes closed, as I conjured up the vision of my sister being fucked from behind as she stood with her legs spread and her dress hiked up in the gazebo, when fate intervened.
Suddenly mom slid forward and nearly fell off my lap.
"Fuck!' she muttered groggily.
Before I could left her back in position she dug her heels into the carpet and pushed herself back into my lap. Her short skirt rode up as she did, and now mom was sitting in my lap with just her panties and the gusset of her pantyhose protecting her from the turgid penis trapped in my shorts.
I waited a few minutes to see if mom was going to readjust her skirt or wake up but she just sat in my lap, for all intents and purposes comatose.
The situation was just too tempting not to be taken advantage of. This time I was determined I would have my thrills but I wouldn't spurt my load on her ass. I would panty-pop her (as my mother called it), but as soon I felt the onrush of my orgasm I would wrap my cock in my handkerchief to catch my spend. That was my plan anyway.
I reached into my pocket and extracted my handkerchief and put on the seat where it was handy. Once again I surreptitiously opened my fly and freed my hard cock. This time it came to rest against mom's panties. Mom was one of those women who wore her panties over her pantyhose, more for aesthetics than for any practical reason. She must have been wearing satin or silk panties because they felt absolutely fantastic against my manhood; so silky and slippery.
Mom was obviously not in favour of thong panties; these panties had a substantial rear and my cock snuggled nicely into the crevice of her ass, wrapped in the luxurious fabric of her underwear.
I wrapped my arms around her waist and gently humped her soft buttocks in consonance with the gentle swaying and jouncing of the little car. It felt deliciously indecent to be dry-humping my mother; especially knowing that my cock was only two thin layers of diaphanous fabric away from her sex. Her panties slid easily over her pantyhose-clad ass and the sensation of my throbbing phallus sheathed in the panty material, as it slid up and down mom's ass-crack was delightful.
The car hit a bump and mom bounced in my lap; she didn't wake but the jolt had an unexpected but favourable consequence. My cock slid out of mom's ass-crack for a second and then wedged itself back in. Except now it was inside her panties and facing forward!
My cock was rubbing on my mother with only the sheerest layer or nylon between it and ass. Her panties slid back into place but now they covered the lower side of my erection while the upper side nestled inside her snug crevice.
I resumed humping away; becoming a little bolder now and pushing my cock further forward until I felt the contours of my mother's labia majora against my glans. My cock was touching the outside of my mother's cunt!
I gently slid my cock along the crease of my mother's outer lips; the seam of her pantyhose was a little coarse compared to the slinky gusset of her sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose but the contrast of the two was highly stimulating. I felt a little wet patch forming in the gusset of her hose but I doubted it would be noticeable and I was determined that this time I wouldn't come on her and leave a telltale puddle of semen in her crotch.
I enjoyed a lovely fifteen minutes or so panty-popping my mother; my orgasm was close but I was able to control it. The wet patch in my mother's pantyhose crotch was growing as I leaked more and more pre-seminal fluid and I was considering pulling my cock out of her crotch so I could ejaculate into my hanky when I became aware of something.
Mom's crotch was becoming soaked. It couldn't just be my pre-cum saturating her pantyhose; she was too wet. She was aroused! My mom was getting sexually stimulated!
Then I noticed another subtle change; mom was slowly grinding her ass against me. She was humping me back! Jeeze! I was pretty sure mom was still asleep and that she doing it subconsciously but I wasn't taking any chances after what she had said to me on the dance floor.
This time I decided to pre-empt the outcome. I surreptitiously attempted to withdraw my penis from inside mom's panties when suddenly her had shot out and gripped my wrist.
She was awake!
I felt her other hand reach under her skirt and she adjusted my member so it nestled in the folds of her vagina and then she started to gently rock back and forth. A smile grew on my lips in the dark confines of my sister's car and I capitulated and thrust my groin in time with mom's rocking.
Mom and I were panty-popping and this time there was no secret between us! Mom nestled back against me and eased my hands up to her breasts. I slid them inside her jacket and hefted her large tits through the material of her satin blouse. She didn't resist when I unbuttoned the blouse and slid my fingers inside. I stroked her tits through the lacy fabric of her bra and was rewarded with the immediate response of her nipples hardening.
