Chapitre 2309: MOTHER AND SISTER PACKAGE
My older sister Jenny was on a terrible low after breaking up with her baby's father whom she'd left home and gone to live with three years ago despite the warnings of family and friends. She was twenty-one then. A year later she became mother to a beautiful baby girl, but that's where the fairy tale romance ended and the horror show began.
To cut a long, miserable story short: After she found out she was pregnant and intended to keep her baby against the wishes of the father, the guy changed from prince charming to prince harming. He treated her like dirt and cursed and slapped her around almost on a daily basis. Soon after, he stopped contributing financially to the household and started drinking heavily.
After the birth of the baby he took the slapping around to a higher level, beating her regularly to the point where she constantly carried cuts and bruises on her body; and had even suffered a fractured rib. Maybe out of embarrassment or in the hope that the guy would eventually change for the better because of the baby, and begin to love her again, she stuck with the douchebag, hiding his ill treatment of her from everyone except her best friend. The guy then started openly sleeping around, which included bringing trashy young women into their apartment while she was at work.
The best friend decided that she could no longer keep quiet about what was going on, so she paid a visit to our family and pleaded with us to go rescue Jenny. By this time Jenny had already lost her job and the guy was hardly ever at home. We found her and the baby in an emaciated state, and she was deeply in debt.
She was overjoyed and very grateful that we had come for her and did not hesitate to come back home. Dad and I hunted down the SOB and after smashing his car, to the pleasure of his neighbors who knew how he treated Jenny, gave him a sound beating that caused him to be hospitalized for a couple of weeks. Jenny's friend had taken photographs of all her injuries and kept the medical reports and a couple of recorded phone conversations; this prevented the guy from bringing charges against us after we worked him over. He told the cops that he had been mugged
A mere two weeks after coming back home, due to regular, healthy meals, jenny and the baby began putting on weight and Jenny developed a glow that had been long absent. Before leaving home Jenny was a healthy, active, fun loving young woman; pretty as a picture and with a perpetual sparkle in her light brown eyes. She was five seven with a deceptive, shapely and sexy figure.
By deceptive I mean that if you were to see her sitting inside a car or standing behind a fence where only her upper body was visible, or saw her in very loose clothes, you'd expect her to be a slim or even boney person, but upon seeing her entire body, especially in close fitting apparel you'd be pleasantly knocked over by her lush figure; the slim upper body flared out generously from the tiny waist into wide, shapely, fleshy hips with full, rounded thighs and a firm hefty backside.
Her breasts are what is referred to on porn sites as 'puffy', being small and cone shaped, standing straight out from her chest with an appearance of all areola and just a hint at nipples, always smooth and shiny as if oiled. She had my mom's smooth dark brown skin as opposed to my lighter tan, the color of our dad. Her eyes had that watery sparkle like a swimming pool that made you think of jumping into them for a swim. I love her to death, and longed to see her get back to her sparkling, lovable self.
Jenny was obviously depressed and had become very lethargic in her movements and speech, never wanting to leave the house and very unmindful of her appearance. Her eyes had become dull and her smiles were few and far apart. Mom and dad told her to forget about working for the next year or so until she was back to her old self and settled emotionally. I vowed that I would do all in my power to bring back the sparkle in her.
I started out by doing little chores for her and helping out with baby. I also complimented her on little things and on her looks. Sometimes I would bring home a little gift for her, things I knew she enjoyed eating, or little things she could use, like perfume, books, inexpensive jewelry, cd's and dvd's.
As I went about helping jenny to find her old self I found that I was gradually beginning to see her in a new way. That is, not just as my sister but as a beautiful, sexy woman. I began noticing with some amount of sensual titillation, the bounce of her juicy ass as she moved about, the upward curve and fullness of her lips, her long shapely legs and thighs, her full hips, her dainty fingers and most of all her cute little breasts. When we were teens I used to tease her in a playful way about her tiny breasts.
Years ago, when she was about nineteen and me eighteen she told me that despite all the teasing she thought I really liked her small breasts and was actually fascinated with them. I told her that she was right I really loved tiny breasts and thought they were sexy, especially hers. She had laughed and playfully called me a freak. Back then there was nothing sexual in that exchange on my part, or maybe it was but I choose not to notice or admit to it.
As the weeks went by I found myself increasingly looking at or thinking about my sister with lust. I started covertly staring at her ass or fat crotch when she was in short shorts or spandex tights. My eyes would feast on her pert tits whenever she was braless which was often. If she wore a short, flowing skirt I would wait patiently for her to climb the stairs to the upper flat of the house so I could sneak a glimpse of her crotch and ass.
At nights I would lie in bed and jerk off to mental pictures of her I had stored in my mind; glimpses I'd gotten of her in compromising positions, like an up-skirt or down- blouse or crotch flash when she happened to be sitting carelessly. I loved it when she walked about with only a bath towel wrapped around her. On a few occasions due to careful stalking I'd gotten glimpses of her in panties only by way of a slightly open bedroom door.
It reached the point where just being close to her and looking at her tit imprint or bare thighs or snugly covered ass gave me a raging hard on. And I used any opportunity to touch or hug or kiss her in a seemingly innocent manner, but which for me was loaded with sexual intentions. I soon devised a plan that would allow me to kiss her every day. This I hoped would gradually melt the ice and sway her in the direction of being hot for me the way I was hot for her. I just had to put ideas in her head.
Almost every day I would use something she had done to compliment her about, sometimes accompanied by a little kiss on her cheek and sometimes her neck or shoulder. All seemingly innocent little pecks between brother and sister and after a couple of weeks I began to sense definite, positive results; she appeared to be expecting a kiss after every compliment. Soon, she began responding by holding or touching me while I gave her the little peck.
One day I suggested to her in an innocent manner, that from henceforth there was going to be a kiss of the day with a stated reason. She said that I couldn't possibly find a reason to kiss her every day but it would be fun watching me try to invent reasons.
The first day I came home from work and after she had opened the door to let me in I planted a quick kiss on her cheek.
"This is just to let you know how happy I am that you're back home and how much I enjoy having you around all the time," I said.
The second day after dinner while she was alone in the kitchen I kissed her again.
"This is for the delicious meal I just ate, I enjoy your cooking," I declared.
The third day I said, "This is my way of telling you how lovely you look in this yellow dress."
The fourth day, a little peck on the neck, accompanied the words:
"This is just because you're the most beautiful sister in the world."
And so, in that manner, I continued to soften and open her up.
One day I accosted her in the corridor between bedrooms and pulling her firmly against my body, planted a kiss on her lips.
"Because there will come a day when I'll want to kiss my beautiful sister and she won't be around so I'm doing it now," I said.
"I hope that day will never come because I always want to be around you; you make me happier than anybody else ever did," she said, in voice threatening to break.
She hugged me tight and the touch of firm, puffy, braless breasts on my chest and the soft belly against my cock caused my sex muscle to rise rapidly. I pulled away before it got a chance to register on her mind - I hoped. I didn't want to push her too fast; what I had in mind was incest, and that is not your everyday 'boy meets girl' sex. I had to be careful. As the days flew by we got closer and my desires grew stronger.
One day, for the fun of it, I didn't kiss her.
She cornered me by my bedroom later that evening.
"No kiss today?" she asked.
There was a half-smile and a little puzzled look on her face. I laughed, grabbed her, and pulled her close and planted a kiss on her lips, letting my lips linger. I felt her fingers dig into my back.
"Because you asked for it," I said.
"Now I feel better. Don't ever make that kind of joke again unless you want to see me die," she said playfully and blushing.
The next day while mom was playing with the baby and dad was out in the garden I heard Jenny tell mom she was going upstairs to take a shower. A few minutes later I hurried upstairs and positioned myself behind my bedroom door as I listened for Jenny's footsteps. When she passed my room heading for hers with a little white towel wrapped around her, I crept up from behind and encircling her around the stomach I pulled her close against me feeling her plump ass press into the half erection in my shorts. I planted a kiss at the base of her neck.
"Just in case I can't think of a reason today and you don't ask," I said.
"Please be informed that you don't ever need a reason," she softly whispered.
She laughed and started turning around. I deliberately held on to the towel as she was turning her body, resulting in it falling away from her and remaining in my hand.
"Oops!" we both said.
She reached for the towel and quickly wrapped it around her, but not before I got a glimpse of the black bushy triangle between her thick thighs and the perky brown tits with their shiny, wide areolas. She blushed deeply and smiling, headed for her room.
We continued the everyday kissing game with a slight change in plot:
"Just because," we'd both say, just before my lips landed.
One day while we were alone at home after she'd finished breast feeding the baby she removed the rag that she usually covered the breast with at such times. Before she could tuck away the breast into her blouse the rag fell to the floor and she leaned over to retrieve it, leaving the breast momentarily exposed.
I stood there staring at the naked breast with its large areola and rich sheen, feeling the growing expansion in my crotch. My eyes latched onto the little saucy beauty and I licked my lips as I imagined myself suckling on my sweet sister's breast, tasting the hot milk. I was so lost in the fantasy that I didn't realize Jenny was looking at me until I heard he voice.
"What are you looking at like that, you're ogling my breast?" she cried out, but not in an unpleasant voice.
I was nevertheless embarrassed, but quickly regained my composure.
"You know how much I like those two little beauties, I told you so a long time ago, don't you remember?" I asked.
"Of course I remember, how could I ever forget that? That was the day I began feeling comfortable with my tiny breasts, the day I realized that being small didn't mean they weren't beautiful or desirable. I've always been grateful to you for that, even though I never thanked you," she replied joyfully.
"Well thank me now," I burst out
She threw back her head and laughed.
"Come over here and bend over," she said, giggling.
I did as she said and she reached up, held my head and pulling me, close give me a big smacking kiss on my cheeks, making one of those mmuaahh sounds.
