Chapitre 1820: MOM AND SIS TRY MODELLING
It was Wednesday afternoon as I walked into the car park in front of Mr. Epstein's studio. As I got to the door, I could see the receptionist twenty yards inside the large open foyer. Next to the door was an intercom and, when I'd pressed the button, I could see the male receptionist inside talking towards a piece of equipment.
"Good afternoon sir, may I ask your name?"
"Philip Thomas," I replied with what I hoped sounded like a mature assured tone.
"Please come in Mr. Thomas."
I approached the receptionist, walking as maturely as an eighteen-year-old can.
"Your mother will be out in about an hour, Mr. Thomas. She asked if you would wait for her."
As he said these words, he indicated some seats around the outside edge of the room. I took one behind him so I could look around without causing attention.
The walls were covered with pictures of various young models in what I guessed were fashionable outfits. The lingerie pictures were the most interesting for me and I could feel a hardening between my legs as I looked at them.
At forty-three, my mother was clearly a lot older than the models looking down at me. I thought back to how all this had come about.
My mom had been a model in her late teens and early twenties. It was when her 'annoying bust and butt', as she called them, grew too large that her career finished. However, she had still kept in touch with her main photographer, Dick Spicer, who had kept her connected with the business by sending her invitations to modelling events. After a time he retired, but was able to keep sending her invitations.
Mom loved attending the catwalks and in time so did my twenty-five-year-old sister, Brenda, who, unfortunately for a modelling career, was also blessed with big tits and a big ass. It was at one of the recent events that Dick Spicer met mom and Brenda, and told them about the opportunity that had just arisen in our town of Carville.
It appeared that Bert Epstein, who had a studio in Carville, was looking for models with fuller figures for some specialist catalogs. Mom and sis sent in some photos with the result that mom was invited to two modelling sessions, one for evening wear and one for lingerie, and Brenda for a lingerie session.
Dad seemed completely disinterested in mom's upcoming modelling sessions. He was away working a lot, demonstrating some media presentation equipment. He used to take mom to help him, but now he took Gloria, his work assistant. He always seemed tired at weekends and I heard mom complaining to my sister about his lack of sexual interest, which I couldn't understand as I had seen some Viagra pills in his travelling toiletries bag.
Mom was self-employed selling costume jewelry on the internet. She didn't make much, but it was a hobby she enjoyed as it seemed to connect her to the fashion industry. My sister's husband, Douglas, was in the military and seemed to be away in Washington most of the time. My sister did some part-time work but generally was bored at home.
It was not surprising then that both women jumped at the chance to do some modelling. The money was good. For the evening wear modelling, mom was being paid a thousand dollars for taking part in the photo session and would get another three thousand if her photos were used in the 'Ladies Catalog', the 'magazine for the discerning lady'. In addition, mom told me, she would be keeping the dress, which would have been tailored specifically for her, and any make up, such as lipstick, which regulations stipulated could not then be applied to another model.
I sat there in the waiting room watching staff come in and collect an electronic pass from the receptionist at the desk which they then used to open the door next to me to go into the photographic studio. After a while I realized that the door was slow to close behind them and, if I wanted, I could slip in unnoticed, tailgating them.
I noticed a man approaching the door, trying to read his phone at the same time and, as I was bored, followed him in.
I was in a big studio and, as the man I followed dashed off to the right somewhere, I found it easy to stand behind some hoarding props at the back. I could see mom at the front being photographed. She looked gorgeous in a long turquoise dress that clung to her curves without losing her elegance. Her hair was coiffured in a bun that had light tresses hanging, carefully designed to look unintentional. A fringe made her face even more beautiful. She was a natural blonde, but her hair had been colored more golden.
It was not surprising how good she looked. The taxi had arrived at seven this morning to take her for her first dress fitting. After that she was going to the hair stylists for cutting, coloring and blowing; then back for more dress wearing and adjustments, before finally attending make-up.
It had been well worth it. The female photographer was clicking away, taking orders from Mr. Epstein who was sitting behind a bank of computer screens, looking at the photo results. He was a small man and could only just see, when he needed to, over the screens at the live action.
Every now and again, he would shout to mom to change her position. Mom complied, moving gracefully on her stilettos. She had always been able to walk elegantly in heels since her early modelling days.
He would also shout words of encouragement, "You're a credit to your children, Mrs. Thomas. You're a 'mommy' model."
Mom didn't look so happy at being reminded of her age, but continued to follow any instructions he gave.
Suddenly Mr. Epstein shouted he was changing the background color and, with the hit of a button, the white background changed to a very pale blue.
Mom jumped at the sudden change and Mr. Epstein laughed. "Everything is technically advanced now, Mrs. Thomas, the old traditions are no more."
After another twenty minutes of the photographer taking shots from different angles, Mr. Epstein seemed to be near the end.