Mom sighed quietly and settled into a steady rhythm as my cock slid along the crevice of her cunt and my fingers tweaked and stroked her nipples. We couldn't really get into the frenzied humping that I would have liked because my sister could easily become aware that something was amiss, but the steady kneading of my mother's cunt, shielded only my the translucent nylon of her pantyhose, against my precariously aroused cock was stimulation enough.
I would be able to come this way for sure. Mom's breathing had become heavy; her muffled whimpering was only just discernible above the road noise and the radio. But she was definitely excited! She was getting off!
Her ass was grinding down on my lap as she tried to position my glans so that it stimulated her clitoris. I wriggled a little attempting to adjust the position of my cock so it did just that. We must have got it right because suddenly mom gasped.
"Are you alright back there?" Shelly called from the front of the car but we both went still and remained silent.
After a few seconds of silence we recommenced our illicit ritual and began to grind and rub against each other. I became bolder and snaked my fingers inside the cups of my mother's bra and stoked her creamy soft flesh and grazed my fingertips across her nipples.
Mom rewarded me with a wriggle of her ass my cock became enfolded in the creases of her sex, prevented from entering her only my the gauzy layer of nylon. I pushed up and the head of my cock forced its way just inside the entrance to her cunt. We both gasped as my cock penetrated my mother; the slinky nylon soaked in her juices prevented the tip of my member to entering her further.
"Fuck!" she whispered, and her hand snaked back under her skirt.
She moved my cock out of the way I felt her fingernail snag her pantyhose gusset and she made a little hole in her pantyhose. I tried to steer my cock into the hole but mom was impatient. She grabbed my turgid shaft and guided it inside the little hole and positioned the head of my penis at the entrance to her vagina.
Mom lifted herself imperceptibly off my lap and then lowered herself on me. My throbbing cock slid effortlessly into her slick cunt. I was fucking my mother!
"MMMMmmmm," mom sighed.
I felt her cunt squeeze my cock and I massaged her tits a little harder. I pushed up and mom pushed down and wriggled her ass. The we settled down into a steady rhythm as we fucked each other; I stroked her breasts and her nipples became even harder. I moved one hand down to her lap and stroked her silken-clad thighs. Her cunt was sopping wet and my cock filled her vagina; it clung to my shaft as my mother slowly rode me.
I pawed at her thighs, her silky-sheer nylons felt magnificent to touch. Mom guided my hand deeper into her crotch, under her panties. I tore the hole in her pantyhose open just a little more so I could get my fingers inside. I explored her sopping folds until I found her hard little clitty. Mom steered my finger onto the hooded little nub and I stroked it. She let go of me and I continued to stroke her as my cock slid in and out of her tight slick cunt.
"There, yessssss, that's it!" she whimpered.
We fucked each other for a minute or two but we were both close to coming and eventually mom ground down on me and lifted a hand to her mouth to stifle her moans as she came. I rubbed frantically at her clit as I humped her; my own orgasm wracked my body and as my mother's cunt spasmed and contracted in response to her climax, my cock began to quiver and my issue ejaculated deep inside her. I kissed her neck, tweaked her nipples and thrummed her clitoris, ensuring she experienced maximum pleasure as she orgasmed.
Mom writhed in my lap as her cunt milked me of my seed. We humped, wriggled and writhed against each other as we came, oblivious to anything else.
Neither of us saw my sister's eyes reflected in the rear view mirror or the mischievous grin on her lips.
The faint smell of vaginal secretions and semen wafted to my nose as my orgasm began to subside. Mom remained seated on my lap as my cock slowly deflated inside her. Eventually it plopped out of her and mom reached down and wiped it against her panties and helped me put it away.
We both quietly adjusted our clothing, saying nothing to each other, pretending to Shelly that we were still asleep.
When we arrived at mom's place Shelly woke us both but I'm pretty sure that mom had been playing possum just like me. I pushed the door open for her and mom slid off my lap and gave me a cheeky smile. Shelly went straight around to the trunk and took out her suitcase and lugged it towards the house, which was lit only by the porch light.