"Thanks for making me like my breasts, it changed my life," she declared.
During all this she hadn't yet put the breast out of sight.
"Is that the best way you can thank me for such a huge job?" I asked thoughtfully.
"How else can I thank you dear brother?" she asked sweetly.
There was an encouraging glint in her eyes that emboldened me to take the first big step. Make the big play that would send a definite message; then wait for the results.
"I have to admit ... I've always wanted to touch them ... please, just one touch," I said in an anxious and pleading manner.
She looked up at me with an expression that was a mixture of shock and excitement, and I saw her lips quiver slightly as she tried to smile.
"Ok," she said softly.
She looked me straight in the eyes.
"I guess that's not asking too much, have your touch. You deserve it," she declared.
I leaned over quickly and planted a kiss on the soft little brown avocado, licking its little pip with my wet tongue.
"Whoa!" she exclaimed.
She was startled and pulled back like she had been burned or pricked with a needle, but definitely not angry.
"Cheat, you asked for a touch not a lick," She declared in a mock, accusing manner.
"And that's what I did, I touched you. The hand is not the only thing you can touch someone with," I said.
She gave an exaggerated but playful sigh, her sparkling eyes looking straight at my tented shorts for a brief moment.
"You're quite a smoothie aren't you? Well I guess I can at least be thankful that your lips and tongue were all you touched me with," she blurted out, laughing.
Giggling sweetly, she tucked away the object of that sexy episode. Just then we heard the distinct sound of our gate being opened and she nimbly buttoned her blouse. I retreated to my room, knowing too well how long it takes to collapse my tent. it was at that moment that I knew my fantasy of fucking Jenny could be realized if I played my cards well and didn't make any rash moves that could spook her.
During those weeks of lusting and plotting to fuck my sister, I learned two important and lifelong lessons about life: (1) One thing always leads to another, and (2) Crossing certain boundaries gives you the confidence to tackle other boundaries. I learned those two things in a strange way, for since feeling the arousal of sexual desire for my sister, I found that I began looking at my mother in a different way.
Mom was a slightly shorter and a bit stouter version of Jenny. She even had the same kind of puffy breasts like my sister, they were just a wee bit bigger. Prior to my sexual feelings for Jenny I never entertained lustful or unbecoming thoughts about my mother, although I have always been aware of and admired her beauty. But now I noticed with a stirring of lascivious feelings the roll of her plump ass, the lusciousness of her lips, the fullness of her thighs and the imprint of her breasts when she was not wearing bras around the house, which, like Jenny, was most of the time.
I started ogling her while she was moving about in the mornings or at night in her thin nightdresses. I kept my eyes on her when she crossed or uncrossed her legs or when she bent over.
After a couple of weeks of checking out mom's sexy body, I realized that she had become aware of it, because on a number of occasions when I was lost in admiration of her juicy parts I would look up to find her staring at me with a strange but amused look on her face; there was always just a trace of a smile which served to make me know she was aware of my interest and was not at all annoyed. And I noticed also that sometimes she would look into my eyes with an unwavering, challenging gaze while talking to me.
As the days went by I grew bolder in the way I looked at her, and also started complimenting her, but sparingly, on her looks - always out of hearing of Jenny, though - I think she was more than a little bit flattered by my attention, for she started paying more attention to her looks while at home, putting on lipstick and mild perfume. Even jenny noticed it and joked about mom and dad having a second spring. If only she knew.
And so, with bold and unambiguous looks and body language I continued to play with the mind of my mother just as I was doing with my sister - pleasing and priming them both up for the eventual opening of their thick thighs to my lusty twenty two year old cock. I wanted them both to want me, undeniably.
After the breast kissing episode I noticed that Jenny no longer covered up once we were alone at home, but did so when mom and dad were present. It was as if she were deliberately letting me see them because I had reiterated how much I liked looking at them. I enjoyed those times.
One thing I was now certain of is that she was game for a little erotic adventure; what I wasn't certain of is how far she was prepared to go.
One day I decided to up the game a little and test the waters; I kissed her full on the lips, letting my lips linger against hers for a while before gently poking my tongue between them. As she felt the unusual intrusion she started to pull away, but then stopped and opening her mouth, allowed my tongue to enter, but not for long, she quickly flicked her tongue against mine then pulled away and stepped back.
"You're full of surprises, and very sneaky," she said
"Wasn't it a nice surprise?" I asked, smiling.
"Maybe, but I'm not quite sure it's the kind of surprise I would want to experience again," she said with a questioning look.
"Well, maybe you won't, or maybe you will ... as you said, I'm full of surprises," was my reply
I reached out and grabbed her around the waist and pulled her close to me, bringing my mouth to hers, but just as our lips touched she wriggled out of my grasp and stepped back a few paces. She stuck out her tongue playfully at me and then turned and ran away, laughing like a little schoolgirl.
That night I approached her in the kitchen while our parents were in the living room. As I drew next to her while she was doing the dishes, she turned around and looked at me with slightly wet eyes.
"I'm so confused Cliffy," she cried out
"I'm confused too Jenny," was my feigned retort.
I had to lie, just to make her more comfortable. I was not confused; I knew exactly what I wanted and how to go about getting it. Without saying another word I walked away.
Later, lying in bed and thinking about her while stroking my aching tool, I decided that I was going to fuck her that weekend. Mom and dad were leaving Friday afternoon for an out of town family visit and would not be returning until Sunday night. I was going to make my move as soon as the baby was put to bed Friday night. I couldn't help but wonder if the same thoughts were going through my sexy sister's mind.
I dropped off to sleep after emptying a load of hot sperm into a wad of tissue while imagining pumping Jenny's pussy with my hard cock.
I was awakened by a soft sound and light from the corridor flooding my bedroom through the partly opened door. Turning my head I saw my sister standing in the lighted space. She stood there for a minute looking into the room as if trying to decide whether or not to come in. she was wearing a knee length very sheer nightdress that allowed me to see with the help of the light behind her the outline of her juicy figure.
I could also make out the black luxuriant triangle between her thighs and her little erect nipples poking the front of the nightdress. She closed the door carefully and stepped into the room. My cock was already at half-mast and still growing by the time she came to stand over me. I never sleep with clothing unless it is raining heavily and a bit chilly. She sat down beside me, and my cock, in a flash, completed its stretch and spread. I felt her hand grasp the hard hot muscle and squeeze it gently"I'm no longer confused cliffy, I know what I want. I have been dreaming of it for the last two month ... I've been trying so hard to deny these feelings, but I can no longer do that, I've decided to give in to them," she whispered intently.
She squeezed my engorged member hard and pulled on it like a gear stick.
"And I know you feel the same way too," she continued.
"Yes Jenny I feel the same way about you," I confirmed.
I managed to murmur through the ecstasy engulfing my senses at the feel of my sister's hot damp hand wrapped around my pulsing cock.
"I want you inside of me, I want this inside me," she said.
She tugged at my cock with damp fingers and hot longing in her eyes.
"I want it ploughing through my watery depths like a little torpedo, cruising into my every port of entry, all three of them," she continued.
She'd always been known for bursts of poetic speech, so I wasn't taken aback by her descriptive language, but I was taken aback by her frankness. I never would have expected her to be so straightforward and courageous in asking me, her little brother, to fuck her pussy, her mouth and her ass. She leaned over and covered my mouth with hers which was wet and eager. Her flickering tongue and quick, hissing breath in my mouth took me to wonderful heights of not only sensual but loving feelings.
Without removing her mouth from mine she started throwing her leg over me. I reached out an anxious hand and cupped her bushy cunt. It felt like a wet sponge. She gasped as I squeezed it gently. She straightened up and grasping my hungry cock quickly positioned it to her watery entrance, dropping herself onto it without caution. She just let her pussy grasp and slide along it in one fluid movement that had me buried to the hilt in her.
She gave a little spasmodic jerk followed by a hard circular grind. I ground upward to match her move and felt her pushing back as if motioning me to keep still. I relaxed and felt her grip my shoulders and lean forward, back arched, chin up, eyes closed tight, her teeth biting into her bottom lip.
"Oh yes baby brother I like how you fill me up," I heard her whisper
She started to ride me with nice little, controlled, forward and backward movements, punctuated every sixty seconds or so by a hard circular, downward grind. She rode me like that for about fifteen minutes, until sweat was dropping away from her body onto mine. I felt my eruption coming and I reached up and grabbed her two little soft cones, squeezing them tightly as my body began to shake. As my body threatened to throw her off, she ground down hard on me and circled my groin. I heard her gasp out loud and then she was a quivering mass on top of me.
We were both quivering masses. Her mouth sought mine and gushed sweet saliva into it; I drank hungrily. Then she collapsed on top of me and stretched out her legs, her hot wet body breathing heavily on mine, my cock still in her, feeling her walls squeezing and releasing it.
Shortly after she was sliding downward until her mouth reached my center.
"That was port of entry number one; now for number two," she whispered.
She began to lick our combined juices from off my cock, causing it to stir. She grabbed the lengthening flesh and forced it into her mouth and her tongue, lips and teeth went to work on it making me feel like all the hairs of my body were standing straight. Then she pulled away and took my balls into her mouth and I had to concentrate very hard to keep myself from screaming as a mixture of pleasure and pain gripped me. I felt her hand move away from my middle and reach behind and between her legs doing something there.
"Now for port number three darling, just remain still and let me guide you in," she purred.
I felt her lather my now fully hard cock with her sex juice and then she was straddling me and bringing the engorged head to rest against her pulsing, puckered hole that was also well lathered with cum and saliva and vaginal juice. She held my cock steady as she pressed down on it. I felt the head enter her tightness and I grunted with pleasure. She started to push down hard and after another couple of inches were lodged in her, she begged me to push upward hard. After a few thrusts I was all the way into the tight hole and she was gripping me hard with her muscled walls.