"I just want some shots taken with a deeper shade of lipstick", he shouted.
At that moment a woman came in by a side door, holding her electronic pass, and walked up to mom. Mom pursed her lips and the make-up artist applied the new shade. The woman then disappeared out of the side door.
The photographer took some more photos, but Mr. Epstein did not seem interested in the result and soon called a close, whereupon everybody else except mom and Mr. Epstein miraculously disappeared.
At this point Mr. Epstein moved away from his control panel and sat on a couch facing mom. Mom walked towards him and stopped nervously about two yards away. I could see why he had not been interested in photographs with the darker lipstick shade. Mom no longer looked so elegant. Her deep ruby lips gave her face a very sexy appearance, which was not what the catalog wanted.
"How have I done Mr. Epstein?" she asked nervously.
Mr. Epstein smiled, "Honey, you were very good. Your photos stand a great chance of me putting them in the catalog."
Mom smiled gratefully.
Then Mr. Epstein continued, "Of course I could decide now that they would definitely be in the catalog. In which case, I would be paying you four thousand dollars now, instead of one thousand."
His hands started to undo his trouser belt.
"My friend, Dick Spicer, tells me that when you were modelling for him, you had one skill in particular that he really appreciated."
His belt was now fully undone and he'd started unbuttoning his pants.
The look on mom's face was a very sardonic smile.
As she walked towards him, she said in a very sarcastic tone, "So not all the old traditions are dead yet?"
I could see now why he'd wanted her to wear the dark lipstick. He'd made her mouth sensuous and inviting, primed for fellatio.
As she knelt in front of him, he'd already slipped his pants and boxers off his legs and was sitting back with his hands behind his head.
"I guessed that mommy could do with the money," he said smugly.
His relaxed demeanor told me that this was not the first time he had expected his model to do her duty.
His cock was looking thickened but was not erect. The carpet mom was kneeling on looked worn, probably, I thought, from his previous performers.
I couldn't believe that mom was going to do this. I knew that the extra three thousand dollars would be very welcome to her at the moment, but I thought that she could never be unfaithful to dad.
I was wrong. Whether it was the money or the satisfaction of appearing in a published catalog I didn't know. She grasped him in her right hand and leant her head forward, sucking him into her mouth. He gave an appreciative groan as she bobbed her head quickly a few times. As she paused momentarily for breath, I could see that he had a hard erection. She bent forward again, but this time slowed it to a steady rhythm.
Mr. Epstein murmured appreciatively. "Oh boy, Dick was right. You really know how to suck cock, Mrs. Thomas."
I thought that his crudity might make mom stop but, if anything, it seemed to encourage her. With each bob, her head started taking his cock deeper down her throat. I could see her hands were busy scratching and squeezing his balls.
Mr. Epstein was groaning loudly now. "Oh Mrs. Thomas, you love my big cock don't you, you dirty mommy slut!"
It seemed to me that Mr. Epstein's description of the size of his cock was somewhat exaggerated. Mine was a good deal bigger.
As mom continued her deepthroating, his cries became louder and louder. And when mom, keeping one hand tickling his balls, pushed her other hand underneath him, he was shrieking in pleasure. I knew he was climaxing when he grasped her head and screwed his face up in ecstasy.
Seeing that a conclusion had been reached, I pushed the security button next to the door and let myself back into the reception area. The receptionist was at the street door talking to a cop as they both looked at smoke which was coming out of a building up the street.
On the spur of the moment, I walked up to the receptionist's desk and grabbed an electronic pass from out of his drawer, then sat back in my chair until mom came out of the studio looking pleased with herself. She was carrying a bag with the dress she'd been modelling. She also seemed to have a bag with the shoes and another with some make-up.
She sat down next to me while the receptionist called a taxi, not saying anything but continuing to look smug.
As we left, the receptionist said, "See you again on Friday, Mrs. Thomas."
He was referring to the lingerie modelling session which was mom's next booking.
In the taxi on the way home she was in a world of her own and didn't seem to notice that I was quiet.
Eventually she said, "You will be pleased to know that your mom was just paid four thousand dollars and I will be appearing in the Ladies Catalog. We can now get you some more clothes for college."
I would need some more clothes for college, which I would be attending at the end of the summer, but I suspected we were talking about only a few hundred dollars.
"What did you have to do for the money, mom?" I asked innocently.
"Oh, just a bit of modelling honey," she laughed.
"What about the blowjob?" I inquired quietly.
There was utter silence for about ten seconds. Then mom said quietly, "I don't know what you mean."
"I saw you," I said bitterly.
Then repeated his words, "You really know how to suck cock, Mrs. Thomas."
Mom had gone pale.
"Dad will be disgusted when I tell him. Mr. Epstein was right. You really are a dirty mommy slut."