"Sorry guys but I'm dead beat and I did all the driving so you can unpack the rest. I'm going to bed," she said and headed towards the front door.
Mom and I watched her go inside as we both silently smoked cigarettes. It was the early hours of the morning but neither of us were sleepy.
"Er....mom I........" mom cut me off; putting a finger to my lips.
"Let's unpack the car tomorrow," she smiled and took my hand.
As she led me upstairs I stared at her magnificent ass and legs. We entered her room and as she closed the door behind us she pulled me to her. Our lips found each other's and my tongue slid into her mouth to be warmly received by hers.
My mom fumbled with my belt and flies and freed my erect cock, which she guided to her. She didn't bother to take off any of her clothes. She pulled her panties to one side and guided my cock into her through her ripped nylons. We both groaned as our crotches ground together; I was deep inside my mother and she lifted herself up; her legs wrapped around my waist, her arms around my neck.
I carried her across the room like that, my cock impaled inside her; we didn't even break our kiss as I lowered her onto the bed.
My sister Shelly sprawled on the couch, one leg hanging over the armrest the other on lay out straight along the couch. She was wearing her favourite Venosan Ultima Lycra-Nylon Leggings. The sheer fabric moulded to her cunt and it was obvious she wasn't wearing panties underneath. Her feet were bare and she wore a loose fitting vest, which was slack enough for me to see her satin bra through the armhole. My cock was hard and despite my best efforts I couldn't take my eyes off her.
We were both pretending to watch TV but we were very aware of each other. Her perfume wafted across the room. I could hear mom rummaging around in the kitchen.
"So is this view as good as the view I gave you down at the gazebo last night?" she smiled.
She slid a red painted fingernail along the juncture of her thighs and gently rubbed the pad of her finger along the seam of her tights.
I blushed and said nothing.
"Which did you enjoy more; watching me fuck that boy or watching me rub my cunt for you?" she grinned and rubbed her silken-shrouded mound, just like she had last night.
"Jesus Shelly, shut the fuck up will ya!" I hissed.
She just smirked and opened her legs wider and began to rub her pussy through the diaphanous fabric.
"I'm going out with Tim tonight, but a quick rub before I go isn't going to hurt," she stared at me with her hazel eyes.
She was already wearing her makeup and her eyes were smoky; sexy, and her lips were ruby-red. She licked her lips and contemplated the erection pushing at the front of my shorts.
Shelly pushed a finger into her pussy; the lycra tights would only allow it to enter a little, but god it looked so sexy. I stroked my cock through my shorts and Shelly grinned.
"Mom!" she shouted, and I quickly took my hand from my cock.
Shelly smirked at me.
"Yes Hon?" mom replied from the kitchen, then I heard the click-clack of her heels.
Mom was wearing a two piece suit, jewellery and makeup; she too was going out, and I was jealous. We had fucked most of the night away and I wanted to fuck her again tonight but mom said she had to go out as she had already made the date. She didn't want either of us behaving differently now that we were lovers; she didn't want to raise anyone's suspicions.
Mom stood beside me and I wondered if she did it on purpose. Her skirt was very short and I could just see the dark band of her control-top pantyhose. I sneaked a finger out and stroked her leg but mom pushed it away and gave me a scowl. Even though Shelly couldn't see me do it I knew it was dangerous.
"What's up Shelly?" mom asked.
"Nothing really, just wondered if you wanted Tim and I to give you a lift?"
"No Hon, Steve is picking me up in his car," she replied and I felt a pang of jealousy.
"You better get ready Shelly; Tim will be here soon and you can't go out dressed like that," she admonished.
"I bet Tim would like it though; make it easier for him to get at me," Shelly goaded my mother.
"Apparently some boys find that pantyhose are no encumbrance to gaining entry to a girl's treasures," Shelly eyed me, and both mom and I blushed a deep red.
Did Shelly know I had fucked mom in the car while she sat on my lap during the ride home?
"Shelly go and get changed; Mike, dinner is in the fridge just microwave it," she smiled at me.
"I'll be home about ten so if you are still awake we can share dessert," mom winked at me.
I looked across at Shelly and saw a knowing smirk on her face. Fuck! She must know what mom and I had been up to in the back of her car!