The pleasure was so great I couldn't contain myself, and started to grunt and groan as I thrust into her. I knew that I was making a lot of noise, but I was beyond controlling it. I saw her turn and face the door and my eyes followed her gaze. It was then I saw my father standing in the open doorway; there was a gun in his hand. I saw him raise the gun and I threw Jenny off me.
"No, no ... please don't ... please!" I pleaded.
I bent over and started sobbing, waiting for the explosion.
I felt jenny's hands roughly shaking my chest as she called out my name.
"Wake up Cliffy," she cried.
I opened my eyes and realized that the room was covered in dim light coming through the doorway. I turned my head to the side and stared wide eyed at the body sitting on the bed next to me, with hands on my chest. It wasn't Jenny, it was my mother. I bolted upright, knocking the hand off my chest, realizing at the same time that I'd been dreaming. My heat was pumping wildly and I was breathing heavily, gasping and trembling.
"I was having a bad dream," I mumbled
"I know baby, I was passing by on my way to the bathroom and heard you pleading with someone not to do something and then started sobbing. The door was open and I rushed to your assistance thinking it was a burglar and realized you were having a nightmare, so I decided to wake you," she said, with care in her voice
I was still breathing hard and trembling. Mom put a hand around my shoulder and pulled me to her. I dropped my head to her chest and she started rubbing my head with the same hand as she whispered soothing words, I began to feel better and then I felt a strange pressure in my crotch area. Without moving I looked down and saw the hand that I had knocked off my chest when I bolted up - it was pressing down on my hard cock and the cock was jerking as if trying to throw it off.
"Why hasn't she removed her hand," I asked myself.
I didn't remove it either. I let it remain there enjoying the soft touch of smooth feminine flesh. I also became aware that my head was on my mother's bare chest my lips pressing into the upper softness of a breast. The short silk robe she was wearing had come apart. My mind quickly summed up the situation and I cunningly tried to re-enact the receding nightmare horror by increasing my breathing and trembling, letting my head slide lower till my mouth was on the tip of the breast.
"It's alright baby, you'll be fine in a minute or two," I heard mom say
I felt her wrist nudge my hard cock, and then two seconds later nudge it again as if trying to figure out what it was her hand was resting against. Then I felt soft fingers curl around it briefly before suddenly pulling away. Pretending to be sobbing I then opened my mouth and took in the tip of her puffy breast. I began sucking on it. She started to pull away but then changed her mind. After a few seconds I felt her hand drop and squeeze my rampant cock, but then quickly released it.
I knew that I couldn't keep pretending much longer, so I took a final long hard suck and raised my head.
"You alright now baby?" she asked.
"Yes mommy. And I'm sorry ... I don't know what made me do that," I said in a guilty tone.
"It's alright baby, it was your instinct that led you to my breast. It used to be your comfort as a baby. In your frightened state, you were a baby again so you reached for mommy's tit. Don't worry about it, with me you can do no wrong ... I'm your mommy." She said stroking my cheek gently.
"Thanks mommy," I said.
"What was your nightmare about?" she asked.
My mind went into overdrive.
"It was horrible mom; I don't think I can talk about it now ... maybe some other time. Maybe tomorrow night ... and mom, I'm sorry you had to see me like this, I always sleep naked except when it's raining," I said.
"It's alright, I sleep like that too. I got into this robe only because I was going to the bathroom. I have nothing on underneath," she said, giggling.
She got up off the bed and pulled the robe aside briefly. I got a glimpse of her naked, thick body with the black triangle of pubic bush between her thighs.
"See?" mom said, a ton of excitement in that one word.
She fixed her robe and said she was going to the bathroom and that we would talk about the nightmare the next day. She bent over and kissed me fleetingly, on the lips.
"I won't mention your nightmare to the others," she said conspiratorially.
"Thanks mommy!" I exclaimed
The next morning before I left for work I cornered jenny upstairs in front of her bedroom door and quickly pulled her to me. I placed my mouth against hers and she responded by opening hers and poking her tongue out. We kissed for what seemed like a minute straight until she pulled away, looking behind worriedly. Mom and dad hadn't left as yet.
"Mom and dad will be leaving tomorrow evening for the weekend, "Jenny said, an obvious message hidden in those innocent words.
I didn't miss the glint in her eyes, nor the hardened nipple poking her blouse. She squeezed my hand and turned and went downstairs, leaving me watching her ample ass bounce tantalizingly in tight, pink, terry-cloth shorts.
The evening found Jenny, mom and me and the baby sitting before the TV enjoying a sitcom. After a while we got the unmistakable whiff of dad's cologne, followed shortly after by his presence. Prior to that mom had met me in the kitchen and informed me that after dad left for his usual Thursday night outing at a karaoke bar with his pals, she would be glad to talk to me about the nightmare, that is, if I wanted to. I nodded yes.
After dad left we continued to look at the TV for about another hour before I announced, after catching mom's eyes that I was retiring for the night. Jenny smiled at me sweetly and my heart lurched at the thought that she might get it into her head to come to my room.
I lay in bed naked as usual, with a raging hard-on, my heart beating wildly at the thought of what could soon happen - the crossing of the boundary line into forbidden territory. I heard jenny's soft footsteps and soothing words to her baby as she walked along the corridor, headed for their room. Half an hour later I was still lying wide awake when my door opened and mom slipped in wearing a wrap similar to the one she had on the night before, she closed the door and turned the safety latch.
"I had to wait until jenny retired to bed," she whispered.
She turned and looked at my raging member sticking into the air but said nothing about that. She took my hand in hers and gently rubbed it.
"What was the nightmare about?" she asked.
"You, mom," I lied.
"Me, what about me, baby?" she asked urgently.
"Can I be straight up with you even if it's unpleasant?" I questioned.
"You can darling, I'm with you wherever you want to go," she said meaningfully.
"I dreamt that I was having sex with you and dad caught us and was going to shoot me," I blurted out.
"Was this the first time having such a dream?" she asked in a slightly trembling voice.
"Yes," I said.
"But ... you've thought about it before ... imagined it happening?"
"Yes mommy, many times."
She breathed deeply, looked to the roof for a moment and then she was looking at me long and hard. She stood up and dropped the robe off her thick body.
"Baby, I didn't really come here to talk about nightmares, real life is more interesting. Mommy came to your room for sex," she said in a passionate manner.
She climbed onto the bed, the smell of her perfume heightened by the heat rushing through her body. She wasted no time in taking my cock into her mouth. She bit it hard at first, sending sweet pain running through me. Then she started to lick it gently, especially about the ridge of the head as if trying to apologize for the bite. She turned around and deposited her pussy on my face, pressing down hard.
I disregarded the plump, wet pussy and moving my head up, went straight for the ass, sticking my tongue into the puckered flesh and deeply inhaling the mind blowing funky-sweet smell. She began dragging back and forth on my face and within a minute or so she was bucking frantically and climaxing hard against my slimed-up face. I gripped her around the thighs and stuck my tongue into her clenching pussy.
She rolled off me and onto her back, spreading her luscious legs. She pulled me over her and held on to my cock, pulling it down to her waiting, wet hole.
"Fuck me now baby, put your wonderful cock in mommy," she whispered.
With her hand guiding me I eased into my mom's very wet, but surprisingly snug sex tunnel, and as she urged me on I began to pound that fat, sweet pussy fiercely, but yet cautiously for we both had in mind that Jenny's bedroom though on the other side of the hallway, warranted some amount of consideration.
"Yes baby, yes, fill me up, fill mommy's pussy with cock. You've had me wanting this for months," she cried.
She kept up this kind of talk while alternating her words her pointed tongue probing my ear. This drove me wild and I buried my cock deep in her, grinding down hard flattening her mound and lips with my forceful groin. She wrapped her legs around mine and stated to wriggle underneath me. I felt her body tense and then break up wildly into a huge orgasm that she struggled to keep noiseless. I don't know where I got that staying power from, but even after mom had come I continued to pound her wet pussy for a long time. I had been riding her for more than an hour before I felt my orgasm coming. She felt it too, and begged me not to cum inside her.
"Cliffy, this is not a safe time for me; just before you cum pull out and put your cock against my back you know ... anus ... the other hole and come on that," she mumbled haltingly, as if embarrassed for suggesting such.
I felt my load begin to travel from my balls to my cock and I quickly pulled out just as mom raised her legs high pulling her thighs down to her chest. My cock found its head bracing against the puckered hole the same moment I erupted. I felt the first spurt of cum smear her asshole and I heard her whisper hurriedly:
"Push hard Cliffy, push it into me, put the rest of your cum into my hole," she said pleadingly.
As the second load of spunk hit her hole I pushed forward as hard as I could and aided by the slimy lubricant I felt my cock go in, and heard her grunt. I pushed again and felt half of my cock sink into her as I began to spurt more cum into my mom's asshole. I felt her muscles clamp around me as I drained into her. I lay there until my cock started to soften and slipped out, or, was pushed out of her.
"Ooooh! I loved that, honey,' she purred.
She got up off the bed, picked up her wrap and put it on. She leaned over and kissed me deeply.
"Thanks baby, you made mommy happy. I'd love to stay with you all night but I have to go freshen up and be in bed before your father comes home. He should be here anytime now. We will find time to talk about your nightmare again after I come back over the weekend ... if you want to," she said, chuckling and patting my cheek lovingly.
"I will always be here when you want to talk ... forever ... you're so sweet mommy."
"I'd better go before you make me cry from happiness," she said, and turned away.
The next evening I could sense that for Jenny as well as for me it was an anxious wait for our parents to leave. We were constantly glancing at each other as they puttered about. When they finally left I felt the tension in the air cease. I watched as mom's sumptuous ass bounced nicely in the thin, slinky black trousers that she was wearing as she headed out the door. It fitted her very tightly around the ass and crotch area.
