Chương 2798: OF MOTHERS AND SONS
It was noon by the time I arrived home. Sweat escaped my pores from the sun radiating through my exposed skin. After retrieving my suitcase from Jason's trunk, I closed it with my elbow, avoiding the hot metal. The three-hour drive from my tech school seemed to take forever, but I was grateful my classmate gave me a ride. I hadn't told anyone because I wanted to surprise Mom and Dad by showing up a week before my scheduled arrival.
"Later, Mike. Enjoy the summer and good luck finding employment," Jason called to me before driving off to his apartment. My spirits were high, having finished my studies. I was looking forward to spending some time at home for a few months. The driveway was empty; Dad wasn't home. He always parked his high-value Lexus outside the garage so everyone could be impressed with his prized possession. He usually arrived from work ten minutes before six.
Mom wasn't due to be home from her job at the library. Dad never allowed her to purchase a car, using the excuse that her work was only five miles away. I was surprised it never bothered her. She always said she preferred to walk part of the way and then jump on a bus for the rest of the commute. She stuck to her schedule to arrive home at five to prepare dinner for Dad. He insisted on the evening meal being ready at six every night.
Knowing I had five hours to kill, I slowly walked to the front entry and fished my keys out of my pocket. The deadbolt didn't slide, indicating an unlocked door. Adrenaline flowed through my body, my senses kicking into high alert. Slowly turning the knob, I silently opened the door to inspect for intruders. Nothing appeared out of place, but I could hear movement in the living room.
Quietly setting my bag on the floor, I stealthily crept to the inside arch to investigate the source of the sounds. I was confident I could take down one person, especially with the advantage of surprise, but two would be risky. Deciding to exit and call the police, I stopped when the voices became more distinct. There was only one person, a female - she was sobbing. Without further hesitation, I turned and stepped into the room. My mom, Megan, wept, sitting on the couch with her head cradled in her hands.
Not wanting to alarm her, I cleared my throat and called, "Mom? Are you okay?"
She stopped crying, lowered her hands, and focused her attention on me. teary-eyed, she said, "Mike? You're not supposed to be here until next week."
"I know, Mom. I finished early and wanted to surprise you. What's going on? Why aren't you at work?"
Taking a minute to compose herself, she rose and hugged me. "I'm sorry, Mike. That wasn't the way I wanted to greet you. Welcome home. I'm feeling better already. You always cheer me up." She paused long enough that our body heat elevated. She continued, "I took the week off to sort some things out."
Mom's soft breasts pressed into my chest while I held her tightly. She was the magnet that drew me home during my last two years of college. It was the primary reason I wanted to return when finals ended. She rested her head on my shoulder, smothering my face with her shoulder-length, brunette hair. She didn't release me as quickly as usual, and I loved every minute. When she finally pulled back, I looked into her reddened eyes and asked, "Okay, Mom. What's bothering you? I don't think those are tears of joy at seeing your son return home."
She laughed before her expression turned cheerful. She stuttered, "I'm confused, angry, and sad; all at once. You arrived at the perfect time. We've always been able to confide in each other."
She pulled back, looked around, and asked, "Where's your suitcase? Didn't you bring the rest of your belongings?"
"I left it at the door. I thought someone had broken into the house. Imagine my relief when I discovered the intruder was my grieving mother."
She smiled. Her eyes dried as her attitude improved. "Lock the door, stow your bag and meet me in my bedroom. I'll explain everything there."
When she turned and walked down the hall, I hesitated to admire the backs of her legs. Only her bare calves were on display because she wore her work uniform. The sexy swivel of her hips and exposed leg flesh held my attention.
After retrieving and storing my bag, I left to join her. Every time I entered their bedroom, I was amazed at its immense size. It was as massive as the living room. A few comfortable chairs, a makeup table, and three dressers filled the room. Large walk-in closets with louvered doors were on opposite walls, with the king-size bed in the middle.
I sat in a comfortable chair opposite her. After taking a deep breath, she stated, "I'm certain your father is cheating on me."
It didn't surprise me as I hadn't witnessed much love displayed between Mom and Dad for years. I'm sure he never asked for a divorce because he loved flaunting his beautiful possessions, like his car. Was she guessing, I wondered?
"Mom, are you sure? Do you have any evidence, or is it a perception of guilt?"
Her face flushed while she readied herself to talk intimately to her son. "I found a filled condom in the bathroom trash a few days ago."
Lost for words, I wasn't sure how to ask Mom whether it was from them. She solved my dilemma by asserting, "We haven't had sex for years."
Thankfully, I didn't have to elaborate. I argued, "Maybe Dad didn't want to stain the sheets when he relieved himself. It's a method men use to keep things clean."
It was Mom's turn to be uncomfortable when she explained in further detail. "The coating on the outside wasn't from the manufacturer; if you know what I mean."
Her description of pussy juice smeared on Dad's rubber added to the fact she smelled it, affected me; my face flushed. There was no way I could continue this conversation without embarrassing one or both of us. She detected my uneasiness while I fidgeted. She rose and swept the covers aside on the bed. "Come here, Mike. Tell me what you see."
The cum-stained sheet was something I couldn't dispute. Mom's eyes remained locked on mine. My facial expression disclosed that I also recognized the remnants of coitus.
Before I could comment, she continued, "The scent was the same as on the condom. Your father had sex on my side of our bed. I'm sure he did it on purpose and didn't care if I found out. He's that arrogant and full of himself."
I sensed Mom's anger and suspected it had been building for years. She had repressed her emotions and had finally arrived at her breaking point. She looked like she was going to cry again. I hugged her and rubbed her back. She held me tightly and whispered, "I found some short, crinkly hairs left behind too, and not the kind from a scalp."
She paused, and when I didn't say anything, she continued, "It wasn't the color of mine nor your father's, Mike."
Once again, I couldn't respond to her discovering another woman's pubic hair in her bed. While we silently held each other, a car pulled into the driveway. We both recognized the powerful engine noise of Dad's Lexus. Mom's body stiffened. She exclaimed, "He's bringing her here right now. I can't wait to catch them."
My mind raced as to the possible outcomes of this situation. Before Mom could leave to meet him, I pulled her back. "Mom, it'll be better if you don't. Maybe he forgot to take something to work, but if he does bring in a woman and you confront them, she'll leave. You won't have any proof of his infidelity."
Her mind digested what I said; her expression changed. She knew I was correct. She grabbed my hand and pulled me into her closet before closing the doors. The spaced slats were far enough apart to allow us to view their activity. I positioned myself behind her and peered over her shoulder.
Soon after, the sounds of their voices and footsteps increased when they moved toward us. Mom must have been holding her breath because she exhaled deeply when the couple appeared. Dad and my sister, Mary, casually strolled in. Mom was about to open the door, assuming it was an innocent meeting, but I recognized the look of lust on Dad's face. Gripping Mom's waist, I pulled her to me and whispered, "Wait, Mom. Let's see what they're doing."
Mom remained silent while we watched her daughter and husband.
They kissed and not in a father-daughter kind of way. After a few minutes of heavy smooching and petting, Dad hoarsely croaked, "Get to it, Pumpkin. I have a busy schedule this afternoon."
That was his pet name for my sister. She was nineteen, one year younger than me, and after high school, she decided to jump directly into the workforce. Her sexy looks and body enabled her to earn generous tips wherever she worked. Her interests focused on enjoying life rather than pursuing higher education. She kneeled on the floor to strip off Dad's pants and underwear. Once removed, she wrapped her hand around his hardening prick.
Mom's body stiffened while struggling to free herself from my arms to open the door. I pulled her tightly to me, preventing her from interrupting. Mom's body shook; tears would soon follow. Fearing her wailing could give away our presence, I turned her around and hugged her. I pulled her head into my shoulder to muffle any sobbing. She didn't struggle and pressed her face into my shirt. It quickly became damp from her tears.
Needing something else to muffle her sounds, I unbuttoned my shirt and slipped it off my free arm. Bunching up the cottony material, I shoved it under her face. She buried her head into my wadded-up shirt while her sinewy fingers gripped my bare sides. I massaged her scalp while my hand pulled her head to my body.
When my attention shifted to the bedroom activity, I watched Mary sucking Dad's cock. She cradled his balls with her hand while bobbing her face onto his stiff shaft. Dad's moans voiced his pleasure with her experienced mouth.
After several minutes of enjoying his daughter's blowjob, he pulled back and handed her a packaged condom. "That's a good little slut. Suit me up. I can't wait to stretch your tiny cunt."