A horn hooted from outside and mom gave me a 'don't worry; nothing will happen' look and kissed me primly on the cheek and wiped away the lipstick she left there with her thumb. She smiled at Shelly.
"Have a good time Shelly; see you both later," she walked over to the front door, her magnificent ass waggling in her tight skirt.
Shelly stuck out her tongue at me and got up from the couch and went upstairs to change.
I raced upstairs with my raging hardon and locked myself in the bathroom. I freed my erection from my shorts and bought a pair of mom's soiled panties to my face; I wrapped my cock in a pair of Shelley's panties and frantically masturbated. I filled my sister's panties with creamy sperm in about thirty seconds and cleaned up the mess; burying the soiled panties at the bottom of the laundry basket.
I went to my room and surfed the net for about an hour or so, trying not to look too often at the time. Ten o'clock couldn't come around fast enough. I wanted to fuck my mother again!
I went down stairs about an hour later to get my dinner and was surprised to see that my sister was still here. She was lounging on the couch again, in the same position as before. I was wearing a pair of shorts and was barefoot and shirt-less. I took her in. Her bottle-blonde hair had been teased out and framed her pretty face which was heavily made up; black mascara and eyeliner, mauve eyeshadow, rouged cheeks and ruby-red lipstick glistened her lips. She was wearing a blue mini-dress, the long sleeves and shoulders were made of semi-transparent black nylon material; the dress itself was a blue spandex blend and clung to her body like a glove.
The hem rested at the top of her thighs; her legs were swathed in expensive 15 denier flesh-toned pantyhose and they glistened in the dull lamplight. Her feet were shod in four-inch black patent leather 'fuck-me' pumps. She looked hot and my cock began to engorge, seeing her dressed that way sprawled on the couch, legs akimbo.
She had been drinking; a half-empty bottle of Shiraz rested on the coffee table and she was gulping a glass of the dark red liquor. Her eyes drifted across the room and met mine as she sensed my presence.
"Before you ask, Tim stood me up. Bastard! He stood ME up!" she roared.
I smiled to myself. My prick teasing, sanctimonious, self-centred sister had been stood up! It was poetic justice.
Shelly gulped down the last of her wine and poured herself another glass, as she sat up to pour the wine her legs parted and I could see up her skirt; her slim thighs, encased in the sheer taupe nylons led my eyes to her crotch. She was wearing red satin panties; clearly visible through her sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose, her ample breasts clung to the translucent material of her dress, the matching bra just visible. My cock twinged.
"Here; have a drink with me," she offered me the bottle and as she did, her gaze caught mine and she saw where I was looking.
"Fucking men! They only have one thing on their fucking mind! I'm your fucking sister for god sake!" a single tear ran down her cheek, streaking her mascara.
"Here Mike have a good look!"
She opened her legs wide exposing the V of her panties; the red satin clung to her mound, her cleft clearly delineated by the shiny red satin and gossamer pantyhose gusset.
I stared for a beat and then looked away, a little ashamed.
"I don't know why you looked away like that; guilt I expect. Guilty because you watched me fuck that guy at the wedding last night; guilty because you watched me masturbate while you hid in the bougainvillea. But probably mostly guilty because you are fucking our mother!" she smirked up at me.
She closed her legs and sipped her wine.
I was speechless; I just stared at her; my mouth agape.
"I know you fucked her in the back of my car on the way home; you think I'm stupid! And then you went to her room and rutted all night; I came to the bedroom door and listened," she sneered.
"I wonder what to make of that? An attractive woman in her forties, fucking her grown up son. Her own son for fuck sake!" she gulped more wine
"You are either a great fuck, or she was drunk and desperate, and I'm pretty sure I know which," she taunted.
I began to tremble with anger.
"So what do I do now? Expose you both? Blackmail mom? Blackmail you?" she sneered.
"Waste of time that would be; blackmailing a dweeb who spends most his time locked in his room surfing for porn or locked in the bathroom wanking into my underwear."
"You're both pathetic!" she was crying but she was also angry.
I was quivering with rage and guilt; clenching my fists.
"I might as well go upstairs and get changed; now that Tim's not coming. When you wank into my pantyhose later, which you are sure to do, please don't put a runner in them; they're expensive," she jeered.