Although I knew that I wouldn't tell dad, I was angry and I wanted to hurt her. Mom said nothing and when we arrived at the house, I left her in the taxi and went straight up to my room.
I had lain on my bed thinking very depressing thoughts when there was a knock on my door.
"Go away!" I shouted.
My instruction was ignored as mom pushed open my door and walked in. She was wearing the same body-hugging dress she had been wearing at the studio, complete with high heels and the dark red lipstick. She walked straight up to the bed and looked down on me.
"I think the reason you are so angry is because you are jealous. You would love to be in Mr. Epstein's place, sitting on his couch, having young models give you a blowjob. Well why don't we give you a treat?"
I lay there dumbfounded as mom calmly leaned forward and undid my belt and then unbuttoned my pants, pulling them down my legs. My cock sprang upright.
She was wrong. It was not the young models that were making me jealous but that my mom was sucking Epstein's cock. I'd jacked off fantasizing about mom sucking my cock virtually every day since puberty.
My pants were now on the floor as mom gripped my ankles and pulled me down the bed towards her.
I was incapable of saying or doing anything as she grasped my cock, leant forward, and sucked my helmet between her dark red lips.
I gasped again. The feeling of having my cock sucked was everything I had dreamt it would be. Mom pursed her lips quite firmly as she slid them back and forth.
She paused her sucking for a moment, lightly licking the underside of my helmet, as she smiled and whispered; "Now this is what I call a big cock."
Resuming her strong sucking I began groaning, "Oh you dirty fucking slutty mommy."
My words seemed to encourage her as she started taking me deeper down her throat. I felt her left hand grasping my balls, squeezing and scratching them as her mouth worked on my cock.
I was on the verge of my orgasm, which mom seemed to know, as she eased up on the sucking, keeping me agonizingly on the brink. I was groaning incoherently as mom kept me on the edge for at least a minute. But then, gripping my balls with her left hand, she pushed a finger from her right hand deep into my asshole. At the same time, she sucked my helmet harder than ever.
I screamed in agonizing ecstasy, as my cum shot into her mouth; mom prolonging my climax by squeezing my balls and working her finger in my asshole.
I lay back exhausted as mom smiled at me and said calmly, "I don't think we're going to be telling your father now, are we?"
"No mom," I gasped, as she walked out of the room.
Thursday, the next day, was strange as neither of us mentioned what had happened the day before. I was quite quiet, but mom chattered on as she always did.
It was the Friday morning that the subject arose again. The taxi would be arriving for mom mid-morning. There was no need for any dress adjustments as she would just be wearing the lingerie provided, however, hair and make-up would still be taking up quite a bit of time.
The lingerie session was going to be even better financially than the evening wear session. Mom was to be paid two thousand dollars for the photo session itself, with the possibility of a further five thousand dollars if her photos were used in the Vanity Magazine catalog supplement.
Mom was putting some items in her handbag while she waited for the taxi.
I took a deep breath. "Mom," I said sternly, "you must promise me that, whatever you're offered, you will not give that man another blowjob. The two thousand dollars for the session is plenty of money. We do not need any extra."
Mom looked at me solemnly. "Darling, you're absolutely right. I'd decided the same thing myself. I promise you that I will not give that man any fellatio."
"Great mom," I said. "By the way, I'll be in town later so I can come to the studio and travel home with you again."
"No darling," she apologized, "I don't know when I'll be finishing, so you'll have to get the bus home."
She waved to me as she went off in the taxi and I mused over what she'd said. I was suspicious, feeling she could be very tempted by the extra money and decided to go to the studios anyway.
As I got to the door for the second time in three days, I could see the receptionist again twenty yards inside. I pressed the button of the intercom next to the door. As before, I could see the receptionist inside talking towards a piece of equipment.
"Good afternoon sir, may I ask your name?"
"Philip Thomas,"
"I'm sorry Mr. Thomas. I have a note that says you are not to be admitted. The note also says that, if you called, I was to remind you that your mother will see you at home."
He turned back to the papers on his desk, signaling that our conversation was at an end.
I only waited for a half second, before I began walking down the small street that ran down the side of the building. As I suspected, there was a door providing a side entrance. As I approached it I could see that there was no security button. I opened it tentatively and walked inside.
There was no one around. Some stairs went up to the right, but I ignored those and walked across to, what was clearly, a security door. Using my electronic pass that I had stolen on the Wednesday, I was able to open the door and step inside, what I recognized as, the same studio as on the Wednesday.
I could hear Mr. Epstein's voice and it sounded as if they were coming to the end. I crept to my previous hiding place, where I would have a good view, and took my phone from my pocket, preparing to take some pictures if necessary.