A little earlier, while dad and Jenny were downstairs mom had come into my bedroom and kissed me passionately while allowing me to feel up her fat pussy through her trousers. She had even got on her knees and quickly sucked my hard cock for about two or three minutes.
Jenny and I remained in front of the TV for about fifteen minutes as she tried to coax the baby to sleep. She got up, to the baby's annoyance and said she was going to their room. I knew she was anxious for the child to sleep. I told her that I might not remain downstairs either, as I was feeling sleepy. She said it was ok, smiled sweetly, gave me a little wet kiss and went away. Shortly after I got up and went to my room.
A little less than an hour later, through slightly opened eyes I saw my bedroom door swing inside to reveal Jenny standing there in the light from the corridor. I pretended to be asleep as my eyes took in the lush body and beautiful shape of my sweet sexy sister. She was completely naked. My cock raged maddeningly at the lovely sight, and I saw her bring her hand to her mouth as she stood there looking at it. Leaving the door just slightly ajar, because of the baby, I presumed, she walked across the floor and came toward my bed.
She carefully climbed onto the bed and lay down straight beside me. She turned on her side and gently stroked my face, then my chest, slightly pinching my nipples. She kissed me softly on the lips as her hand travelled down my naked body. Like her mom had done the night before her fingers twirled the wooly hair. Avoiding my cock she stroked my balls then cupped them and massaged them gently. Then suddenly they were inside of her mouth and the sweet pain of the dream engulfed me once more.
I opened my eyes and saw that she was on her knees almost backing me, her naked fat, brown ass in the air as she worked over my balls with het full lips and tongue. I reached out a hand and cupped the matted plump pussy and was pleasantly surprised that just like in the dream it was like a wet sponge.
After playing with her pussy for a while, she now, sucking my cock vigorously, I pulled at her body and guessing what I wanted she threw one leg over to the other side of me and eased her body back a little allowing her ass to reach my face. The smell was awesome. I could make out dew drops on her black mat. I nibbled at her fat ass cheeks surprised at their firmness. I spread the cheeks apart and licked between the cracks. She wiggled and snorted. I licked the wrinkled hole and poked my tongue into it. She wiggled again.
I slid lower and licked a passage through the bush to her labia lips. I nibbled and chewed on them then I poked my tongue into her opening. I swirled around in there for a while enjoying the rich smell and taste of a pussy long denied and dripping with excitement. I latched on to her clit and she wiggled again. She released my cock from her mouth and straightened up. Still backing me she brought her hands behind to the bed rail and supporting herself, began to ride my face as I sucked on her clit.
Suddenly her body stiffened, and she made a loud 'aaahhhh' sound and then she was bucking on my face and making noisy, unintelligible sounds as the orgasm touched her all over. As her trembling subsided she leaned forward on her hands, leaving her ass against my face.
I pulled out from under her and with her still in the doggy position I parted her bush and positioned my hard cock at her entrance. Before I could do anything else she pushed back forcefully and I entered her, feeling my cock drag hair into her pussy - She later told me that deciding some time back before coming back home that she was no longer into sex, she had just stopped trimming her bush - I pushed into her forcefully and heard her wince. I began pounding her pussy, enraptured by the thwacking sound of my lower belly bouncing against her ample bootyShe bucked and wined like a porn star against my pummeling, letting go of all her banked up energy and passion. I rode her until my knees felt sore. Then I lay back and stretched out allowing her to continue the ride until another orgasm ripped through her body.
After she stopped trembling I turned her over onto her back, spread her legs wide, entered her and began pounding her pussy once more, she urging me on with little screams and hisses and moaning. When I felt myself coming I tried to pull out, but she wrapped her arm around me holding me tight and bucked under me vigorously as I emptied into her contracting pussy.
When I was spent she asked if we could rest for a little while, maybe sleep for an hour or two. She told me that she had slept no more than two hours the previous night. I agreed and she turned on her side backing me. She asked me to cup her pussy from behind. The wet mound filled my hand. After a little while I felt her reach behind and taking my fingers and rubbing them up in her wetness. She then took one of them and placed it against the entrance of her puckered hole, pressing it in. I needed no further urging, I let the lubricated finger slide into her tight hole.
"Like mother like daughter I thought."
A few minutes later she was snoring lightly, my index finger stuck up her ass.
The baby's cry woke me up. I got up and hurried through Jenny's open door and scooped her up. I brought her back to my bed and managed to fit her mouth to her sleeping mom's tit. I don't know which one of us dropped off to sleep first.
I awakened to a semi-bright room; dawn had broken. I was lying on my back with a puffed up cock lying across my groin, and realized I was alone in the bed. A couple of minutes later I heard footsteps and cracked my eyes slightly. I saw a naked Jenny come bouncing into the room and approach the bed. She had a little bottle or tube in her hand. I closed my eyes and remained still as she leaned over and began applying substance to my half hard cock. She gently stroked the lubed up cock until it was fully hard.
She got onto the bed and straddled me. She took hold of the hard cock and I felt her positioning it between her thighs. She lowered herself till the head of the cock was pressing firmly against her body. She pressed down and I felt a little bit of me enter her. She pressed harder and some more of me entered what I now realized was her ass hole. She bounced up and down a bit and soon all of me was inside the tight chute. She moaned out loud and leaning forward a little began to make crisp, quick movements that sent my cock back and forth - smoothly - inside her lubed up ass.
She quickened the pace, her big, brown batty rising high and coming down hard on the stiff tool in it as she grunted and moaned unreservedly. I could no longer continue to feign sleep - who could've slept through that, unless drunk or stoned to the bone - so I raised myself up into a sitting position and wrapped my arms around her damp back. She found my mouth and kissed me deeply as she rocked my stiff morning wood, which was as happy as a lark with its position in the taboo shit hole.
I broke the kiss and pushed her backward a bit. Leaning forward I took almost all of one puffy tit into my mouth and sucked hard on it. An extra wildness took over her and she gyrated furiously, still grunting and moaning uncontrollably. I lowered a hand and briskly massaged her clit until she gave a loud howl that must have startled the wrens outside the, thankfully, closed window. I held her tight as she rocked out her orgasm. Leaning forward, I forced her onto her back and began to quick-fuck her tight ass in the missionary position. She bit into her lip and with grimacing face surrendered her batty hole to the lusty pummeling.
I jack-hammered the relaxed ass hole for a long time, with her - every now and then - participating with encouraging little wriggles and quick jerks, her thick body totally accepting and appreciating the painfully-sweet discomfort. I felt the familiar glow and tightening, and I lunged forward, flat onto the thick, soft body as I began to cum hard. She wrapped her hands around my back and her legs around the backs of mine as I shot semen into her squeezing and releasing passage.
I pulled out of her and flung myself onto my back, breathing hard as I watched my load, mixed with traces of fecal matter seep out from between her thick butt cheeks.
We took a shower together, cleaned up the bed, and then made breakfast together like a loving couple as baby sat in her high chair smiling at her favourite folks moving about without clothes.I was watching TV with my mother and sister. Of late, I was hornier than I'd ever been in my adult life. So much so that on a number of occasions over the past couple of weeks I'd had cause to scold myself for eyeing up the bodies of my mother and sister, and thinking inappropriate thoughts, not to mention the sneaky 'accidental' touching I engaged in. I wondered if it was like this for men all over the world in these trying times. I lived for the moments when one or the other would innocently give me a glimpse of private parts, especially my sister, whose big boobies which she almost always lugged around unharnessed had become magnet to my eyes in those days and nights of sexual and social drought.
It was nearing five months of lockdown due to the covid 19 pandemic. In my home it was me, mom, dad and my younger twenty-two year old sister. A month before the lockdown dad suffered severe back and hip injuries in an accident, which he laughingly said had happened at just the right time; he was known for being funny. The doctors said it would take about a year for before he walk again, unaided. When not in bed he was in a wheelchair. He spent most of his time up in his bedroom reading or listening to music, as he wasn't a big TV fan, save for news and sports which weren't being played because of the crisis. So it was usually me, mom and sister spending time downstairs, mostly in the living room.
We'd stocked up well before the lockdown, and continued to order delivery service supplies when needed. I took over the caring of dad's vegetable garden, so we had fresh vegetables and also fruits from the many fruit trees in our yard. In four months nobody had left the house. We were determined that we were not going to meet the virus, if it wanted us it would have to come and get us.
I'd seen on Facebook some funny pics of homemade face-masks, one of them, a mask made from a bra cup. We were watching TV when a news item came on about face masks being hard to get because of persons buying up and hoarding. I told mom and my sister Helen about the bra post and they both found it funny.
"You could let me have one of yours, Helen, so I could make a mask, you don't wear them anyway,"
Mom laughed.
"To go where, in the garden? ... You don't go anywhere," Helen said, laughing.
Mom laughed again.
"But, on second thought, never mind; with one of yours I'd have to make a hood," I declared, light heartedly, just trying to be funny.
Nobody laughed. For one minute straight I could actually hear the silence and feel the tension in the air.
"Charles, why do you always have to say the wrong thing ... how could you make a remark like that?" my mother said.
"I'm only joking mom ... I wasn't trying to be mean or anything. You understand, right Helen?"
Helen shook her head in the affirmative, albeit with a serious face, but mom was not finished.
"Joke mih ass ... you know how sensitive yuh sister is about her breasts. Boy you really gotta learn what to say and what not to say ... how many times I told you that?"
"I'm sorry Helen, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings ... you know I love you." I pleaded.
Helen shook her head, "Is okay, I understand."
Helen had big boobs. I'm not an expert in guessing bust size, except for A cups, maybe, which didn't take much experience or knowledge to spot, but I guessed Helen's to be around 40, or is it DD they call it. They were really huge, and she and mom is always talking about the difficulty in finding proper bras. Mom's was big too but not as big as Helen's. While mom appeared to be accepting of, even if not totally comfortable with hers, Helen had not reached that level of maturity or resignation, and seem to literally hate her boobs. Though she never went out the house without bra, not even in the yard, when indoors she rarely wore one.