"Fuck you Shelly; you cock teasing slut!" I hissed.
"I don't think so brother. You'll have to wait for our mother to come home," she giggled, obviously drunk.
"You cunt!" I seethed
That was the last straw; I leapt on her.
My sister struggled as I lay on top of her but she had been drinking and anyway she was no match for my strength. I managed to get my legs between hers and pried them open and thrust forward so my hard cock was rubbing against her groin. Her skirt had ridden up and my cock, still trapped in my shorts, rubbed against her panty and pantyhose clad mound. I groaned and inhaled her perfume.
"Get off me you sick fuck!" she pounded my chest with her fists.
I pushed myself harder against her and grabbed her wrists. I lowered my face to hers and she turned away from me. I squeezed her wrists and her head sprang back. I lowered my face to hers and crushed my lips against hers. Her legs writhed in the air and she tried to buck me off her, her fists hammering my back. I slid my tongue into her mouth and she gave a muffled groan.
I realised that if she actually wanted to, she could really hurt me. She could rake me with her nails as I was only wearing shorts, she could bite my tongue, and she could knee me in the balls. She was putting up a sham struggle and we both knew it.
I reached down and freed my cock; it sprang out of my shorts and rubbed on Shelley's sleek, hosed thighs; I could feel my pre-seminal fluid soaking into the sheer nylon.
"Oh you bastard!" she whined, wriggling under me, but I could tell she was faking it.
I lowered my face again and this time as my tongue slid into her mouth she met it with her own and reciprocated the kiss. Her legs were now wrapped around my torso; rubbing on my sensitive skin, spurning me on. The hem of her dress was up around her hips; the sheer bodice slid against my chest; this was the most intense feeling I had ever felt. Her hot, wine-laden breath panted into my mouth, her perfume pervaded my nostrils. I growled; the sound resonating from the back of my throat.
Shelley rose to meet my thrusts.
"I knew you wanted to fuck me, you naughty boy," she giggled and pulled and tugged at my shorts until they were free of my body.
I was kneeling naked on lounge and I looked down at my fully clothed sister; her dress was hiked up and her legs spread invitingly, her red satin panties clung to her mound. Her makeup was smeared; her eyes black and smoky where her mascara and eyeliner had run; she looked like a whore. She looked hot! I lowered myself onto her again.
The wine she had drunk was obviously effecting her; but I didn't care. I wanted her. My cock was rampant, rubbing on her pantyhosed thighs, which although delightful, would soon bring me to orgasm and I didn't want that yet. I moved my cock so it rested in the V of her crotch; it now rubbed on the front panel of her slippery satin panties. Shelly put a hand down there and adjusted me so that my cock slid inside her panties and rested in the folds of her labia; only the diaphanous material of her pantyhose gusset prevented it from entering her.
She groaned and writhed under me and I felt her cunt lubricating; her sweet juices lubricated the head of my cock as her pantyhose gusset became saturated; the musky smell of cunt wafted from her. Her tongue was wriggling and thrusting in my mouth and she kept squirming to keep my cock in the folds of her pussy lips.
"Oh Jesus fucking Christ Mike!" she sounded exasperated.
"Put the fucking thing in me!"
She once again reached between our bodies and this time she raked at the gusset of her hose with a fingernail. I heard the gossamer material tear and then my sister's hand wrapped around my shaft. She guided the head of my penis into the hole she torn out of her pantyhose gusset. My glans snuggled in the sweet, slick folds of my sister's cunt. She raised her derriere and I thrust forward.
I slid into my sister's sweet buttery cunt; impaling her on my cock. Shelley pushed back against me and began to buck. I couldn't believe it! I was fucking my beautiful, cock-teasing sister. I grasped her hips and began to grind myself against her so that her nylon-clad thighs rubbed against the delicate skin my own thighs.
My sister lifted her buttocks up off the lounge and wriggled her crotch; her sopping vagina squeezed my shaft, it was devine. She was much tighter than my mother.
With reluctance I pulled my cock all the way out of her velvety tunnel. I was close to coming and I wanted to do a little teasing of my own. I rubbed my glans on her hard clitty and she yelped and wriggled. She was gasping with lust. She reached up for me.