The crew had all gone. Mr. Epstein was back on his couch and mom was walking towards him as she'd done before. However, this time she was dressed in the lingerie. I caught my breath. Her large breasts were spilling out of a half-cup brassiere. She had matching panties, with sheer black stockings attached to a garter belt. Standing slightly sideways on, her round ass looked like it was demanding to be pinched. Black high heels completed the ensemble.
"How did I do Mr. Epstein?" Mom's voice seemed to have taken on a husky quavering quality.
Mr. Epstein smiled, "Honey, you were again very good. Yet again your photos stand a great chance of me putting them in the catalog."
Mom smiled, but she seemed to be expecting his next statement.
Then Mr. Epstein continued, "Of course I could decide now that they would definitely be in the catalog. In which case, I would be paying you seven thousand dollars now, instead of two thousand."
As before, his hands undid his trouser belt and he pushed his pants right off. He reached out for a bottle of oil and poured it over his now very erect cock.
"Now Mrs. Thomas, if you would take off your bra and panties and sit on my salami, I can guarantee the seven thousand dollars."
I wondered what mom was going to do, until she put her hands behind her and undid her bra. I gasped as her luscious large breasts were fully exposed, the darker areolae surrounded her big pink nipples She slowly stepped out of her panties, then walked steadily towards him. As she reached him, she smiled and grasped his cock. With a leg either side of him she gently lowered herself. He groaned as he entered her and, as she settled into her position of straddling him, I got out my phone and started filming.
She placed her hands on his shoulders and began steadily pumping her hips. He was groaning immediately, his hands grasping her breasts.
Mom was smiling, "This is what you want, isn't it? All those skinny young models with flat tits and no ass are not the same as a real woman with big tits and a big ass."
He was whimpering as mom added, "Go on, suck mommy's tits you naughty boy."
Epstein gave a loud groan and mashed his face into her breasts. His hands went to mom's ass, grasping a big buttock in each hand, pulling mom onto him so that his boner penetrated her as much as possible. His hands weren't still. He clearly loved playing with mom's ass. He dug his nails in, then slid his hands around to the side of her thighs, playing with her garter straps and feeling the top of her nylon stockings.
Mom grasped the back of the couch and started fucking him hard, pumping her hips backwards and forwards. He was breathing hard through his nose as he gobbled mom's teats and I could tell by the way he was tensing up that he was about to cum. Mom clearly realized the same when, grasping the back of the couch firmly, she sped up her pelvic thrusts so that she was fucking him ferociously.I could see the muscles in her buttocks working hard as she pumped him. Epstein suddenly gave a shriek as he hit his orgasm. He was sobbing in pleasure as mom relentlessly kept pumping him, draining him of his cum.
I didn't rush out this time as mom would not be expecting me to be waiting for her.
Mr. Epstein was just finishing writing out her check as mom came back from the washroom. He was talking as if nothing had happened after the photo session.
"Mrs. Thomas your photos will be a great addition to the catalog. I'm hoping your daughter's photos will be equally as good when she comes for her session next Monday."
Mom smiled as she took his check and walked out. I waited until Mr. Epstein had left the room and then sneaked out onto the side street. An hour later I walked into our house.
Mom was walking down the stairs. She'd showered and changed into slacks and a T-shirt.
"What did you have to do mom?" I asked sarcastically.
Mom took on the demeanor of being an honest woman wrongly suspected.
"I promise you Phil that I never performed fellatio on Mr. Epstein. I hope you'll believe me."
"Mom," I said sarcastically. "I know you never gave Mr. Epstein a blowjob,"
Mom relaxed into a smile that didn't last more than a second, as I added, "because I saw you and filmed you fucking him."
With that statement, I walked upstairs to my room.
After ten minutes there was a knock on the door. She walked straight in wearing the same underwear she was modelling that afternoon. She was carrying a bottle of oil in her left hand.
As she walked towards me on the bed she said, "I know you would not tell your father about what happened this afternoon, but I've decided to give you a special treat anyway to show you my appreciation for your silence. This is definitely a one-off. We will never do anything like this again nor, of course, will there be any more blowjobs. Do I make myself clear?"
My voice was hoarse as I gasped, "Yes."
"Good boy," she said with a smile.
She put the bottle on the floor and, reaching her hands behind her, undid her bra. Letting her bra fall on the floor, she peeled her panties down her legs and stepped out of them. Then, reaching forward, she tugged my boxers down my legs and, picking up her bottle of oil, poured some over my throbbing cock.
As she straddled me and lowered herself, I noticed that she was taking more care impaling herself on my big cock than she had sitting on Epstein. She let herself down slowly and the feeling in my cock was incredible as her pussy greedily swallowed my boner.
When she was fully impaled, she just sat there looking magnificent, but she was not inactive. Her pussy was squeezing me in pulsing grips. Her big firm plump breasts, with strawberry nipple tips, were firm. She kept upright, her back straight, so that her tits were jutting forward.