I think one of the reasons Helen disliked her boobs, was because it just wasn't proportionate with the rest of her. She was slim - well - maybe slim thick, at the most, five foot seven, and didn't have the standard ass of a black woman. Her ass though not flat, as in laughable flat, was not what one would call big; it was just an ass, even though she was shapely with a small waist and flaring hips. So there wasn't that big behind to match with the big front, which would have equated to knockout sexy. She had her share of sexiness though - a pretty heart shaped face leading into shapely, pointed chin, with big, lovely black eyes, a neat mid-sized nose and full sensual lips. Her skin was a smooth mid brown, lighter than mom's darker hue. She wore her hair in a wild frizzy afro style.
I sat there in the spoiled atmosphere thinking about my blunder and how I could make up for it, when out of the blue my horniness and maybe, selfish nature kicked in and showed me a way how I could make up and also have a little sexual fun. Not actual sex, of course, for that would be incest, but fun, like a little feely feely now and then. As far as I knew, Helen had only had one steady boyfriend and two or three short lived flings. The steady relationship had lasted a year and had come to an end a year ago. She was probably hornier than me, I thought.
Two hours after the family discomfort, Helen got up and headed for the kitchen to do the dishes before retiring for the night. Shortly after I got up and mom looked at me with a far from pleasant face, she was still seething, but by her expression I could guess she was signaling to me that another apology wouldn't hurt.
In the kitchen, Helen was standing at the sink, legs crossed with the toes of one foot resting on those of the other - a preferred standing position of hers when doing some chores. Her shapely but not big ass was hugged snugly in pale blue, stretchy short shorts. As I stood there for a moment deciding what to say or do without bungling either, I felt my horny cock responding to the sight of my sister's butt. The short top she was wearing did not reach her waist, leaving a couple inches of skin to be enjoyed. My cock lurched.
I walked over and put my hands around her waist, one over the bare belly above the shorts waist and the other, on and below the low waist, and with stretched out fingers, I was effectively pressing onto her mons veneris
"You know I love you Helen. And I assure you, you're beautiful, big bubby and all," I said, kissing her on the cheek and then the neck.
I felt a little tremor as my lips touched the neck
"It's alright Charles, don't worry about mom, you know how she is." Helen said.
"And you don't worry about these, nothing is wrong with them ... they're beautiful and nice to look at." I said.
I raised both hands and hefted the low hanging, big balls of flesh, then released them.
"Most men would like to have something like these to look at and to hold every day." I continued.
As I spoke I once again hefted her breasts, this time keeping them in my hands and applying a gentle massage.
"Yeah? ... I don't see them lining up," she said sarcastically.
"Maybe you don't give them a chance. Maybe you put up a wall that they can see."
I was still holding and massaging the bubbies and she didn't object or attempt to pull away.
"Look, I am lining up, right here behind you," I said, giggling.
"You don't count, you're my brother ... and that's why you're telling me sweet lies."
"No, I'm not lying Helen, you have really beautiful boobs, nice to look at and nice to hold ... look, I held them and now I can't let go, even though I'm your brother. I just want to hold them all the time," I argued my case softly, while still mashing the bubbies.
"And it's not all about guys, it's about how I look out of proportion, it's about not being able to wear certain tops ... it's about feeling a strain on my back sometimes ... it's about silly guys throwing remarks every time I go on the street."
I dropped my hands and then let them come up under the top, touching bare skin. I took the thumb and nipples between my fore fingers and squeezed them. Her body trembled and her butt bounced against my hard cock. She pulled back quickly.
"These are so nice I can hold them forever," I said.
"Seems like you've been holding them forever. You even listening to me and trying to understand? Or just concentrating on feeling up mih bubby. I think this lock down got yuh in a bad state ... yuh feeling up yuh sister," she said, laughing, once again bumping into my cock and this time letting her ass remain pressed against it.
She continued, "You better go look for some bubbies, brother, these are not the right ones for you."
"Where will I look, it's only you and mom around, and if I have to choose it's gotta be these beauties, hands down." I said, squeezing harder and feeling her ass wriggle against my cock.
"That's it then, hands down Charles," she said laughing.
I continued squeezing and I heard her hiss loudly.
"Please stop Charles ... I can't take it ... yuh making me ... "
"Making you what?"
"I don't know ... just stop ... please ... stop ... listen, mommy coming."
I dropped the bubbies like hot cakes and jumped to the side of Helen, picking up a soaped up cup.
"Got ya!" she said laughing.
"You're a cheat, I'll get you for that ... soon, you'll see."
Two days later, we were about to pass each other in the living room, when I suddenly stopped and looked up.
Shit, john hasn't returned the step ladder, and it looks like I have to fix another loose bulb in the roof. Helen looked up at the ceiling with its sunken bulbs.
"Which one?" she asked, peering at the ceiling.
I reached out both hands and grabbed the nippled area of her boobs, quickly locating and gripping the sizable knobs.
"I told you I would get you back," I said triumphantly, still holding onto the nipples.
She was so taken off guard that all she could do was look down at my hands and the twirling fingers. She started to pull back, but had no choice but to stop, lest she hurt herself because I had them in a firm grip. I watched as she closed her eyes and hissed, then bite into her bottom lip.
"Charles ... don't do that ... I ... loose mih nipples, please," she pleaded
I made a final squeeze and then released the, by then, hardened nipples. For a moment she stood frozen to the floor, eyes closed. I silently walked away. I knew she was almost there; I just had to give her another few hours of thinking about it and arguing with her inhibitions while the feel of my hands was still fresh on her boobs and my words fresh in her head.
The next evening I cornered her in the kitchen after seeing mom go upstairs. My cock was fully hard from thinking about what I was sure would happen later that night.
"Give us a hug," I said
"What for?" she asked, not unpleasantly.
"I want to do a little experiment to prove to you beyond doubt how beautiful yuh boobs are.
She looked at me with eyes that were questioning but ablaze with excitement. We both stepped forward. I took her in my arms and she wrapped hers around me hugging me in a casual way. I let my cock just barely brace her lower belly, but in a few seconds I pressed harder against her. She giggled but didn't pull away.
"Yuh feel that?"
"Who wouldn't?" she asked, stifling a laugh.
"Good, see ... I just leaned against those big beauties and that happened, and I'm your brother."
"That was already hard ... it always hard these days," she said.
"Only partly hard, and that was because I was thinking about them. The rest came from touching them."
It was time for big business, I thought. I stepped back, lowered my shorts and let my cock jump out. She raised her hand to her mouth as she looked at it. I reached out and took one of her hands and brought it to the hard cock.
"You want me to touch it?" She asked, seemingly in disbelief and breathing hard.
I didn't answer. After two attempts she quickly grabbed it and squeezed firmly. Seconds later she let it go and started walking out the kitchen.
"Leave your bedroom door open tonight," I said, walking beside her while tucking my cock away.
Later, I went up to my room, announcing that I was going in to do some reading. I lay in bed naked, under the soft red light bulb, tense with anticipation, hoping that Helen would let me come to her room and finally fuck her for the first time. I saw my door open and Helen slipped in. She was wearing a short, shiny black wrap.
"I didn't want to take the chance of you changing your mind and not coming to me," she said.
She stood over my bed and let the wrap fall to the ground. Shyly holding up the monstrous boobs, she lifted her leg and climbed onto the bed. She lay on her back beside me, a big boob falling to each side. I told her I loved her, then getting between her legs, I crouched and placed my face in the damp cleavage that smelled like talcum powder. I told her to hold the boobs hard against the sides of my head. With the boobs in place I began moving my head and face around passionately, while inhaling deeply and licking the cleavage, at the same time gliding my hard cock against her inner thigh. I felt her playing with my balls.
I rolled away onto the bed beside her, lying on my side as I took a hard, stout nipple into my mouth and began sucking it tenderly. She cooed softly, while holding my cock with a firm grip, as if trying to keep it from escaping. After a while she turned and moved her breast away from my mouth, replacing it with her mouth. She straddled me, and kissed me deeply, her breasts splayed on my chest as she rubbed her clean shaven pussy along the underbelly of my cock. I reached out and caressed the soft, ass cheeks, pulling them apart. She slid backward and lowering her head, took my cock into her mouth. She sucked it gently, her head making slow bobbing movements. She gave a cry and crawling back up held the cock against her pussy and sat down hard, letting it slide up into her.
She squatted flat footed, bouncing up and down and making little, halted moans. I reached out and took the two big balls in my hands as if weighing them, then I went wild, just kneading them frenziedly as she bounced. She sat down hard again, taking me into her up to the base, her face screwed in a mixture of pleasure and pain, it seemed. She bit her bottom lip and rolled her ass on my belly, with my cock like a pestle in her hot brown mortar, pounding soft material into paste. I sat up and tilted her over. She spread wide into an almost perfect split. Her brown body glowed beautifully under the red light. I grabbed the big bubbies, one with each hand as I rammed her with sharp, quick strokes.
She lifted her legs high, pulling them all the way over to the sides of her head. I got onto my knees and continued pounding away, watching her bubbies rolling at her sides. I looked on in amazement as she took each nipple between a thumb and forefinger, squeezing and tugging them roughly, her head thrown back, eyes rolling up in their sockets. She threw her legs back down flat and began winding furiously as if in anger, at some scene playing out in her own head. I leaned over and kissed her and she playfully bit my tongue.
I pulled out my cock and moved upward, placing it in the cleavage, instructing her to wrap her breasts around it. I rode the big bubbies, experiencing a sensation never before felt. As I pumped away between the huge bubbies, I leaned backward and gripped her clit, rolling it between fingers and suddenly she moaned long and hard and began to tremble as an orgasm claimed her body. Shortly after I felt myself cumming. Sensing it she pushed her mouth forward and took in the head of my cock. I shot hot, thick sperm down her throat causing her to gag.