"Okay, Daddy," she obediently replied.
Smiling sexily, she rolled on the non-lubed rubber before sliding his latex-encased cock into her mouth to wet it. She pulled off and crawled up on the bed. Since the closet was on the side of the bed, I couldn't see her pussy when he crawled up between her legs and flipped her skirt onto her chest. She must have come prepared as I didn't see him remove her panties.
Dad entered her and immediately slammed his pelvis into her groin. Her face didn't paint a picture of pleasure. Dad paid no attention while plowing into his daughter.
After a dozen strokes, Mary's breaths increased, and her expression transformed into passionate moans.
"Fuck me hard, Daddy. I love your prick."
Dad groaned and yelled, "Here it comes, Pumpkin. Your little twat is amazing. Fuck, it's tight!"
"No, Daddy. Not yet. Keep pumping."
He grunted when his hips flexed, filling the condom with his semen. My sister's face displayed her disappointment, but he didn't acknowledge her.
Mom heard their sounds of lust and gripped my sides harder, hearing her husband finish in her daughter.
Dad pulled out, unrolled the rubber, and disappeared into the adjoining bathroom. Mary was silent, and her frustrated expression made it clear she hadn't achieved a climax. She flipped her skirt down, and by the time she was off the bed, Dad had returned.
He didn't take time to kiss her, ordering, "It'll have to be later tomorrow, around two."
"Okay, Daddy. I'll meet you here, so you won't have to pick me up." Mary followed her father out of the house, and it wasn't long before the sound of his car signaled their departure.
Mom held onto my ribs after I pulled her off my shoulder. "They're gone, Mom. It's over."
With tear-filled eyes, she sobbed, "Why didn't you let me stop them? He had sex with my daughter. I should have protected her."
"Mom, it's clear it wasn't the first time. If you interrupted them, they would continue at another location. We must obtain concrete evidence before continuing with any action."
Mom released her fingers and agreed, "You're right. Let's go to the living room and talk."
Once Mom was on the couch, I retrieved a box of tissues from the kitchen. Sitting beside her, I dried the tears from her face. She smiled and took the wipe from my hand. She giggled as she looked at my shirt hanging off my shoulder. After removing it, she commented, "I've made a mess of your shirt. It needs washing anyway."
She brought the pits to her nose and confirmed, "Yep, it was due."
"Mom, I'm too old for you to smell my shirts."
She smiled and locked her eyes with mine. "Like you don't sniff my clothes?"
She couldn't have known I'd used her soiled panties to masturbate. I was always careful to return them. Thinking back on it, I might have kept a pair for a day or two. My face reddened; her grin widened, seeing my recollection of using her underwear.
Needing to escape the conversation, I replied, "I need to put on a fresh shirt. I'll be right back."
When I'd returned, Mom had recovered and was more cheerful than I thought possible after witnessing her husband and daughter fuck. My mind was filled with a plan of how to proceed.
"Mom, does Dad know you're off work this week?"
She quickly replied, "No. I didn't mention it."
"We'll need to set our stories straight so that Dad doesn't suspect anything. I'm going to stash my suitcase in the garden shed before going to the mall to wait until tonight. You'll have to go somewhere in case Dad comes home early. Return at your usual time and tell him you received an email from me about my late arrival tonight. I'll grab my bag and make my grand entrance at eight. He won't suspect I arrived earlier."
She digested my proposal and replied, "Sounds like a good plan. I need to go to the library and talk to my friend, Vera. She's an attorney and has done some divorce work. I'll return here at my normal time."
"You're hiring a librarian to represent you? Wouldn't a normal divorce attorney be better?"
"Nope. First off, I'm not hiring her. She's my friend and has offered to represent me whenever necessary. I have the utmost faith in her ability and can't think of anyone I'd rather use."
The confident look on Mom's face convinced me she knew what she was doing. I agreed, "If you're comfortable with her, she's the best choice. We need to tell Dad we won't be here tomorrow, so he won't change his plans. My story will be that I'm going on a hike with Jason and won't be back until after seven."
"Perfect, Mike. I'll make an excuse that I have to work on a project at the library until six, too late for me to prepare dinner."
"Okay, I'm off to the mall to waste the rest of the day." I rose to leave when Mom stopped me.
"Wait. I'll go with you. The library is on its way there. We'll ride the bus together."
After stowing my bag in the shed, we made our escape.
*****
I followed Mom while she led us to the back of the bus. Although there were open seats toward the front, she kept walking until we neared the rear doors. There were no unoccupied seats, so I grabbed an upper bar to hold while the driver continued his route. We swayed to and fro with the bumps. Mom couldn't or didn't want to reach up to stabilize herself. I wrapped my free arm around her and held her to me to keep her balance. She smiled and leaned into me.
After a few stops, a man my age sitting with an older woman offered, "Ma'am, you can take my seat. I don't mind standing."
I couldn't believe that some fool wanted to be chivalrous, while I relished the feel of Mom's body pressed to mine.
Mom quickly wrapped her arm around my waist and replied, "No, thanks. My stop isn't far. We'll be fine." A warm sensation swept through me while Mom clenched my side and held me close.
The man smugly smiled and said, "Understood."
I wondered what he meant when he said he understood. Did he assume we were married or a dating couple?' He acted like he had summed up our situation and knew our status. I wanted to burst his bubble and tell him it wasn't long ago that I was in a closet with my mother - watching my father fuck his daughter. Maybe that would have wiped off his smug look.
After another mile, we arrived at Mom's stop. When she released my waist, she kissed me on the cheek. "See you tonight, sweetie." The man and woman observed Mom's farewell performance. Did she put on a show for them?
After two more stops, the man jumped off. The mall was still miles away, but I didn't want to impose on the woman. The bus stopped again; she motioned to me, pleading, "Please, sit with me and keep me company."
She was an attractive, middle-aged woman with a personable smile. I didn't hesitate to take her up on her offer. Her hemline was a foot above her knees, allowing her toned legs to be on display. Not wanting to be caught gawking, I played with my phone and stole glances.
She broke the silence. "I'm sorry if my son appeared to be a little forward. He's always been a sweet gentleman and loves to assist the elderly and women."
"It was nice of him to offer. You did a splendid job of raising him."
Once the ice broke, we enjoyed a relaxed discussion. When my stop was next, I smiled and said, "Thanks for the conversation. It made the ride a lot more pleasurable."
"No problem. I enjoyed it too. I'm afraid my son is exactly like you. It's hard for him to have a lasting relationship."
I suddenly became uncomfortable and responded, "Oh?"
She smiled and whispered, "Yes, you two have problems dating because you're in love with your mothers."
My face reddened. The woman wasn't fooled and knew our relationship. Before I could rebuke her theory, she continued, "Don't worry, she harbors the same desires. I could see it in her eyes when she kissed you."
The bus rolled to a stop, and I was never happier to reach my destination. When I rose, the woman advised, "Don't push your mother. She'll let you know when it's time. Like I did with my son."
Her sexy smile made me jealous of her son. After I stepped off the bus, I looked at her through the window. She smiled and mouthed the words,"Good Luck."
My mind raced with indecent thoughts. What had only been fantasies of Mom and me together might be possible. Maybe incest wasn't as rare as I had always believed. Common sense returned when I thought about the woman telling me she saw it in Mom's look. She couldn't possibly have gleaned that much information from a glance. She had to be fooling with me. He probably wasn't even her son, most likely a guy she asked to sit by her before we boarded.
Dispatching the incident, I spent a long time eating and surfing on my phone in a restaurant. Once finished, I made a beeline to the camera store. I needed to acquire something to capture Dad and my sister in action the next day. A mini, motion-detecting camera for twenty dollars would fit the bill. The quality wasn't high, but it had a wide-angle lens that protruded out an inch, perfect for mounting on the closet door.
After wasting several more hours, I returned home as planned. After retrieving my suitcase, I opened the door and called, "Mom, Dad! I'm back."
Mom greeted me and hugged me. "So good to see you, Mike. Welcome home."
She smiled and nodded to indicate Dad's presence. He sat in the living room reading the paper while listening to the business channel. "Hi, Dad. Good to see you.""Hey, Son. Since you've finished school, how long before you get a job? I can't imagine you'll get much with your limited education."
It always irritated me when he called me 'son' instead of my name. I had always assumed it was because I had the same name as him. Everyone had to address him as Michael, so I never understood why he wouldn't call me Mike. I chalked it up to some kind of authoritative gesture.