I groaned as I lifted my hands and grasped a tit in each hand. Mom laughed and started a steady pumping motion with her hips.
She put her hands behind her head and lewdly pushed her tits into my hands.
She whispered, "I bet you've dreamed of grasping mommy's tits as mommy fucks you."
My groan of admittance made her laugh delightedly as, keeping her fucking motion at the same steady speed, she elongated the strokes taking my cock nearly to her opening, then thrusting back so that it was inside her to the hilt.
I groaned again and brought my mouth up to her nipples, sucking first one teat into my mouth then turning to her other nipple and guzzling on that. As I feasted on those yummy delights, I slid my hands along her nylon covered thighs until they reached the warm flesh at the top of her stockings. Then sliding them further round, I grabbed her ass feeling her muscles working as she rode me.
I could feel my orgasm building and mom could sense it as well as she increased her fucking speed. The sweet hot intensity of my orgasm was my best ever. I was clinging to her ass as I shot my cum inside her, mom seeming to squeeze me with her vagina muscles in time with my spasms.
I lay back exhausted as mom lifted herself off me, blew me a kiss and went out of my bedroom door.
I woke up Saturday morning feeling extremely horny. The memory of having my cock inside mom got me rock hard. I thought about how she had been able to control the sex between us. By being on top it had enabled her to bring me to a climax, but also meant that she didn't lose control. I thought that at one point her breathing had become heavier, but she slowed her fucking action so that the possibility of her having an orgasm passed. I remembered hearing mom telling Brenda that she didn't have sex much with dad. Well I intended to have as much sex with her as possible. I knew I didn't have long, as dad was due home late morning.
I heard mom coming out of her shower and knew she would just have a towel around her. Without knocking on her door, I went straight in. I was naked and mom immediately saw my boner sticking out in front of me.
She gripped the towel to herself and screamed, "Get out now. I made it absolutely clear to you that yesterday was a one-off!"
I walked quickly towards her and pushed her on the bed shouting, "Like hell that was a one-off. I'm going to enjoy you again now!"
As she fell back on the bed, her towel fell off and I quickly pushed open her legs and pushed my mouth on her exposed pussy.
She was screaming, her hands in my hair trying to drag me off, but with an arm wrapped around each of her thighs, I was able to keep my head attached to her sex and lick her clitoris with hard strokes.
After a minute of lashing her sex with my tongue, I could taste her juices and her screams had turned to moans. She was still begging me to stop but, instead of trying to pull my head off her, she was pushing it down between her legs and thrusting her hips up.
I could tell that she was nearing a climax, but just as she was getting frantic, I pulled away from her and placed the head of my cock in her entrance.
She screamed, "Oh No!"
Smiling, I ignored her plea and thrust hard deep into her. Her cries now were a mixture of sobs and sexual moans as I felt her cumming. She screwed her face up in ecstasy as she climaxed with my boner deep inside her.
However, I could tell she was far from finished in her physical desire. Pushing her legs further apart, she was moaning continuously as I really hammered into her.
She had not even kissed me on the lips the day before, but now I put my head down and thrust my tongue into her mouth. She responded instantly, our tongues wrestling. As I continued to kiss her, I grasped a breast in each hand and squeezed them hard.
She was now heading for her second orgasm, but this time I was joining her. The intense pleasure in my cock was intense as I spurted shot after shot of cum inside her at the same time as her own body went into spasms of pleasure.
We lay there for a while cuddling, before she whispered that she couldn't wait for dad to go away again on Monday.
When dad arrived home, he seemed as surly as ever. He didn't seem the least bit interested in the modelling mom had been doing, but did suddenly become very interested as she told him that she had earned eleven thousand dollars.
He was looking astonished as he gasped, "But how, what were you wearing?
He looked genuinely perplexed and mom said, "Look honey, I'll go upstairs and change into the lingerie outfit and you can come up in a minute and see it."
She disappeared up the stairs and five minutes later a puzzled dad followed her. Ten minutes later I heard dad moaning loudly and the rhythmic sounds of the bed creaking. I could picture the scene in my mind's eye immediately of mom, dressed in her sexy stockings and garter belt, riding dad.
I had a feeling of jealousy at first but then consoled myself that I would fucking her in her bedroom on Monday when dad left. However, things did not work out like that. Mom and dad were touchy-feely with each other all weekend, but it still came as a shock to me when dad announced that on Monday, he was taking mom rather than Gloria to help him with his presentations.
Dad's announcement stunned me. Mom, seeing me looking very low, whispered to me when dad was out of the room, "Don't worry, I'll find some way of making it up to you."