Within minutes she attacked my cock like a ravenous animal, sucking and chewing hard, bringing it back to full hardness. I pushed her over onto her side and spun around without my cock leaving her mouth. She raised a leg and I fitted my head between her thighs. She clamped my head as I eat her pussy, us writhing against each other's face in unbridled lust, brother and sister with nothing but fuck on the agenda.
I placed my sex charged sister on her knees and elbows and led my cock into her pussy. She pushed back hard against the intrusion. I pulled back and returned fire harder, sinking sturdy muscle into her soft depths. She grunted and turned her head around to look up into my face with a challenging smile. Still looking at me she rolled her ass and I smacked it. She rolled harder and I smacked it harder. She bucked and flounced with the huge cock buried in her. I could see her bubbies lying on the bed, partly under, partly outside of her. She turned and looked at me again, still with a challenging look. An idea flashed in my head. I spat a huge glob of saliva in my hand and moved it to her little anal doorway. I lathered it carefully then eased my forefinger into it. The finger was immediately clamped by contracting and opening walls as she rolled her ass seductively.
I continued pumping her pussy with cock while pumping her ass hole with finger. She was gyrating frenziedly under the titillation of the double penetration. I took out my cock from her pussy and kept the finger pumping her anal passage. She oohed and aahed happily so I let my middle finger join the forefinger in her tight ass. She immediately pushed backward and began a slow wind, as if wanting to savour every minute of the finger ass play.
I said, "Wait a minute, don't move,"
I pulled out my finger and hopped off the bed. I collected a bottle of oil from a three tiered glass shelf on the wall. I squeezed oil onto my cock and lathered it. I the stood over Helen and squirted oil into her ass crack directly onto the little hole that was pulsating in anticipation of being probed again. Instead of getting back onto the bed, I told her to turn around. I dragged her to the edge of the bed and she assumed her previous position on hands and elbows, ass high. As she felt my cock touch her body, she looked around like she'd been doing minutes ago. There was passion in her eyes and a little smile on her full lips.
I pushed forward, moving aside restricting wall muscle and slowly entered the tight anus, and the smile on her face slowly turned to a grimace as hard cock penetrated her ass. With gritted teeth and a grimacing face she continued looking back and up at her big brother making his way into her ass. She moaned hard and breathed out heavily as if blowing away the pain from her stretched passage. I began to move in her batty hole, as she somehow managed to keep her eyes on me as if guarding valuables. I pumped her ass slowly, with shallow strokes until I noticed the smile returning to her face, albeit mixed with some pain. I made about half a dozen deep strokes, causing her to tremble and blow hard again.
I stopped the deep probing and began making quick half-length strokes. She turned around, resting her forehead on the bed. I watched as she began to move slowly, rolling her ass under my thrusts, I picked up speed and she followed suit. My hips rolled and thrust with fervor, hers rolled and bucked with equal fervor as if we were trying to outdo each other. She spread her elbows wider and came to rest the side of her face on the bed. I gripped the damp hips and pounded away merrily. I felt the build up inside of me and I increased speed, heading for the finish line. I freed one hand and reached under, taking hold of the clit and rolling it down at the base between thumb and forefinger. We were locked in that steady rhythm for about two minutes until I heard her gasp and her body began to shudder. I held her tight and ten seconds later experienced my own blast off, the force of which knocked her off her knees and
"Oh gawd, wooooooo!" She cried as I wet her insides with thick fluid.
Two weeks later, Helen had gone into the yard to hang laundry on the clothes line and I was walking past mom seated on her favourite sofa in front the TV. I heard her voice and stopped, leaning into the backrest of the chair"Your sister seems very spritely these past couple of weeks; nice to see her happy for once, though, wonder what you told her that night when you went to the kitchen ... to apologize, I think." Mom remarked, smiling up at me.
"I told her that I love her and that she's beautiful, big bubby and all and there's nothing at all to be ashamed of ... and please don't tell me I said the wrong thing again."
"Nah, that sounds about right ... under the circumstances," she said
I walked around to the back of the chair and leaning over put my arms around her neck, letting my hands fall to her breasts, which was bare under the blouse.
"Don't be jealous, I love you too mom, and you're also beautiful, big bubby and all," I said letting both hands grip the mounds of flesh and gently squeeze the plump nipples.
"Thank you son, I needed that," she said, then as realization dawned on her, she grabbed my hands and pulled them away from her soft boobs, looking around sharply at me.
"Yuh lil scamp, what wickedness is that?" she said laughing haltingly.
I could tell from the look on her face that she wasn't too sure whether to laugh or be angry.
"I hope you didn't do that to Helen," she said looking me in the eyes.
"Nah, I wouldn't risk that with Helen."
"Oh, but you'd risk it with me!" she said
"Yeah, because you're my mother, you wouldn't kill me for that, but Helen would, or break a plate or bottle on my head."
"Good, glad you're smart enough to realize that, so you won't try it," she said.
"I don't have to, when I've got you," I said dropping my hands quickly and once again squeezing her nipples and also massaging the big globes.
"Boy, why yuh so wicked and sneaky? ... You ain't grown up yet, yuh know, only play, play all de time." she said throwing a punch at me, that I evaded and ran away laughing.
It became a game with us after that. At least once a day, providing Helen was not around I'd wink at mom and make a move like I was heading for a little squeeze, and she would hop away or I would pull back and we'd both laugh. Three weeks into it when she'd got comfortable with the 'almost' game, I saw her standing by the back door looking out. I positioned myself behind her and slowly put my arms around her, holding my hands far out in front of her so she could see it. I moved my hands in slowly, but she stood still, probably thinking I was going to do the usual and pull away at the last moment. I grabbed her braless breasts and massaged them vigorously, then twirled her nipples between thumb and forefinger.
She spun around, eyes blazing passion, lips trembling. I tilted her chin and found her mouth with mine. She wrapped her hands around my neck and pressed her body hard into mine as we kissed each other hard. Then she broke the embrace roughly.
"Don't do that Charles, stop ... this game ends today, yuh hear me?"
I nodded, "Okay mommy, I won't do it again if yuh don't want to." I said, knowing it to be a lie.
I knew that it was too late for either of us to deny the need. I just had to bide my time.
"I sorry mommy, ah doan know what get into me," I said, looking down to the floor.
"Is alright baby, I know, I understand what's happening ... it's this blasted lockdown, scaring us, all of us, making us think stuff we shouldn't be thinking, wanting things that's not for us to want ... yuh know ... is everybody going crazy, everybody," she said, trying to explain away the fire of incest raging in her
I left her alone after that as far as our little game was concerned ... but I was biding time, waiting for the right moment.
The next week, that moment came. For the first time in five months Helen went out. She put on her mask, packed away sanitizers in her bag and called a taxi. She had to go do some necessary paper work for admission to university in the coming school year providing things got back to normal by then.
Minutes later I saw mom head for the bathroom, smiling at me as she walked by. I wondered why she hadn't used the upstairs bath. When she was passing back after her shower, a big white towel wrapped around her full, dark body, I got up and walked along beside her. Unlike Helen, mom had the ass and thighs to match her big boobs, so she was quite a sight wrapped in the towel.
"Somebody is smelling and looking so sweet today,"
"Yup!" she said, looking at me and smiling.
We climbed the stairs.
"Preparing for a date or something?"
"Yes, you jealous?"
"Nah ... just fill me in with some of the juicy details when you're back, and I'll be good."
"Will do," she said, smiling sweetly once more.
We reached her bedroom and she stopped and turned, reaching for the door handle. I grabbed her hand and pulled her away.
"Charles, what you doing." She said, but allowed me to drag her along.
I pulled her into my bedroom, and closed the door behind us.
"Charles honey, I thought we promised," she said, eyes searching mine.
I looked at her steadily.
"Yuh really want to keep that promise mommy?"
"Oh baby ... baby" she cried, stepping forward.
She raised her hands and loosened the towel, letting it drop to the floor. She threw her arms around my neck and holding tight hopped up and wrapped her thick legs around my waist, her heavy body almost knocking me over, but, bracing with all the strength in my five foot eleven, one hundred and eighty pounds body I managed to stay on my feet, supporting her two hundred or thereabout body with my hands under her big butt cheeks, fingers sunk into the damp, bath-cold flesh. She kissed me passionately as I walked her to the bed. I let her down on the edge of the bed and quickly lost my shorts. I slipped to the floor and buried my head between the thick thighs, my tongue reaching for the clean shaven vulva with its little triangle of black hair above. My tongue pierced the thick, freshly bathed lips. I felt her hand on my head, restraining my search.
"Not now baby, we can do that later ... just fuck me right away ... put yuh cock in me, ah been waiting too long.
I got up, pressed my cock to her pussy and with the help of her guiding hand, rammed the hard fuck tool into her and immediately started pounding away. She cried out.
"Yes, yes, yes ... oh baby ... uh, uh, ooow!"
She threw her legs onto my shoulders, and I leaned forward, pressing her knees to her big bosom and started pounding the thick pussy of my sweet mommy. She cried out, but then covered her mouth with her hand, remembering that her husband, my father, was in the next room, I pounded her for about three minutes, deep and slow, then moved to a slow grind and wind, buried to the base in her, and when I moved from that to a steady onslaught of short, quick jabs, I heard her suddenly whisper:
"Oh mih god ... Charles ... ah coming already ... this never happen so quick before."
She covered her mouth with her hands, muffling her cries as her body shook. Luckily my bed was less than a year old, with a firm and steady mattress, because the way she bucked like an unbroken filly, an old bed would have given us away to the person next door. I remained still, just holding her like a patient rodeo cowboy in the saddle of a frisky filly.