I never hated Dad; there just wasn't any love. He never spent time with me growing up and hardly spoke to me other than assigning me various tasks. Before I could answer him, his attention drifted back to the paper and TV. It was his way of telling me our discussion had ended.
Mom broke up our uncomfortable situation when she said, "Take your bag to your room and get unpacked. Do you want a snack before you retire tonight?"
"No thanks, Mom. I'm tired and want to hit the sack early." Initiating our plan, I continued, "I'm going on a long hike tomorrow with Jason. I won't be back until late tomorrow night."
Mom picked up on my hint and moved in front of Dad, catching his attention. "Michael, I'm afraid I have to work late tomorrow. Mike and I both won't be here until late."
He wasn't nearly as disappointed as usual when he heard dinner wouldn't be ready for him. His plans to meet with his daughter were still on track. I'm sure that was his only concern. He replied, "Fine, I'll grab something at the club. I have a big meeting tomorrow in preparation for a business trip. I'll be gone for two days."
Standing behind Dad, I gave Mom a thumbs-up before leaving for my room. All she could do was return my grin so as not to reveal our plans.
Once in bed, my aching prick spewed out a load of cum, recalling when Mom pressed against me in the bus and closet.
*****
Dressed for a hike, I declined to eat breakfast. Mom handed me a sack lunch, reinforcing my story that I would be gone for the day.
I walked around the block and returned home; Dad's car was absent. Once inside, I called out to verify the house was empty.
It was warm, so I changed into my running shorts and a tank top to work on my project. To facilitate my task, I moved one of my chairs into Mom's closet so I could sit and work on her door. After drilling a one-inch hole for the lens, I found some brackets to mount the camera. Once finished, I stowed all the tools and returned to test it out. Several hours had already passed. Dad and my sister were due to arrive in less than an hour; I became nervous.
When I heard the front door lock click, I quickly hid in the closet and waited. Not long after, Mom called, "Mike, are you here?"
I yelled, "In your bedroom. Almost finished. Come here so I can show you what I've done."
I opened the door and showed her how to turn on the camera. "It'll capture video once it detects motion and will continue to record until it senses no movement for five minutes."
She examined the surveillance equipment and practiced turning it off and on. "Looks simple enough. So, we can turn it on and leave for the day, right?"
"That's the plan." No sooner did I click the 'on' button, when we heard the front door open. We quietly shuffled deep into the closet. Not knowing how long we would have to wait, I sat back in the chair. Mom followed suit and positioned herself on my lap, straddling my legs. Her skirt rose, resulting in our bare knees colliding with each other.
Mary entered the bedroom and threw the covers to the side. She sat on the edge; two minutes after that, Dad arrived. As soon as he entered the bedroom, he quickly dropped his pants and shorts.
"Thanks for showing up early, Pumpkin. My meeting was pushed forward at the last minute. I'll be away for two days, so we'll hook up when I get back."
My sister slurped on his cock while he talked. Not having to deal with Mom's crying this time, I focused more on the action. It became clear that I had inherited my cock from his side of the family. We were close to the same length, although his girth looked slimmer. His head was noticeably undersized, although it was hard to compare as he's uncircumcised while I'm not. I've always been proud of my large, helmeted head, which was close to double his size.
Mom fidgeted, and I was afraid she would open the door. I wrapped my arms around her front and pulled her tightly. My hands gripped her ribs, dangerously close to the undersides of her bra. She squeezed my bare legs while shifting her weight. I sighed in relief; she was only changing to a more comfortable position.
Dad was hard and ready when he handed my sister a condom. She grinned sexily and purred, "Daddy, I've told you before there's no need to wear this. I'll give you a baby since Mom won't bear one for you."
"Not yet, Pumpkin. Let's finish and talk about it later."
Mom's ribs expanded while her hands clenched my thighs when she heard their conversation. I held on tight to keep her from bolting.
After Mary rolled the condom onto his pencil-shaped pecker, he motioned her to the bed. She pulled up her skirt as he crawled between her legs. Before he could enter her, Mary licked her fingers and shoved them down to her sex. I've seen porn stars do the same. She didn't wet the rubber this time and didn't want him going in dry. I've never understood why a man wouldn't properly prepare his partner before entry. His actions demonstrated he didn't care about her needs or her pain.
My sister's anguished look was the same as before. She was more than hot enough to have any guy. I wondered why she put up with Dad's insensitive attitude. After several strokes, he said, "We have to hurry today. Your brother is out hiking with one of his friends. I don't want to take the chance that he'll return unexpectantly."
Her attitude changed; her face turned lustful. She asked, "Mikey is back? For how long?"
I inwardly chuckled when I heard her call me Mikey. She called me that when we were small children. She wanted our names to start and end with the same letter. It was a silly kid thing, but it stuck with her. She was the only one that continued to call me that.
Dad replied, "He finished his studies and is leeching off us until he finds work."
Dad's face scrunched, shrieking, "Jesus, baby. Your stupid cunt just squeezed my cock. I'm not going to last long. Was it from mentioning your idiotic brother?"
"No, Daddy. It was from your big cock."
He grunted and replied, "That's my little whore. Worship your master."
I wondered how he made it so far in the business world. He couldn't even detect the condescending tone of his own daughter. I chalked it up to the fact he never paid much attention to us growing up. I recognized her slanted words immediately. My thoughts raced, "Why did she put up with his disrespectful language and actions? Is that how he treated Mom?" My hatred for the bastard increased while I witnessed how poorly he treated my sister.
Two more pumps, and he filled the rubber with his cum. Quickly pulling out, he dashed to the bathroom to dispose of the used condom. Mary was still in bed when he returned. "Go ahead and go back to work, Daddy. I'm going to rest here before I return to my apartment." Another lie; I was confident she didn't need to rest.
When Dad's car started, Mary's hands slid under her skirt and rubbed her horny pussy. Her outfit wobbled up and down while she worked herself to the climax her father couldn't provide.
Her blouse rose and fell with her rapid breathing. Her breasts had noticeably filled out in the last two years. Her panting and groaning increased while stroking herself. My sexy sister and Mom's body heat caused my prick to harden and rise. It was on course to collide with Mom's groin. "Mom, I need to lift you and shift around," I whispered.
When I snaked my hands under her ass, she assisted by pushing up on my legs. Once clear, I discreetly moved my cock to point straight up along my belly. After I lowered her, her fingers remained spread and pressed into my hairy thighs. Careful not to pull her back into my upright rod, my attention shifted to Mary.
Mary's lust-filled face glowed with the commencement of her orgasm. Her back arched while she cried, "Fuck me hard. Shove your cock in deep. Fuck me, Mikey!"
My cock jerked when I heard her call my name. I hoped Mom's attention was on the action and didn't hear her daughter. Mom shifted and moved backward against my stiff cock. I froze. Any movement would immediately alert her to my hard presence.
After Mary recovered from her climax, she didn't waste any time and left. When we heard the deadbolt slide back in place, we exited. I switched the camera off, and when I looked at Mom, I knew my face was as flushed as hers. Retrieving the storage card, I told Mom I'd join her in the living room.
After a wardrobe change to hide my growing problem more adequately, I transferred the video file to my desktop. Before meeting with Mom, I stopped at Mom's closet and re-inserted the blank card.
Mom stood waiting and held a paper bag. "Grab your lunch. We might as well make use of the meal I prepared for you. Let's walk to the park and enjoy the day."
We spent all day walking the grounds and enjoying our meal together. She was happier than I'd seen in a long time. She had moved beyond her failed relationship, learning how to thrive again. We staggered our return home so Dad wouldn't be suspicious. He was in his chair when I entered. He couldn't wait to ask, "Son, when are you moving out of our house? I didn't sign on to feed you your whole life. It's time for you to support yourself."
Mom answered before I could respond. "Michael, he's staying here until he finds work and can afford an apartment. He's welcome to remain as long as he needs."
Dad snorted and gave her a stern look. "Fine, grocery money comes out of your pay, not mine. You can put less into your retirement to make up for him leeching off us."
He turned his attention to the TV and wasn't aware of Mom's confident smirk. She knew her 401k wasn't going to suffer. His command of the ship was about to be usurped.
*****
Dad's roaring engine woke me up at eight AM. While I washed my face, I heard Mom's bedroom door close, followed by footsteps toward the dining room. I figured Mom must have taken advantage of his early departure and slept in late. Selecting a pair of pants, I quickly threw them on the bed when I realized Dad wouldn't be at breakfast.