When they left on the Monday I was very down until I remembered that my sister, Brenda, was being photographed in the afternoon. The money would not be so important to Brenda, but mom had told me that she was desperate to be included in the catalog.
So it was that in the afternoon I was again walking down the small street that ran down the side of Mr. Epstein's building.
Acting more purposefully than I had three days before, I quickly used my electronic pass to open the inside door and step inside.
I could hear Mr. Epstein's voice as he was shouting out his orders. Finding the hiding place that had suited me so well on the previous two occasions, I got out my phone and waited.
My sister was looking mouthwateringly sexy in her lingerie. Obviously, stockings and a garter belt were a main theme for all Epstein's models. My mom had told me that my sister's pictures would not be going into the mature catalog, but into the catalog of the 'Professional woman with the fuller figure'. And my sister certainly had the fuller figure. If her tits were not as big as mom's they were close, and her waspish waist emphasized them even more. Her ass was beautifully rounded and begging to be fondled.
Eventually the shoot came to an end and everybody disappeared except for Brenda and Epstein. I held my phone in anticipation.
Epstein was explaining the situation. "Well you certainly are a beautiful girl, Brenda. It was well worth you coming for this modelling session. I'm not sure I can use you in the catalog, but I'll think about it."
Brenda gasped, "Oh Mr. Epstein, please say you'll put me in the catalog."
Epstein smiled and as before, undid his pants exposing his hard cock.
"Now Brenda, if you should take off your bra and panties and sit on my salami, I can guarantee you will be in the catalog."
Brenda looked shocked, "But Mr. Epstein, I'm a married woman."
Epstein sighed, "Well OK then, just give me a blowjob."
I could see relief on Brenda's face as she smiled and knelt in front of him. She was soon into a head-bobbing rhythm, all of which I captured on my phone.
Epstein was obviously enjoying it. "God, I love how you married women know how to suck!"
Brenda didn't seem to have the variations that mom employed, but nevertheless Epstein was soon moaning loudly as he shot his cum into her mouth.
I didn't hang around but slipped out and raced home. When I was back in the house, I copied the film from my phone onto an email and sent it to my sister with the following words:
'Hi Sis, you naughty girl. I'm coming round to your place this evening so we can discuss this.'
I suppose it was rather unfair of me to frighten my sister in this way. I didn't intend to force her to do anything to keep me quiet, I just intended to scare her into not doing such a thing again, but then I received a text from mom.
Brenda had obviously texted mom with the whole story seeking her advice. I don't know what mom had said to her in her reply, but in her text to me, mom told me to say very little and just enjoy the consequences.
I'd decided to see Brenda that evening as I knew that her husband was returning home on Thursday.
When Brenda opened her door, she was wearing jeans and a close-fitting T-shirt, her big tits pushing out the tight material.
Brenda sounded angry as she said bitterly, "I don't know how I've let my dirty horny little brother have the advantage over me!"
Nevertheless, she beckoned me through the door and we faced each other in the lounge
"I'm sure you know that I don't want to do this," she spat out. "In fact, even now I may not go through with it," she added tersely.
She was almost snarling and I wondered what on earth mom could have said to her. Following mom's advice, I just smiled and said nothing.
Brenda just stared at me with hatred for a few seconds before she reluctantly knelt on the floor in front of me and began unbuckling my belt and pulling down my zipper. It was at this point that I realized that mom must have told her that, to keep me onside, she had to give me a blowjob.
She ripped my pants down savagely and grasped the band at the top of my underpants pulling them down equally roughly.
I could see the look of resignation on her face as my boner swayed in front of her eyes. She grasped my shaft and bent her head towards it, putting out her tongue as if to lick it, she hesitated.
"You are a disgusting little boy. I bet you'd like to throw me on a bed, rip off my panties and fuck me hard. Well I can tell you now, you're never going to have that pleasure."
She gave the head of my cock a lick and I groaned.
She then carried on slowly licking the mushroom head, clearly not wanting to take it in her mouth.
In between licks, she whispered, "I might not suck you after all. Douglas will understand that we can all make mistakes."
Her licks were getting me frantic.
She ignored my heavy breathing and continued her teasing licking. Impetuously I grasped her head and pushed it down, forcing her mouth to open and engulf my helmet. She immediately started sucking it hard, apparently feeling that having had my knob end thrust into her mouth she might as well finish the job and get it over with.
"You are a bitch!" I shouted as I held her head in position.
Whether it was my aggression or a desire to finish the job as soon as possible, she started sucking my mushroom head fiercely. This was beginning to be great.
I was now groaning loudly but still feeling aggressive as I began to push her head lower forcing my cock down her throat. Oh boy, this was fab. Was there anything better for a teenage boy in this world than having his cock being sucked by his older sister? I was really throat fucking her with long strokes as I felt my cum erupting. I pulled back at the last second so that my helmet was in her mouth and she had to continue sucking, extracting my cum and swallowing it.