"Come on Mike; finish what you started. Fuck your sister Mike!" Shelley moaned.
I fell forward onto my sister's body and she wriggled her hips until she had my cock positioned at the entrance to her sopping vagina. She wrapped her arms around me and lifted her legs and wrapped them around my lower back. She kissed me and let her tongue slide inside my mouth. She broke the kiss and bit my earlobe and then she drove her tongue into my ear.
"Fuck me brother," she panted.
She lifted her hips and drew my body to hers with her legs and I slowly slid inside her. My cock filled her tight snatch and then my groin ground against hers; the base of my thick cock stimulated her clitoris and she ground her crotch against mine and began to fuck me. She controlled the rhythm, gradually increasing the pace until our bodies were slamming together making 'schlock-schlock-schlock' sounds as our bodies slammed into each other. She made sure that I kept stimulating her clitty, wriggling her sexy ass to keep the pressure of the base of my cock on her sensitive bud.
I was close to coming; my senses were overloaded; my cock was throbbing inside my sister's tight tunnel; the feel of her body against mine, the taste of her mouth, the smell of her sex mingled with her perfume, the sensation of her pantyhose-clad legs sliding along my flanks and back, the scratching of her high-heels as she encouraged me to fuck her faster. Shelley dug her heels into me, using them like spurs.
I felt my cock begin to spasm and Shelley knew that I was about to come; she pulled my face to hers and kissed me and lifted her crotch up off the lounge and ground her pubis against mine; she writhed shamelessly underneath me and I felt her release approaching. I groaned and my cock exploded; hot streams of semen spurted from my spasming cock and I went into an orgasmic paroxysm.
"Oh Sis; it feels so good!" I moaned.
Shelley's orgasm enveloped her and as it radiated through her cunt and then surged through her whole body, she kissed me hard, driving her tongue deep into my mouth. She gripped my buttocks and squeezed, digging in her nails and pulling my groin hard against hers; her pulsating vagina milked me of my seed.
I ran my hands along my sister's legs enjoying the feel of her silken-hosed legs on my body. She responded to my kisses, entwining my tongue with hers; my scrotum contracted, propelling the last of my issue deep inside her. Shelley writhed and wriggled underneath me; she raked my back with her fingernails and grazed my flanks and lower back with her heels.
Gradually the intensity of both our orgasms receded. I lay on top of my sister and lovingly kissed her lips, her nose, her cheeks and her eyelids and lazily stroked her thigh. My semi-erect cock was still buried inside her and every now and then it would spasm; Shelley's vagina would also occasionally contract and clasp at my cock. Her cunt was hot, wet, and sticky and our pubic hair was matted with our juices; small rivulets of semen seeped from Shelley's slit.
Shelley kissed me back; and smiled up at me, her makeup smeared and her hair mussed; wet with perspiration.
"So am I as good as mom?" she grinned.
"You are a cock teasing bitch Shelley, but you are no doubt the best fuck I have ever had," I grinned down at her.
"So what de we tell mom?" she looked up me quizzically.
"Why do we have to tell her anything?" I looked down at her, lowered my head and kissed her.
She pushed my face away after a while.
"She'll know Mike! Mothers always know!"
"God! I knew you and mom were fucking in the car and I knew that you wanted to fuck her long before that. I saw the way you looked at her."
"And I saw the way you looked at me too," she smiled up at me.
"So what about the performance at the wedding and all the cock teasing before and after?" I asked.
"Just to get you jealous and to get you to want me more. I was always going to let you fuck me one day," she grinned.
"You are a fucking bitch Shelly!" I grinned back at her and slapped her thigh.
"I have a great idea," a look of absolute depravity crossed her face.
"What about if she just found us fucking? She can either join in or condone it. It's not like she can complain is it?" she sniggered.
"You are one conniving bitch Shelley!" my face fell to hers and I felt my cock begin to engorge.
Fifteen minutes later we heard the front door open and the click of our mother's high heels on the floor. I was fucking my sister doggy style when my mother walked in on us. At first she looked shocked; then her expression changed to one of pure lust. She dropped her bag and began to remove her jacket.
The End
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