Dad never allowed us to wear our robes or sweats for any meal. He claimed it was how white trash ate. On the days he was out of town on business trips, the rest of the family didn't adhere to his draconian dress code and wore more comfortable attire. Since I had only been home on weekends for the last two years, I had forgotten our routine. Throwing on my robe, I opened my door to meet Mom in the kitchen.
Mom wore a short, white robe I'd never seen before. The hemline rode several inches above her knees. My eyes immediately examined her exposed legs. "Good morning, Mom. I heard Dad leave. Did he skip his breakfast to get an early start?"
"No, I prepared it for him. He thought it would be inconvenient, but I was glad to get rid of him."
She must have dressed up in her work clothes, prepared him a meal, and changed into her robe after he left. I wondered if it was for my benefit. In any case, her robe was one I had never seen before.
I quickly dismissed my assumptions, as I was also wearing a robe. It's casual wear and had been our routine during Dad's absence. My elated mood dwindled.
She broke my train of thought. "Your father's away on business for two days. Sit, and I'll serve you breakfast."'
My attention was fixated on Mom's shapely figure while she scrambled a half dozen eggs. Walking partway to work daily had kept her long legs in perfect shape. She turned and smugly smiled every few minutes. It was evident she was amused at my apparent appreciation of her assets.
When she placed our full plates on the table and sat, my attention went directly to the gap in her robe. The upper part of her robe split apart, revealing her smooth neck and upper chest. The upper swells of her breasts peeked out, causing my attention to focus squarely on her display.
Mom broke me out of my trance. "Mike, eat your food before it gets cold. What's with you this morning? You look like you've seen a ghost."
Shifting my gaze to her beautiful face, I replied, "It's your cheerful attitude. You haven't looked this happy for a long time."
"Maybe it's the present company," she giggled. "You know how to brighten my day. It's so nice having you back again."
My smile matched Mom's beaming grin. After several minutes of wolfing down my delicious meal, I asked, "Mom, are you proceeding with the divorce?"
"Yes. That could be another reason I'm happy. It's been a long time coming. You're partially to blame."
"Blame? Me?" I was intrigued as to how I was involved.
"When we spent the day at the park yesterday, I felt better than I had in a long time. I didn't realize how much I missed going out and enjoying the pleasures of life. It was great being with a kind gentleman rather than someone who constantly belittles me. It took you five bites to finish your sandwich," she smirked. The tops of her breasts jiggled when she giggled.
"You counted? That's a little weird, Mom."
"Maybe, a little. It was fun watching you eat. You enjoy life the way I used to."
"In all fairness, it was a good ham sandwich. So, in reality, you created your own happiness."
We laughed and chowed down, glancing at each other through the meal. Mom rose and took our dishes to the dishwasher, allowing me to admire her graceful movements.
Remembering her conversation with Dad last evening, I confided, "Mom, thanks for allowing me to stay here until I find a job and a place to live. Dad is hell-bent on evicting me."
"He doesn't like that he has to worry about you being here when he brings home women. You can stay as long as needed, even after you're employed. It'll allow you to save money and get a better place. Hopefully, I'll still have the house when it's over. If not, we'll live elsewhere."
"I can't see him wanting to keep it. He's always talking about this neighborhood being too low-class for him. He'll want to upgrade. I can't figure out why he hasn't already left. It's obvious he doesn't appreciate you."
"I know exactly why," she frowned. "Michael's superiors at work are a bunch of lechers. They always insist I accompany him to their parties so they can sneak a grope or gawk at me. He uses me as his pass into upper management. He calls it networking."
Saddened by hearing Mom's awful treatment, I attempted to console her. "I'm so sorry, Mom. I didn't realize he treated you with such disrespect. You deserve better. At least you won't be burdened with the usual dilemma of deciding which parent gets custody. I can help you with the bills when I'm employed."
She smiled widely, knowing I would support her through anything. "Have you narrowed your job search? What kind of a commute are you looking at?" she asked, tentatively as if she was afraid of my answer.
"Three places have shown interest and offered me a position, contingent on the interviews. I need to weigh the pros and cons before I arrange a meeting. Today will be good to do some research. Thanks for breakfast," I said, rising to leave.
She stopped me and said, "Keep in mind that pay is not everything. Look at all the reviews from employees to get an idea of the strengths and weaknesses of the company. I love my job and wouldn't have made it through this relationship this far if it wasn't for the fulfilling work environment."
"Thanks, Mom. I might need your help in preparing for the interview. I'm not good at spontaneously responding when questioned."
"Of course. I've read extensively on how to prepare for an interview. We'll start today. I'll clean the house while you work. Let's go to the mall for lunch later. Are three hours from now enough time?"
"Sure." For the next several hours, I studied my notes on the three firms and researched reviews per Mom's suggestion. One of them held my interest the most; I concentrated my efforts on them. Their instructions required me to schedule my interview online. Less than ten minutes later, I had a meeting arranged for Monday. My nervousness increased with the date set.
Noting it was time to leave with Mom, I dressed and met up with her. She was waiting and sitting on the couch. When she stood, I had to do a double-take. Her floral sundress accented her cheerful face and displayed her sexy curves perfectly. I doubt that she had ever worn it for Dad.
We made our way to the bus, and after boarding, she led me to the rear again. I secretly hoped we'd see the same couple as before, so I could show off my hot mom, but they weren't there. It was too early for the lunch crowd, so we had no problem finding seats. Her skirt rose, revealing six inches of flesh above her knees. My eyes darted to her sexy wares.
During the commute, she relayed the various questions I would be asked and instructed me on what I should ask in return. Her knowledge of business interviews was extensive, and I felt better about my upcoming meeting.
Walking through the mall, she intertwined her arm with mine and pulled me close. She had done this when I was a child, but it was different now. The sides of her soft breasts bumped into me while we made our way to the restaurant.
When we passed a women's lingerie store, she paused and stared at a mannequin model in the window, draped in a baby-doll nightie. "Maybe a man will be interested in seeing me in one of those when it's over. I hope I didn't wait too long."
Visions formed of her wrapped in skimpy lingerie awakened my manhood. "It's never too late, Mom. You're beautiful. Any man would love to be with you."
She blushed and replied, "Well, aren't you the flatterer? I don't know. It looks a better fit for someone younger and perkier."
Hearing her comment, I glanced at the mannequin and noticed the hard tips pushing up the thin material. Knowing she was referring to her breasts, I couldn't immediately think of a fitting reply that wouldn't expose my inappropriate lust.
After an uncomfortable silence, she responded, "Your compliments don't have anything to do with your hunger, does it? In any case, lunch is on me."
During the meal, I asked, "How's Vera doing on the paperwork? When will she need the video?"
"She's doing an excellent job. Right now, we're working on protecting my vulnerable assets. She's digging into Michael's holdings, carefully avoiding alerting him." Her face turned serious, adding, "She won't be using the recording."
"Really? That's pretty incriminating evidence."
"Mary's my daughter, and I love her. What kind of mother would sacrifice her child for personal gain? I won't be the cause of harm to her, even if it means losing an advantage in the divorce." Her eyebrows rose when she asked, "Do you think I'm making a mistake?"
"Of course not, Mom. You're protecting your children. Hopefully, Vera can proceed without it. It's good seeing you taking control of your life and making great decisions again."
"I don't know what I thought when I agreed to record them. The shock of the situation swayed me to make an inappropriate decision. I'm back on track now. I know I'm headed in the right direction."
We didn't continue with the discussion and quickly left after finishing. On our way out of the mall, we passed by a men's clothing store when Mom stopped again. She asked, "Your clothes need an upgrade for your interview. Did they state a dress code?"
"They did. Since it's an entry-level position, it's business casual. I planned on wearing a suit and tie, just in case.``
"Nope," Mom sternly replied. The first rule in business is adhering to instructions. I know exactly how you should appear. Let's go."
She led me into the store and quickly picked out several sets of slacks and shirts. After each change, she turned me around and fidgeted with the length and size of the clothes. Her hands inadvertently touched my legs and chest while reviewing her selections, causing my prick to stir. Hopefully, she wouldn't notice my bulge appearing with her constant attention.
She finally approved and purchased her selection of clothes. On the way home, she grilled me with possible interview questions. It was after three before we made it through the front door.
"Hi, Mom," exclaimed Mary, catching us by surprise. Mom's poker-face expression displayed no hint of wrongdoing. My sister gave Mom a quick hug before wrapping her arms around me. "Welcome home, big brother. One of my friends told me you were in town, and I couldn't wait to see you again."
She'd heard alright. It was when Dad had his dick stuffed in her horny snatch. Mom was taken aback and didn't know how to react. She hadn't spoken to her daughter for months. Mom quickly composed herself, and her smile returned, masking her disappointment.