She pushed me off her and onto my back. Kneeling between my legs, she lowered her head and began sucking my cock, her head bobbing vigourously. She chewed and sucked and licked hungrily, even swallowing my balls at one time, sending sweet pain through my body. And then she was riding me, at first with steady up and down movements, her feet planted flat on the bed, and then with her inner thighs and knees gripping my sides as she made quick, jerking back and forth thrusts, hissing all the time from the sweetness of the son-cock in her pussy. Her big boobs were swaying all over the place. I reached up and grabbed them, massaging the soft globes, and then it was me uttering a stifled outburst as my body teased by her expert jerking waist, surrendered to the explosion of built up emotions and stimulated nerve endings.
When I was done cumming we both lay on our backs holding hands like loving teenagers.
"What about the promise mommy?"
She laughed, "To hell with the promise, those things are made to be broken ... but we have a little problem, Helen won't be going out again anytime soon. We will have to settle for little quickies, which will call for good timing."
"We can do it," I said.
Mom hopped off the bed.
"That was a long shower ... I gotta go take another quick wash and then go get dressed. I hope Derrek doesn't notice anything. From now on it will call for good timing to keep our secret safe." She said, chuckling.
Her eyes were sparkling with excitement as she talked and wrapped herself with the big white towel. I admired the thick batty bouncing under the towel as she sped out of the room. I put on my shorts and went to my window, which overlooked the street, and there was the taxi that had left with Helen half an hour ago. Helen was going into her purse for the taxi fare. I rushed to the upstairs bathroom, hoping mom hadn't gone downstairs, and knocked once before bursting into the bathroom, the door of which was fortunately not locked. Mom pulled back the shower curtain. Her skin was dripping water.
"We can't ... maybe later ... or tonight," she said, smiling.
"Helen is back," I whispered.
"Oh mih god," she cried, bringing her hands to her face.
I reached out and quickly gave the wet pussy a firm feel before closing the door and hurrying away.
I made it down the stairs before Helen had opened the door. She found me in the kitchen with bread and stuff for a sandwich. She informed me that when they were halfway she got a call telling her that the appointment had been postponed until the next day.
"Where's mom?" she asked.
"She's gone to assist dad with his shower, I think"
Helen pulled my hand and led me to the bathroom. She pulled down my shorts and got on her knees. I quickly pulled her up, not wanting to take the chance of her smelling her mother's pussy on my cock.
"We only gat time for one meal and I is de hungry one, yuh interrupted me from eating my sandwich, I will eat you," I declared.
She laughed out and as I got down on my knees she pulled up the black dress skirt that she had worn for the meeting. I pulled aside the leg of the panties and went straight for her clit. She came within three or four minutes. While she was still trembling with pleasure I got up and pushed my hard cock into her dripping pussy. She leaned against the wall with one leg on the toilet seat as I pounded her, while she sucked her thumb like a little girl. I unbuttoned the blouse and pulled the bra up, letting the big flesh melons fall out. I lifted one and brought it to my mouth, finding the nipple and sucking hard on it while I hammered her pussy.
After about five minutes passed and I was nowhere near to an ejaculation, I lied, telling her I heard movement upstairs. I pulled out of her and pulled up my shorts. She quickly fixed her panties and lowered the skirt then buttoned up her blouse. We hurried out of the bathroom and into the kitchen where we began making sandwiches together, exchanging conspiratorial smiles.
It was not easy keeping inappropriate thoughts or actions at bay when, due to the Covid 19 pandemic I found myself confined to home, going on six months, with my only housemates being my twenty-five year old, half black, half Indian sister, Laila, and fifty year old, very light-skinned, Indian mother kamala. Especially when the sister, a light brown, smooth-skinned, definition of eye candy, habitually wore the skimpiest clothes imaginable about the house and could be seen from time to time flitting between bedroom and bathroom in panties only -- not to mention she showed no modesty when sitting or lying on the sofas and even breast-fed her one year old baby without a covering rag.
As if that was not enough provocation for my twenty-one year old raging libido which before the lockdown had grown used to ridiculously regular sex over the last three years, there was the added eye torment coming from my thick Indian mother who, though not guilty of the above mentioned transgressions of her daughter, did regularly wear short spandex tights and close fitting shorts made of soft stretchy material and often went braless in thin vests and blouses. To her credit though, my mother looked more like forty than fifty, and maybe knew it, so in her mind there was nothing wrong being like that in her own home.
Not a day passed in my house without me being greeted by one or more of the following -- camel toe, thick, bare thighs, bouncing ass and breasts, prominent nipples and sometimes fully naked breasts. There were days when they all ganged up on me together. Mommy was five foot three, and thick, about one hundred and ninety pounds. Her backside was big without being round or high; it was just a broad fleshy chunk of sexy looking femininity, tapering out from a relatively narrow waist, and leading into thick hips. She had big, bright light brown eyes, a straight longish nose and a wide full-lipped mouth on a well sculpted oblong face. Her butt length jet black hair had only a few stray threads of grey and her bubbies were a firm looking B cup size.
When not watching TV we would play cards or games like scrabble, monopoly, checkers, Ludo and snakes and ladders. Most times we'd be sitting on the carpeted floor, with the both in front of me, driving me crazy. Mom sat decently most of the time, with only occasional flashes of fat crotch, but there was still her thick thighs and prominent nipples always on display. Laila's crotch was always there for perusal, even when she wore skirts -- short skirts -- she just didn't seem to know how to sit decently, or just didn't care. Laila was a slim-thick, smaller version of mom except she was three inches taller, a cup size bigger and had a big round ass, gifted by her black genes. They looked like big sister and little sister.
For the first month or so I would glance without particular interest, or without taking note of detail. But eventually I started noting detail and tried appealing to decency to keep me from deliberately looking or thinking about what I did not want to deliberately look at. But then my reserves of decency and inhibitions ran dry and I started ogling when I could without being observed, until I suddenly told myself 'what the heck' and started ogling barefacedly -- if the ladies were bold enough to show I was bold enough to look. I knew they were aware of the sensual undertone, I saw the blushes and the questions in their eyes -- 'what you looking at?' -- Whenever my eyes lingered inappropriately.
As the days of the lockdown went by I found myself looking at my mother and sister with progressing sexual desire and my imagination produced the wildest erotic scenarios that resulted in me wanking myself to sleep most nights. It is said if you can imagine it, you can achieve it. I decided that for the sake of my sanity I needed to stop this junior league imagining and wanking and move up to the bigger game. I was going to 'achieve'.
I was primed up and ready, like a jungle hunter, waiting for every opportunity that presented itself for physical body contact with the two available female prey driving me crazy with lust in my home. It was my plan to gradually get them used to casual but intimate touching, which I hoped would spark some fire and longing in them. I suddenly became a hugger and a toucher and prone to accidental bumping into one or the other.
We did some drinking, because there was lots of booze in the house, a whole cabinet full. Both my dad and Laila's husband worked on an ocean going vessel, and whenever their ship came in, would bring home bottles of alcohol from all parts of the world, and sometimes cases of beer, but they were hardly ever home to entertain, so the stuff piled up. The last we heard, their vessel was holed up somewhere in Europe under quarantine. As I worked my plan I had hoped that alcohol would loosen them up, but was wrong. They knew their limit and stuck to it, never allowing themselves to be more than slightly tipsy. I couldn't help wondering if the two fuckers suspected I was hoping for them to them get drunk and vulnerable, and were deliberately denying me the pleasure.
Laila and I were packing away government supplied foodstuff and sanitizing liquids in kitchen cupboards. We had also received stuff we'd ordered and had delivered from a nearby supermarket, so it entailed a lot of unpacking and repacking to get things in order. A lot of stuff was strewn around our feet. Laila stepped back onto a can of beans lying lengthways on the floor and sprawled as she started to fall. Moving quickly I grabbed her, going straight for the full young lactating breasts. I twisted hers and my body to bring her down on me with her sitting between my legs, backing me, and my hands gripping the soft breasts. We both broke out laughing, while my hands still held on for dear life to my sister's boobs.
Laila started to get up and looked down at my clinging hands.
"Like yuh hands stick on to mih bubbies," she said chuckling.
Without letting go of the breasts, I replied.
"Yuh noticed eh ... geez, these things feel so good I don't want to let go of them."
"I can understand, brother ... it's been a long time since yuh hold one, I know how yuh must feel ... but yuh gotta loose them so I could get up," she said, throwing back her head and laughing.
I quickly, but reluctantly let go of the breasts, because just then we heard our mother's approaching footsteps.
Later that evening, Laila was in the kitchen making roti. I approached her, and pressing my nose to her hair, said:
"You smell like roti."
She replied, "Well, I'm making roti, and in case yuh forgot, I have roti in me."
What she meant was that she was mixed with Indian. Our mother is Indian and our father black. Roti is an Indian staple food, and sometime during the late nineteen sixties or early seventies guys started using the word roti -- not in a derogatory way -- to refer to Indian girls. I then quickly licked her neck with a wet tongue. Her body shivered.
"And you taste like dhal." I added, laughing.
"Brian, you full of shit," she said giggling, her face blushing red, no doubt from the unexpected intimate touch, which I guess stirred familiar sexual feelings in her body
"I think there must be curry somewhere on you," I said, looking down to below her waist.
Again, she blushed, obviously flustered.
"Boy, go find something to do and leave me alone," she cried out nervously.
I moved to a chair and sat there watching her cook. She would take a hot roti off the baking pan and put it into a two litre plastic ice cream container and shake it up vigourously. Originally, the person cooking roti, would throw it up into the air, repeatedly clapping it between both hands to give it a soft fluffy texture. But somewhere over the years, somebody had come up with the idea of instead of burning tender palms, to just chuck the damn things into a container and shake it roughly for the same effect. Mostly the younger girls did this while older women stuck to the traditional clapping. Every time she shook the container her full unharnessed breasts would shake seductively under the thin sweater, making my eyes blaze and my cock throb. Upon noticing me staring at the action, she said:
"Nothing like thinking outside of the box to make things easier, eh." Referring to the novel idea of clapping roti in a container, instead of with bare tender palms.