I thought about mom's instruction to me to keep quiet and, as I was buckling up my pants, I said nothing.
However, as I was leaving, I turned to her and said, as if to remind myself, "I think Douglas is coming home on Thursday, isn't he?"
I think it was my mentioning her husband that kept Brenda in a silent stare and prevented her from shouting something rude.
I was smiling as I closed the door behind me.
The next thing that happened was that mom texted me again the next day, saying that she had told Brenda what she needed to do for me. Mom again told me to say as little as possible.
When the phone rang, I knew that it would be Brenda. However, what she said caught me by surprise.
Her voice was harsh, "I've spoken to mom and she has told me what I need to do for you. Come round this evening. What do you want me to be wearing?"
She said the question with a bitter note in her voice.
I thought about mom telling me to say as little as possible, so I just replied, "stockings," and put the phone down.
That evening I knocked on her door, carrying a bottle of oil. As she opened it in her bath robe, I noted approvingly that the parts of her legs that were showing were sheathed in black nylon. Her pretty eyes were looking at me haughtily as she led me inside.
She turned to face me and said in a very frosty voice. "I have decided that, on the advice of mom I am going to give you what I know you want from me. I am going up to my bedroom where you can follow me. But I want you to know that I will be completely unresponsive. You'll feel like you're having sex with a corpse."
She immediately walked straight upstairs. I hesitated for a moment before following her. As I walked into the bedroom, she was standing in front of me. She had slipped her bath robe off and was wearing thigh high stockings and nothing else.
I felt annoyed as I was sure that she knew I really wanted her to wear stockings and a garter belt. However, it was difficult to feel annoyed for long, looking at her luscious body. Her breasts were even bigger than I'd expected and were not too far off mom's generous pair. Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed, although I knew that it was for Douglas's return rather than for my benefit. If she was expecting me to get down and get it over with, she was to be disappointed.
I took off my clothes and, carrying my bottle of oil, walked over to her. My boner was swaying before me as I walked round behind her. I don't know what mom must have said to her; probably something along the lines of 'you need to do whatever he says'. I decided to be assertive and see how she would react.
"Put your hands on your head," I commanded.
She didn't move and I knew she was thinking about just running out of the room, but slowly her arms came up and she interlaced her hands on her head.
"That's a good girl," I whispered as I poured some oil on her back between her shoulders, thinking gleefully that she seemed prepared to do whatever I asked.
I massaged the oil into her back, working down to the top of her buttocks. I then gently massaged the oil over her butt. Stepping up closer to her, so that my boner was resting on the crack of her ass, I slipped my hands around her and grasped a breast in each hand. She gasped as I played with her nipples, causing them to erupt in my fingers. I stayed in that position for a while, squeezing her tits and twiddling her nipples with my fingers.
I dropped my hands and turned her around so that she was facing me. She still had her hands on her head and she looked at me sullenly as I leant forward to kiss her. She kept her lips stubbornly closed as I kissed her. I smiled, knowing that I would soon have her begging for my cock.
Keeping eye to eye contact with her, I stroked my hands slowly down across her breasts and stomach, pausing slightly as my fingers started intertwining with her trimmed pubic hair, then I pushed lower, sliding my middle finger between her labia lips. She gasped, losing her cool persona for a fraction of a second, before biting her lip and looking at me with a cold steadfast glare.
I smiled again. My finger had been oily before it had slid between her legs so that, although she was keeping her legs tightly together, I was able to move it backwards and forwards, rubbing her clitoris.
She was breathing slightly harder now and started to move her hands off her head.
"No, no, sister," I whispered with a chuckle, "just keep them up there."
She breathed hard and reluctantly interlaced them tighter on her head.
After a short time, I could feel my gentle rubbing having an effect as her juices made the movement of my finger easier. Her face was beginning to look worried as I found her legs imperceptibly parting. As they did, I slipped a second finger between her pussy lips and began moving them in a circular motion slightly faster. There was now a definite further parting movement in her legs and a third finger was able to join the other two in massaging her genitalia.
Brenda's pretty face was now contorting as she fought the intense sexual pleasure between her legs. Eventually her knees started buckling and I quickly pushed her back onto the bed. As I spread her legs and got between them, she was gasping, looking horrified at the position I had manipulated her into.
I laughed at her discomfiture as I pushed my mushroom head into her opening and drove hard into her.
Her scream of "ARRRGH!" was a mixture of horror and intense sexual arousal.
My cock felt like it was bigger than ever. Fucking my mom had been great, but I had not realized it would be equally exciting to penetrate my own sister. With my boner deep inside my gorgeous sister, I began thrusting in and out. The gripping feel of Brenda's vagina round my cock was delicious. Her pelvis was automatically pushing back at me, joining in my fuck rhythm. leaned forward and kissed her. This time her tongue was eager to wrestle mine. Letting go her legs, I grasped her breasts, squeezing them cruelly as I pumped her hard.