Mary's soft breasts pressed into me. She was braless; her body had filled out more than I remembered. Barely seen her for the last two years, I couldn't believe how sexy she had become. She pulled me tight and moved her chest around, showing off her prized melons.
Releasing me, she smiled and chirped, "How long are you back for?"
"I'm here for good. I'm working on securing employment and finding a place to live."
Her smile widened when she seductively suggested, "If you can't find a place, you're welcome to shack up with me. My couch is comfortable."
My shaft jerked, and my face reddened. Mary's flirting in front of Mom was a little disconcerting. One day without sex; she was hornier than ever. She needed to find a boyfriend.
We spent the next few hours catching up on what we'd been doing. It didn't take long to be as comfortable as before I left for school. After dinner, we retired to the living room to watch TV. With Dad and his rules absent, we wore our comfortable robes. Mom's was a different one from this morning. It covered more of her legs and had no gap. A feeling of exclusiveness swept through me, suspecting she reserved her revealing attire for my benefit.
Mary waited for me to sit on the couch before plopping beside me. Resting against me, she swooned, "It's like old times. I love feeling your warmth while we relax."
When she cuddled, her robe rose higher and revealed her long, firm legs. Fortunately, my loose material concealed my hardening cock. Mom's concerned gaze at her children added an air of awkwardness. What was going through her mind? At least she didn't display any resentment against my sister while we snuggled on the couch.
Before retiring for the night, each of them hugged me. Surprisingly, I discovered Mom was braless when she ground her meaty breasts into my chest.
After I was in bed, I reviewed today's events in my head. It didn't take long before I had plastered my stomach with a load of cum, reliving the encounters with my sexy mom and sister.
*****
Mary sat across from me at breakfast, and it was clear she inherited Mom's beautiful face. Neither required any makeup to improve their looks. Not far into the meal, she smirked and asked, "How many girlfriends do you have, Mikey? I bet they're knocking at your door, now that you're available."
Before I could answer, her foot stroked up and down the back of my hairy, lower leg. She mischievously smiled while caressing my bare skin. I huskily replied, "No girlfriends. I didn't have time to date in school and wanted to wait until I landed a job before pursuing a relationship."
Her foot rose and rubbed the underside of my exposed thigh. "Those poor girls, having to wait for a handsome, eligible man," she teased with pursed lips.
Mom took it all in, and when I fidgeted in my chair, I worried she was aware of my sister's foot play. Mary finally lowered her leg and asked, "What are you doing today? I have some free time and was thinking about hanging out here."
Mom quickly interjected, "Mike and I are touring the firms that interest him. We'll be out until late. I sent a note to your father saying we'd be out all day because he said he might come home early from his meeting. We can schedule something in a few days."
Mary's expression saddened, "Okay. Good luck on the job hunting."
After Mary left, I turned to Mom and asked, "I don't have anything set up with the companies. You messaged Dad?"
"No, I didn't. I said that so Mary would think we'd be gone all day. I also wanted to plant the idea that your father could arrive earlier than scheduled."
"Why? Do you have something else you want us to do?"
"Not us. You. I want Mary out of her relationship with your father. I don't want her harmed and will offer her something she desires more, which is you."
My face blushed. Did Mom want me to fuck my sister? "What exactly does that mean, Mom?"
"Simple. Your sister is sexually attracted to you, and it should be easy to transfer her affection to you. I don't want to know the details, but I want you to make love to her. Today."
There was nothing hidden in her answer. The idea of fucking my sister caused my prick to spring to life. I stuttered, "Mom, isn't sibling incest illegal and morally wrong, the same as they're doing? I'm not sure how we're improving anything. What if neither one of us wants to have an intimate relationship?"
Mom couldn't contain her laughter. "As far as incest goes, that ship has left the dock. Her incentive to leave him is you, and we need to take advantage of her desires. Regarding whether you two are agreeable, you can't be serious. She practically threw herself on you yesterday. Isn't that right, Mikey?"
As feared, she had heard Mary calling my name while masturbating the other day after Dad had left. Nothing evaded her. Before I could defend myself, she continued, "Remember, I was sitting in front of you in the closet. There was a noticeable reaction from you." She glanced at my crotch before locking eyes with me.
Her facial expression softened, but I knew she had made up her mind. I replied, "I'm lucky you briefed me on how to answer difficult questions in an uncomfortable situation. Let me take some time to consider your offer."
She turned and laughed, recalling her instructions. Fifteen minutes later, I had ironed out my plan. Mary was always a flirt, so I didn't think I could directly approach her. She might be repulsed by my actions and inform Dad, making things worse. Unknowingly, Dad would be involved in my plan. I created a fake email account, typed in a message, and fired it off to my sister.
Pumpkin,
I'm in a meeting and can't talk. Your mother gained access to my phone, so respond only to this hidden account. I have some free time today and will return to town for a few hours. I want to meet you at the house today at two. I miss you.
Dad
Would she be suspicious? Calling her Pumpkin should convince her it's Dad. She responded within ten minutes.
Daddy,
I'm not sure I want to continue our relationship. I have never been comfortable with it. I spent yesterday with Mom. It reminded me of how much I love her. Hurting her is the last thing I want to do. I want to end our affair.
Mary
Jesus H Christ! Just my luck. Mom gave me the green light to fuck my sister, and Mary suddenly grew a backbone. At least Mom would be happy to know her daughter is breaking free of Dad. What if my sister changes her mind, becomes horny, and crawls back to her father? My lower head took over the decision-making process. For Mom and my sister, I would have to fuck Mary. My fingers flew across the keyboard as I responded.
Pumpkin,
I wouldn't do anything to harm you. Whatever you decide will be how we progress. Let's meet and talk it over. I won't pressure you to do anything. Please allow me to discuss the issue in person.
Dad
She was faster this time, knowing she had Dad's attention.
Okay, Daddy. I'll see you at two.
Everything had progressed as planned. My confidence level had decreased with Mary's sudden display of morality and remorse. It wouldn't be easy to convince her to continue her incestuous affair.
Pumpkin,
For our final time, I want to play a game with you. I know I haven't paid attention to your needs, and I want to make amends. I've placed a blindfold and a set of headphones on my bed. Wear them so you'll be surprised when I enter. Follow my lead, and I promise you'll enjoy the outcome.
Dad
After I sent the note, I reread it and couldn't believe how creepy it sounded. Mary took longer to respond than expected; I feared she would cancel everything. Ding. Her message came through.
Alright, Daddy. It's so not like you. You've got me curious now. See you then.
Mary
Perfect. It was all set. The next step would be explaining to Mom her part in the plan.
With my incestuous rendezvous solidified with Mary, I wasn't sure how much information to divulge to Mom. She anxiously waited in the living room, and when I entered, her look indicated she wanted to hear that I was successful. I sat by her on the couch and laid out the process.
"Mom, it's all set. I'm disguising my appearance because I'm not sure she'll accept coupling with her brother. I'm not even certain I can persuade her to discontinue her current relationship with Dad." I hoped my nose wasn't growing while lying to my mother.
Mom contemplated what I said before answering, "We'll play it your way, but you needn't worry about her not switching her affections to you. Did you not see how your father makes love?"
Seeing my confused look, she continued, "I'll spell it out for you. When I was growing up, all of us young girls mistakenly believed that a woman must orgasm to conceive a child. I can personally verify it is not a requirement; otherwise, you and your sister wouldn't be alive today."
Recalling his feeble performance, it did seem that his quick shooting did seem problematic for achieving sexual satisfaction with his partners. I assumed it was because he was in a hurry to return to work, but it appeared he had a history of premature ejaculation.
My prick hardened upon hearing Mom confess that she hadn't achieved orgasms with Dad. Why did I feel a pang of excitement? Maybe it was the result of the perverted environment I was currently in, waiting to fuck my sister.
Since she opened the conversation, I was comfortable enough to ask, "Why did you marry him if you knew the sex was going to be so lackluster?"
She sighed and replied, "We were young. All boys lack stamina at first, and I believed he'd improve. I was pregnant with you when I figured out that wasn't the case. I reasoned that raising a family was better than a fulfilling sexual relationship, and there are other ways of achieving release."
I desperately wanted to ask her to go into details about how she satisfied herself, but from the look on her face, I could tell I shouldn't go there. Mary would show up soon; it was time to terminate our discussion.
"Mom, stay hidden in my bedroom. When I finish with Mary, I'll come to you and take your place. You'll go to the front door and slam it to make her think I left. Wait five minutes before you make your grand entrance."