I continued watching the bubbies bounce and feeling my cock throb. She suddenly stopped mid-shake and looking at me with knitted brows asked:
"You looking at how I clapping roti, or yuh eyeing up mih bubbies?"
"Both, and also I doing some thinking outside the box," I said, looking into her eyes with a steady gaze.
"Which box you thinking outside of?" she asked.
I got up from the table and walked to within eighteen inches of her. I could see that she was breathing hard as she wondered what I was coming with. Her eyes appeared dilated. I guess she knew from my stares and actions of late and the little tongue play on her neck minutes ago, coupled with my hands on her breasts earlier that day, that a storm was brewing and shit was imminent.
"The box that says I shouldn't enjoy looking at my beautiful sister's body parts or be wanting to touch them."
She visibly shook, as if on weak legs, and managed a trembling-lipped smile. I stretched out my hands and covered both bubbies, immediately massaging them gingerly. She stood still as if stunned. It was several seconds before she shook her chest and stepped back, breathing haltingly, eyes ablaze.
"The feel yuh got yesterday sweetened yuh eh, yuh want more," she said.
"Yes, I want more, a lot more."
"Well, I, sorry for you, but these bubbies don't belong to you, so yuh can't get more," she replied.
"I could look after them in de absence of de rightful owner," I said.
She burst out laughing, "Brian, boy go watch TV and leave me let me cook in peace ... you playing fresh ... and yuh seem to be going crazy ... you forgetting I is yuh big sister."
I laughed and walked out of the kitchen.
Two days later in the early morning Laila was again in the kitchen making roti for our breakfast when I entered, body and mind heeding the urges of a stiff morning wood, standing straight up past my boxer shorts waistband. She was on the last two. When she plopped the last one into the bowl, I went up to her and like I'd done before, I poked my nose in her hair and said
"You smell like roti." She didn't reply, only smiled broadly.
I licked her neck and said, "You taste like dhal."
She laughed out loud. While she was laughing I swiftly raised her vest and lifting a heavy breast, put my mouth to the nipple and sucked hard. Milk flowed out into my mouth.
"Nice tasting dhal, you're a good cook ... I think I'd like to taste some of that curry yuh got down there," I said, looking below her waist.
She was wearing short, shorts. She backed away, giggling, but I stepped forward and grabbed her around the waist, holding her from behind, her soft plump buttocks bracing against the morning fire stick in my shorts.
I dragged one hand down her belly to the shorts waist. Flattening my palm I let it slide down past the soft and slack material of the shorts and under the flimsy panties waist until my fingers glided over bush and found the cleft mound. I moved aside the lips and entered hot feminine terrain. She gasped and tried to shift away but I held her firm, and curving my middle finger, sent it up into her, she made an encouraging roll of her hips and I took that as cue and began finger fucking her as rapidly as I could in the confines of her two pants. I kissed her and she responded by sending her tongue into my mouth, flickering wildly. I captured it and sucked on it, suddenly she broke the kiss and tried to wriggle away from the finger.
"Stop, suppose mommy come in here." She cried, her voice full of concern.
"She won't come out now, she doing she meditation."
"We don't know that for sure," she countered.
"Okay, come," I said.
I took my hand away from her wet pussy and grabbed the waist of the shorts, pulling her behind me.
"What yuh doing Brian? ... Wait, we can't ... not now, another time ... maybe tonight when she sleeping." She begged.
I wasn't buying any of that. Her feelings and mind could change before night came, I had her hot and ready and wasn't keen on giving her a chance to cool off and reconsider; I was intent on fucking her sweet pussy there and then. I pulled her into the toilet. The toilet and bathroom were separated by a wall. I locked the door.
"Suppose she come to use the toilet?'
"Shhhh! was all I said, as I started pulling her shorts and panties down.
I got down on my knees in front of her and she immediately lifted one leg onto the toilet bowl as my mouth touched her thick inner thigh. I licked and sucked on the juicy, eye-fattening thickness. Then I moved to her pussy. I inhaled the stale overnight odour, and poked my tongue into the pink cup. I licked it with long strokes and she grasped my head and started gyrating against my face. I took the clit into my mouth and sucked it teasingly. I sent two fingers up into her as I sucked the stiff clit. My fingers moved piston like in the wet, tight pussy, bringing soft cries from her.
I alternated between flicking the clit with my tongue, probing its tip and sucking on it under the pressure of a twirling tongue. The long months of sexual inactivity had her well primed, within a few minutes she moaned and began to shudder as an orgasm hit her. While she was still in spasms, I got up, pushed her against the wall, crouched and sent my dick tearing into her. She replaced one leg on the toilet bowl and I lifted the other one off the floor, keeping it up in the crook of my arm. I pounded her fast and furiously while massaging a clothed breast.
"Yuh got to hurry, before we get caught." She pleaded.
"That what I doing."
I nudged her leg off the toilet bowl and onto the floor, raised the hem of her vest and found a nipple with my mouth. I sucked hard on the nipple as I pounded away, drawing hot milk. With my fingers sunk into her plump behind, holding her firm, I jerked my hips rapidly, moving hard dick back and forth in Laila's juice slick cunt. Within another couple of minutes my swollen dam of pent up desire broke and suddenly I was shooting cum up my sweet sister's pussy. I held her tight as my body shook with mind blowing ecstasy.
Laila sat on the toilet and pissed, then wiped her pussy clean, while I leaned against the wall in a daze. She unwrapped tissue and tenderly cleaned away her juice from my half erect cock, then kissed it, flicking the head with a wet tongue.
She looked up at me, giggling and holding her hand to her mouth.
"We, just fucked ... I can't believe it little brother ... you fucked me ...oh lordee oh," she cried out, looking shocked.
She got up and kissed me hard.
"Let we get out of here before it too late," she said.
As we came out the toilet we saw our mother turn into the passage way.
"Some one of you used the bathroom, I guess" she said, smiling.
We both laughed. It was up to her to guess who the imagined culprit was.
We heard the toilet door close and looked at each other with tender eyes. But seconds later the expression on Laila's face changed.
"I forgot my panties on the floor," she cried, worriedly.
"No problem, it would only show that you were the one in there."
"But it's damp with my pussy fluid from when you were touching and feeling me up." She said.
"What makes you think she's going to examine it for clues," I said, in an effort to assure her there was nothing to worry about.
"It might have looked suspicious to her, the two o' we coming from there the same time ... but I hope you right." She said.
That evening Laila and I agreed that I would come to her room after we all retired for the night. As planned, I let about an hour pass by for allowing both Laila's one year old baby, and mom to fall asleep soundly.
When I entered the room, which had only a night light on, I saw Laila's five foot six, thickish body, lush and naked, sitting on the edge of the bed. One leg up on the mattress and spread wide; a sight that nearly made me cry out with passion. Her curly black hair was let loose like a lion's mane around her pretty oblong face. I walked over and immediately began softly stroking the pussy that was clean shaven but had a soft, black, curly triangle on the mons veneris. Laila stood up and placed her hands on my boxer's waistband and began lowering it even as she also lowered herself to the floor. She wasted no time taking my already hard cock into her mouth and sucking it passionately and sloppily, getting saliva all over her face and down her chin and neck.
I slipped down to join her on the floor, sitting with my back leaned to the bed. She positioned herself on knees and elbows to continue sucking my cock. I looked along her back to her stuck out ass. Her ass was big, round and high, inherited from the black side of the family, and she had thick flaring hips that led to nicely rounded thighs. I found myself wishing then that by the time the crisis was over, her husband would have found himself another woman wherever he was, and leave all that sweet meat for me to pound regularly.
She crawled forward and after I lowered my legs she straddled me and sat on my lap, letting the big hard dick slide all the way up into her luscious pussy. She wrapped her arms around my neck, her breasts pressing into my chest as she rode me hard in that sitting position. When she wasn't bouncing up and down and grunting, she was rolling her hips and grinding hard, or making quick little back and forth jerks. When she came it was with a long, deep moan that she quickly stifled. She leaned forward, resting her head on my shoulders.
I got up, lifting her with me. She made herself light and maneuverable by clinging to my neck and wrapping her legs around my waist. I stood on the floor with my sweet sister in my arms, her huge fluffy batty cheeks in my hand. Like that I jerked my hips upward, sending cock up and down her pink velvety chute. We walked around the room as I hammered her. I braced her to a wall and continued pummeling the pussy, she mewing and hissing throughout it. When I finally placed her on the bed she brought her legs all the way back past her ears. I pulled out of her briefly to get a good look at her woman part in that gymnast position. It was a beautiful sight.
I re-entered her and continued pounding away furiously, delighted by the clapping sound my lower belly was making against her upturned ass and raised pussy. She offered up her breasts to me and I fed gluttonously, only stopping when I realized I was on the verge of coming. As I began shooting, she quickly lowered her legs and wrapped them around the backs of mine while I emptied into her.
She lay flat out on me, resting her head on my chest, her hands playing with my wild frizzy afro, which was nappier than hers. As we spoke in whispers she was moving her body on mine in a soft undulating manner, hardening me again. She slid downward and started licking the underbelly of my cock with long strokes of a surprisingly long and expert tongue. She sucked in my balls, rolling them together and individually inside her wide mouth. She then stiffened her tongue and probed the spot between my balls and anus, before going full Monty and sticking her long tongue up my butt hole, and then briefly, her finger, driving me crazy from the novel, titillating experience.
She threw her legs off the bed and reached to her bedside book cupboard and from the top of it picked up a little jar.
"I want you to do something for me,"
"What?" I asked hesitantly, remembering her tongue in my ass.
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