As I broke away from the kiss, Brenda began screaming in time to my stabbing insertions. Her orgasm was cataclysmic and I shot my cum inside her as her screams hit a crescendo.
Her face, as I got off her, was a look of horror at how she'd allowed her body to surrender to my cock.
As I got dressed, Brenda surprised me again by saying that mom had told her that she would have to have sex with me again the following evening and what would I want to do?
Against mom's strictures of me saying as little as possible, I decided to set out my perfect evening.
"Tomorrow evening I'll arrive at seven and then we'll start with you on top fucking me and then, if I'm still horny, I'll fuck you in the ass. Oh, and this time make sure you're wearing a garter belt with your stockings."
She was looking aghast at the thought of anal sex as I walked humming out of the door.
The next evening, I arrived promptly at seven. I had taken one of dad's Viagra pills as I certainly didn't intend to miss out on taking advantage of her beautiful round ass.
I lay on the bed naked, stroking my boner as she undressed. I was pleased to see her black nylon stockings were held up by a white garter belt. She had a determined look on her face as she oiled up my cock and slowly lowered herself onto my erection.
I had deliberately misled her on suggesting that I might not be up to fucking her in the ass after she'd fucked me. I knew that if she thought that being fucked by her was definitely all I could manage; she would try to make it as ball-draining as she could. Now her priority was to ensure that she would empty my balls as much as possible. For this to happen she couldn't rush it. She would try to keep me on a point of agonizing sexual intensity as long as possible to ensure that when my orgasm exploded, I would be completely milked of all my love juice.
She started to pump her hips in a slow steady rhythm. It reminded me of when mom was on top. She kept her back straight with her tits thrusting forward. She locked her eyes into mine and licked her lips suggestively. God she was a sexy creature.
"Is this what my little brother has always wanted?" she whispered huskily, "his big sister riding his cock."
"Oh God yes," I groaned.
I stroked my hands along her nylon clad legs and slid them under the garter straps on the hot naked thighs at the top of her stockings. She smiled coldly at me, still keeping her eyes locked on mine. I knew it was all an act to keep me in my heightened sexual state, but I didn't care.
I moved my hands round to her buttocks. She slightly exaggerated her thrusting to enable me to appreciate the movement in her ass muscles but, although I tried pulling her towards me faster, she refused to alter her agonizingly steady teasing pace.
I was breathing a lot harder now as I moved my hands round and squeezed her breasts. She could see I was getting closer to my climax so she pushed her tits into my hands and put her arms up, clasping her hands behind her head. Her act of proffering her big breasts just increased her sensuality.
As she brought her hands down, she scratched my chest with one hand and put two fingers in my mouth with the other. As I sucked on her fingers, she slightly increased the tempo of her fucking and I knew I couldn't hold back any longer.
As my hands squeezed her breasts and sucked on her fingers, my jizz was spurting up inside her, encouraged by Brenda squeezing her pussy muscles round my throbbing cock.
As I lay there breathing heavily, Brenda looked pleased as she believed that I was fully drained. Unfortunately for her, this was not the case. As she climbed off me, she beheld my still erect boner with alarm.
I smiled as I got off the bed. She seemed to be in a trance as I guided her to a kneeling position on the bed facing the head rail. My hard boner slid into her pussy easily as I held her hips and started thrusting into her, my thighs slapping against her lovely round ass.
Thinking she could escape an anal penetration if I came now in her pussy, Brenda began pushing back, so I held myself quite still while she impaled herself back on my pork sword, desperate for me to reach a climax.
It was while she was furiously fucking me, that I picked up the bottle of oil and splashed it so that it ran down the crack of her ass. Her thrusting on my boner then became even more frantic until I pulled out and pushed my teenage cock into her asshole.
I was then surprised at the effect this had.
Even if Brenda hated the idea of being taken in the ass, her body seemed to love it. As my boner slid up her anal sheath, she screamed and climaxed, gripping the bed-rail. I began banging her ass hard as she continued screaming in her ecstasy.
I gripped her hair and slammed my hard cock into her again and again. As I could feel her orgasming for a second time I climaxed, my cock spasming as my jizz shot deep inside her.
We both collapsed in a heap on the bed.
After about a minute of breathless silence, Brenda whispered, "That brother was amazing."
"I would never have told Douglas you know," I whispered back.
"I know," said Brenda smiling.
"Sis, you'll look great in the Lingerie Catalog." I said.
"Well," said Brenda still smiling, "we can look at it together, whenever Douglas is away in Washington, and then we can fuck."
I just grinned at her.
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