We discussed several options available to her once I completed my incestuous encounter with my sibling. Neither of us knew how things would unfold. Before leaving, she said, "You'll do fine. Remember one thing when you're with a woman. Foreplay." Her words sent chills down my spine. She wanted assurance that Mary would achieve orgasm during our incestuous coupling.
Unsure of how to answer, I nodded affirmatively.
Once confident that I understood her, she dashed to my room, while I headed for Mary's. Searching her shelves, I found what I needed. It was one of her favorite CDs from an artist named Cabello. I never cared for the genre, but I knew she loved it.
Going to Mom's bedroom, I located her music player, inserted the disk, and hit the 'Play' button. I searched and located Mom's wireless headset, which I had given her the previous Christmas. I put it on to verify it worked. Mom had previously mentioned she used a sleeping mask, so I searched her night table and found one. Two silk ties in Dad's closet were perfect for my use. After placing the headphones and mask on the bed, I sequestered myself in Mom's closet and waited.
Mary arrived ten minutes early. I remained fully clothed in case she snooped around before the scheduled time. Spotting the items on the bed, my sister slid the sleeping mask on and lay on the bed. After she put on the headset, her smile widened, listening to her favorite tracks.
I waited until two o'clock, and when convinced she was distracted, I opened the closet door and stripped. The music prevented her from hearing anything, so I was confident she would think it was her father. Once nude, I approached her prone body, wrapped a tie around one of her wrists, and tied it to the headboard. Before she could react, I fastened her other hand.
When she objected, I placed my finger on her lips to silence her. She relaxed and anxiously awaited for her 'Dad' to please her. Moving to her feet, I slid off her shoes. I massaged her soles and toes while her head swooned to her favorite music. After several moans from her and being assured that she was calm, I moved my hands up her calves to massage her thin, sexy legs. She didn't protest when I caressed past her knees. Her short skirt rose, my hands exploring and stroking her upper legs.
Kissing her hot flesh, I made my way higher. She groaned when I neared her hidden treasure. Switching to her other leg, I traveled up until I pushed her skirt above her bare, shaven pussy. Unable to resist, I licked her mound while squeezing her luscious thighs. Her scent was strong, further arousing me.
Her attention shifted away from her music. She demanded, "Daddy, take off my headphones. I want to concentrate on what you're doing." I quickly removed the headset and tossed it to the side. Returning to her legs, I slid my hand under one knee and lifted her leg until her thigh was vertical. Holding her meaty leg as if I were eating a drumstick, I sucked and gnawed on her succulent flesh.
She groaned with pleasure and raised her other leg, spreading out to give me more access to her gaping crevice. Her slot glistened with her juices, finally receiving the foreplay she had always desired. After devouring her other thigh, I kissed her mound. My tongue traveled to her slit and teased her engorged labia. Her hips excitedly twitched while I swirled my tongue around her outer lips.
Her panting increased while croaking, "Daddy, you've never done this before. You are giving me a special treat today. Eat me!"
Gripping her firm buns, I lifted her pelvis for a better position. With my mouth planted squarely on her open gash, my tongue fucked her horny channel.
She groaned and pleaded, "Please untie me so I can pull your mouth tight against me. You're driving me insane."
Her arms twisted and turned in an attempt to free herself. Giving up, she resigned herself to relishing the pleasurable act. A continuous, loud moan signaled she was nearing her climax.
Her pelvis jerked when my tongue scraped across her exposed pearl. Sticking three fingers into her quivering quim, I rapidly poked into her depths while latching onto her swollen clit. She screamed in ecstasy and climaxed when I squeezed her pearl. I lapped up the sweet nectar flowing into my waiting mouth. When her hips ceased humping, I eased off.
Her chest rapidly heaved while recovering from her orgasm. Crawling up between her open legs, I unbuttoned her blouse and exposed her firm, perky breasts. Her light brown nipples were engorged from her orgasm and begged for attention.
My mouth latched onto one of them while my fingers toyed with her other stiff tip. She wasn't used to someone paying attention to her body. "Daddy, you're doing things you've never done before. I can't believe how you've changed and how much attention you're giving me. I love your sucking mouth."
Nursing on her sensitive breasts elevated her excitement. Moving my prick closer to its target, I ran my puffy tip through her soaked slot. Once my head was coated with her juices, I popped my flared helmet past her outer lips. She gasped and clamped onto my intruding rod, preventing me from proceeding.
"I don't know who you are, but you're not my daddy."
Damn, how did she know? It must have been my fat head. I remembered Dad's tiny tip, while mine is large and mushroom-shaped. I stopped my progression, unsure of how to proceed.
She barked. "I didn't say stop. Push it in. You've already given me more pleasure than my dad ever has. You deserve it all. Shove your cock up my pussy and make me cum again."
I gladly complied and thrust in further. My sister's leaking channel oiled my drill; my girth stretched and spread her velvety interior. Her groans intensified when I plunged deeper into her depths. Her walls tightly squeezed when I was halfway in, impeding my progress. I pulled out until my tip was barely trapped and immediately slid back in, separating her clasping cleft. After a half dozen short strokes, her body vibrated with a mini orgasm. She humped her hips to ensnare more of my snake.
She screamed when my balls hit her groin, my spongy head slamming against the back of her cavern. Her body uncontrollably thrashed while my ram pistoned in and out of her hungry snatch. Her tight, twisting pussy increased my excitement level. I feared I would explode before I could provide her with the release she desperately needed.
When I pulled my cock out of her snug slot, she cried, "No. Don't stop; I'm almost there. Please don't tease me. Fuck me hard!"
I wasn't about to leave without finishing her. Holding her upright knees, I pushed them to the sides of her breasts, bringing her pussy up in the air. Once in position, I rammed my cock to the bottom. Air rushed from her lungs when I filled her full of hard prick. I fucked her hard and fast. She rapidly gasped, struggling to recapture her breath. Her head rolled side-to-side while her hips humped to meet my powerful thrusts.
She arched her back in anticipation of her orgasm. Sensing mine approaching, I hoped she would release before I had to pull out. When she sensed my shaft and head expanding, she screamed, "Don't you dare pull out. I want to feel your hot cum spraying my insides. Fill me with your sperm!"
That was all it took. My balls jettisoned a thick stream of cum through my staff. I thrust as deep as I could and deposited a load of baby-batter in the innermost recess of my sister's clasping crevice. She contracted on my shaft, her orgasm overtaking her. Our bodies were in sync. She milked my spurting prick until my entire load of cum filled her hungry pussy.
Once my cock finished pulsing, I left it buried until it softened. A big glob of semen dripped onto Mary's mound when I pulled out my cum-coated cock. The realization I had filled my sister with sperm hit me. She had to be on the pill. Why else would she demand that I unload in her? My anxiety surged when I remembered Dad always used a rubber. Not wanting to take the time to think about it, I rose and dressed.
After lowering her legs, I moved her skirt back in place. Her smile displayed her gratification while I dressed her. Once I buttoned her blouse, I took one more look at her contented face. Before I could exit, she pleaded, "Would you please remove my mask? I'd like to see the father of my baby if I'm pregnant. Please?"
That was not good news. My sperm would already be seeking an egg. Sensing my nervousness, Mary whispered, "If you can't tell me who you are, will you at least meet with me again? I've never felt so much love. Give me a signal."
My cock was already responding to the thought of ravaging her body again. Pressing my mouth to hers, I ran my tongue along her full lips before pulling off.
"Thank you so much," she murmured. She was confident of a repeat performance.
Retreating, I dressed and quietly entered my bedroom, silently signaling Mom it was her turn. I left my door open a crack so I could hear her performance. She slammed the front door so Mary would think I'd left the house. After five minutes, the door shut again, and Mom yelled, "Anyone home? Hello?"
Mary responded, "Mom, I'm in your bedroom. Please help me."
Mom strolled down the hall before I heard her exclaim, "Oh my, what happened? I saw a man leave our house when I was approaching. I didn't recognize him, and he ran before I could confront him."
Mary replied, "I think he was a burglar. When he discovered me, he tied me up but wasn't here long enough to take anything. I screamed and scared him off. Please untie me."
After a few minutes, I heard Mom say, "Are you okay? Did he do anything to you?"
Mary replied, "No. He wasn't here long enough. Good thing you came home. I thought you were going to be out all day. Where's Mikey?"
"He's still doing tours," Mom explained. "I got bored and told him I'd meet him back here. We should call the police and file a report."
Mary quickly retorted, "No. Don't bother, Mom. He didn't take anything, and we don't have a description of him. It would be a lot of paperwork, and I just want to go home."
"Alright, dear. Let me know if you need anything."
Hearing them walk toward me, I gently closed my door. After Mary left, Mom returned and entered my room. I couldn't tell if her look was approving or scolding. She broke the awkward silence. "I don't have to ask if you were successful. My bedroom reeks of sex. How will we know if she's finished with your father?"
"I should hear something by evening. I'll send a note to make certain. There's something else I want to discuss. Mary was clean-shaven."
Mom blushed and sputtered, "I told you I didn't want any details."
"You need to hear this because of what you described the other day. You found a woman's pubic hair in bed. It couldn't have been from Mary."
Her facial expression was one of comprehension. "It means Michael is meeting someone else in our bedroom besides Mary."
Mom left to work in the kitchen, while I checked my email in case my interview had been canceled or postponed. Nothing from the firm; I checked my secret email account and found the Inbox empty. Not long after, Mom entered my room and motioned for me to vacate my computer chair.
For two hours, Mom put her research skills to good use. The information she acquired on the company I was going to interview was far more detailed than the brochures I received at the job fair. I was confident I could professionally present myself.
After our dinner and showers, I assumed my position on the couch. Mom strolled in wearing her short, white robe. My eyes alternated between her sexy, bare legs to the revealing gap displaying the tops of her breasts. When I noticed she wasn't moving, I glanced up to see her staring at me while I ogled her body. She smiled, walked over, and snuggled up next to me like Mary did the previous night. She folded her legs up, providing the same show as her daughter had done.
"Mary was right. It's nice and toasty here. I hope you don't mind. After all that's happened, I need some comfort."
"It's the least I can do, Mom. It relaxes me, too. I love being with you."
If it was a competition, Mom had won. Her legs were fuller, and my hands itched to caress them. I didn't watch much TV with my eyes locked on her luscious limbs.
An hour later, we retired to our rooms. Once in bed, I coated my stomach with blobs of cum from the visual aid of Mom's body. When recalling the torrid fuck session with my sister, my prick reawakened. It took another twenty minutes of punishment before I climaxed again.
Still excited about the day's activities, sleep evaded me, so I crawled out of bed. After gulping down a glass of water, I sat at my desk and fired up my desktop. I checked for messages, and one was from Mary on my other account.
Whoever you are,
I was serious when I told you I wanted to meet you again. I've never experienced so much pleasure. Please respond.
Mary
My heart fluttered when I read her note. There was no mention of the ramifications of our unsafe sex, only a plea to rendezvous again. Tomorrow was the start of the weekend, and I would be busy on Monday with my interview, so I wouldn't be able to see her again until Tuesday. Quickly composing my note, I dispatched it when complete.
Mary,
I also enjoyed our time together. You are a vibrant, sexy lady. My only problem is the fact you're having sex with your father. If you sever your physical relationship with him and remain abstinent until Tuesday, I'll do my best to satisfy both of our sexual desires.
An admirer of your beauty.
After successfully achieving my goals, I felt relief and was tired enough to attempt to sleep again. It didn't take long to fall into a deep slumber.
Looking out my window the following morning, I noticed Dad's car in the drive. He must have returned during the night. Dressing up in my new clothes, I ventured out to the kitchen. It was Saturday, and Dad was present, explaining why Mom dressed conservatively. She smiled when she saw me wearing my business casual attire. Dad didn't look up from his phone when I took my seat.
We ate in silence with the occasional secret smirk between Mom and myself. The weekend was uneventful, giving me ample time to prepare for my interview. Late Sunday evening, I received a message from Mary.
My secret admirer,
I sent a message to my father yesterday and told him it was over. We exchanged several more notes until he relinquished, but I'm afraid our entire relationship is in jeopardy now. He wasn't happy and demanded obedience until realizing our affair had actually terminated. It doesn't bother me because he was never a good father. My mom and brother are all I have now, and I love them both. See you on Tuesday.
Mary
Mission accomplished. After my interview on Monday, I'd be home before Dad and would be able to relay the good news to Mom. Monday morning breakfast was a repeat of the weekend, except Mom wore her work outfit. Her week off had finished; she was returning to work. Dad broke the silence with, "Have either of you heard from Mary?"
Did he suspect either of us had something to do with her dumping him? We had to be cautious not to alarm him and make him aware of Mom's intent to divorce him. Mom answered, "Not for a few months. Why?"
He looked at me questionably, and I replied, "Even longer. We haven't talked much since I started school."
His face turned sour when he ran into a dead end. He paused to formulate his response. "Mary's negative attitude towards her family is a symptom of her depravity. Distancing herself from us demonstrates how selfish and entitled she's become. I don't want any of us supporting her in any form. I want everyone to sever ties with her because she'll eventually harm our family. In short form, she's persona non grata."
Mom's smile acknowledged my apparent success. They left for work while I reviewed my notes one final time before departing for my interview.
Mom's assistance paid off. I answered every question and followed up with my own, impressing the suit behind the desk. When he concluded the interview, he asked me to remain until he returned. My nervousness increased the longer I waited.
When he entered the room, he handed me an employment form. Smiling, he said, "Sorry about that, but I wanted to get approval to present an offer to you. I want you to know that we're interested in hiring you but also realize you're probably looking elsewhere."
"Thank you. If you don't mind, I'll review it here and let you know immediately," I replied. Mom would have scolded me for accepting anything without thinking about it for a day. Knowing I wanted employment with this company, I intentionally broke her rule.
"By all means, take your time," he countered. He worked on his phone while I scanned the form.
The starting salary was in the right ballpark, and the benefits matched the numbers from my research. Mom's voice rang out again to never blatantly accept a tentative proposal. After considering my options, I countered and asked for immediate retirement-matching contributions, rather than kicking in after a year of employment.
He appeared to be relieved I didn't ask for more. He informed me he'd have to run it by his manager, but I should hear back in the next few days. I left and felt confident that my employment search had finished successfully.
Finding myself starved, I took the bus to the mall to grab a bite to eat. On my way out, I passed by the lingerie store, and the blue nightie caught my eye. The way Mom's eyes twinkled when she looked at it convinced me it would be the perfect gift to celebrate her divorce.
The only problem was I had no idea of her size or measurements. The floorplan was conveniently sectioned off with clothes racks ensuring privacy for their clients. Nervously stepping into the store, one of the store's attractive sales associates, Brooke, introduced herself. After a warm handshake and a sexy, wide smile, she asked for my name.
Brooke escorted me to her area and correctly perceived my nervousness. It was abundantly clear she was skillful at calming male customers. She asked about my interests and studies. The conversation eventually led to my job interview. She was attentive and knew exactly how to warm up a customer.
It didn't hurt that she was similar to Mom's age and was equally as attractive. Brooke's wide-set brown eyes, cute little nose, and full lips reminded me of Mom. My fingers itched to run through her tousled light brown hair. She could have been mistaken for Mom's sister if she'd had one.
I quickly relaxed and comfortably conversed with her. Confident we could proceed, she inquired, "Mike, how can I help you today? Please don't be shy to ask any questions about our products. I know it can be embarrassing to talk about intimate apparel with a woman but don't worry, we'll take it slow until you're satisfied with your purchase."
Feeling more at ease, I described what I wanted, and before I could finish, she stopped me and exclaimed, "That's my favorite nightie! Your girlfriend will love it, or is it for your wife?" she smirked and added, "You don't have to disclose any embarrassing information. Unbelievably, most of the married men who purchase our outfits confess it's for a girlfriend."
Sounding cringey at best, my thoughts drifted to Dad's adulterous affairs. My naivety showed as I wasn't aware frequent cheating was common. Were the more successful husbands less faithful or longer married ones? I made a mental note to research it at a later time.
Correctly interpreting my concerns, she continued, "By your expression, I can tell you're one of the good ones. You're respectful of your partner. Do you know your special lady's size?"
Panic set in as I contemplated how much information to divulge to Brooke. Not wanting to scare her off, I decided against disclosing the recipient was my mother. "To be truthful, we're not romantically involved. She's an older friend going through a divorce, and I overheard her confess that buying a new nightie would improve her depression. I might even send it to her anonymously to not embarrass either of us."
Brooke's smile widened, responding, "What a sweet gesture on your part. May I ask if you know her age?"
Guessing they were close to the same age, I rewarded Brooke for her personable attitude. After she watched me appraise her features, I paused a minute before I answered, "She's probably five years older than you. I'm fairly certain she's thirty-eight."
Brooke's expression brightened. "I can see why you're friends. You know how to compliment a lady. I'm close to her age. She'll be thrilled with this piece. Would you happen to have overheard her size?" she giggled, revealing her suspicions I hadn't received my information from eavesdropping.
She had me there. I didn't have a clue, shrugging my shoulders in response. Brooke held my arm and soothingly comforted me, saying, "It's perfectly okay not to know a woman's size. It's not something we like to give out. We can figure it out. Is she taller or shorter than me?"
When I didn't immediately respond, she walked up to face me. She was noticeably shorter than Mom. Placing her head against my chest, she softly directed, "Lower yourself until my head is in the same position as hers when she stands next to you. I'll hold on to you so you won't lose your balance."
She wrapped her arms around me and pressed her breasts into my stomach. When I descended, her covered mounds mashed against my torso. I stopped when the top of her head was level with my nose. The smell of sweet apples hit me from the scent of her silky hair.
"Brooke, this looks close."
She released her arms and pulled back. I'm not sure when she acquired the tape, but she quickly did a few measurements before glancing back at me. "Excellent, that gives me a good idea of her height. Next, we'll need to figure out her leg length."
Her face flushed from mauling her breasts against my body. Wanting to break the tension, I complimented her. "Apples work well with you."
Her puzzled face prompted me to continue, "Your hair scent. It smells good and induces a calming effect. It's a good choice for someone in your line of work and a perfect fit for your uplifting personality."
She beamed, "Nice of you to notice. I'm glad its effect worked."
Her blushing subsided, as she directed my hands to her waist. Moving closer, she instructed, "Move them higher until they're at the height of her waist."
Her blouse was tucked into her skirt, enabling my hands to slide up her taut material. I pressed my thumbs into her soft stomach and felt her breathing rate increase. Slowly creeping up, I stopped below her rib cage.
Squeezing tighter brought out a gasp of air as I said, "This is about right." Continuing to grip her sides, I added, "Her body is nearly as slender as yours."
She inhaled deeply and didn't attempt to escape my grasp. Would she scream if I shifted my hands and cupped her breasts? It was tempting, but I didn't want to create a scene, so I reluctantly released her. Once again, she whipped out her tape and took more measurements.
Stepping back, she turned to the side and asked, "How much leg would she like to show? Some women don't like to display too much if they're not their best feature."
Her skirt ended at her knees, and as my eyes scanned her lower body, I said, "Her legs are beautiful and one of her best attributes, after her great personality, of course. I'm sure she'd want them exposed."
Brooke grinned while she gripped her hem and pulled her skirt up a few inches, revealing more of her firm legs. "Is this enough?"
"Higher," I croaked.
Not hesitating, she revealed several more inches. I motioned with my hands to keep lifting. She stopped four inches below her crotch, her thickened thighs displayed.
I gave her a thumbs-up, and instead of releasing her skirt, she turned to face me so I could see both of her sexy legs. "Are you sure she'd want this much to show?"
It was my turn to blush as I nodded in approval. "It's the perfect length. Your legs are similar-looking to hers."
Brooke gushed, "That's quite a compliment since you admitted they were one of her best attributes."
After she lowered her skirt, she noted her findings and turned to the side again. She gripped the bottom of her blouse and tugged it down, causing her breasts to push out the material.
"One last thing is to calculate her breast size. Is she more endowed than me, and if so, how much?"
Her breasts might have been smaller, but not enough to mention. "They're the same."
Brooke smirked, "So, on the smaller side?"
"No, they're sized perfectly."
She blushed again, "Wow. I assumed young men preferred big-breasted women. You continue to surprise me, pleasantly, of course."
Before I could reply, she asked, "If you can remember the mannequin model, the tips provocatively pushed out the front. Will your friend be sans bra and desire the same look as the model?"
Mom might want to wear one, but my vision was of her bare tits pushing up the silky material. "She would prefer to look exactly like the model."
"Excellent," chirped Brooke. "I have everything I need. Wait here while I get someone to make the modifications."
Five minutes later, she returned. "It'll only take a few minutes. We have a lot of sizes for that particular piece as it's popular. Our seamstress is working on some minor adjustments."
"No problem. I appreciate how much you've done for me."
Brooke grinned and said, "The way you describe her, she'll be overjoyed. You stated earlier her personality was her best attribute. Can you clarify what you meant, Mike? What qualities do you look for in a woman?"
Taking a minute to conjure up everything I love about Mom, I responded, "There are several traits I admire. Compassion and caring are high on my list, along with a great sense of humor. Curiosity and a strong drive would also be important. It's hard to pinpoint one attribute, but I know a woman is compatible when I'm nervous but excited, comfortable, and extremely happy. It's how I feel now, talking with you."
"Eek," she yelped. "You are a different sort of man. You didn't list any physical characteristics of what you like. This friend of yours is one lucky lady."
Her eyes locked onto mine while her tongue sensuously moistened her dry lips. She croaked, "Whew, it's getting hot in here. Let's discuss some of the other things you're interested in." Her glistening lips were even more inviting than before.
Our conversation transitioned to a more personal and friendly style. Did Brooke open up more than she would with another customer? I hoped so. Would my strong attraction to her become evident and scare her? I hoped not.
I yearned to continue our talk, but her assistant arrived with the boxed nightie. Handing me the package, she turned and left without saying anything. Brooke moved to her register, printed out a bill, and presented it to me.
The amount totaled eighty dollars. The price seemed high, but I'd never bought women's lingerie before, so I had no idea. Fortunately, I had a couple of hundred dollar bills in my billfold. After handing her one of the big bills, she smiled and handed me back twenty.
Passing it back, I said, "Keep it, Brooke. You deserve the tip."
She moved close, tucked my gratuity into my palm, and wrapped her hand around mine. "You were my tip; I don't need this. You're starting your career, and I know how difficult it can be starting out. It was my pleasure to help you. Promise me when you purchase anything in the future or need to return the nightie, you'll ask for me."
"Definitely. I wouldn't trust anyone else." Lingering to admire her smiling face, I finally turned and left. My thoughts were on Brooke while heading home. Her subtle flirting heightened my lust for Mom, and the only relief available was Mary.
Back in my room, my mind drifted to my sister while I contemplated my next move. Since she wasn't seeing Dad, Mom would likely halt further liaisons. I thought about sending a note but decided to hold off for Mom to provide her input.Mom arrived and was anxious to hear about my interview. Her face was elated as I repeated every answer and my follow-up questions. When I related their offer and my counter-offer, she delightfully squealed. She hugged me tightly and said, "I'm so proud of you. You were perfect. It's no wonder they gave you an immediate offer. Let me know when they hire you so we can properly celebrate."
"Sure, Mom. I would've looked like a stooge without all the help you provided."
Pulling back, she said, "It was nothing. You have something else to be proud of, too. From your father's rant this morning, it's evident Mary broke it off. Thank you so much."
"It was tricky talking her into it. I promised her we'd meet again, but I can break it off since it looks like Dad has ended their relationship."
Mom's cute nose twitched from side to side while she digested my comment. Her expression turned to concern. "If you cancel, she might get depressed and lapse into another hurtful relationship. Maybe even with your father. We can't allow her to slip. Keep your commitment. When did you agree to connect up again?"
"Tomorrow. Mary doesn't know it's me, so it'll have to be in your bedroom again."
Her eye-roll displayed her dismay. "You can't keep meeting here. It's time for you to disclose your identity and hope for the best. If she enjoyed the sex, the incest part shouldn't bother her. I know what she's going through. She needs your help."
"What do you mean? What aren't you telling me?"
Mom hesitated and blushed before explaining, "She has a strong sex drive. I recognize it because I was in the same predicament at her age. She inherited my urges. I've had time to learn how to control them, but she's young, and her hormones are overruling her good judgment. Your job will be to satisfy those cravings until she learns better how to cope."
Unable to find an answer without talking about fucking my sister, my head nodded in agreement.
Mom hadn't finished spilling her pent-up frustrations. "Remember when Mary hinted I was the one denying your father sex? It's time you learned the truth. I faked orgasms with him for years until I was tired of it. When he confronted me, I admitted I had never achieved one. He was furious and said there was something wrong with me. We haven't had sex for over ten years. That is why I wanted Mary to split away from him. She deserves better."
My mind was stuck on the part where she hadn't had intercourse for a decade. Why did her abstinence excite me? Was it because I hoped I would be the one to help ease her frustration? Of course, it was.
She interrupted my thoughts when she ordered, "Go to your room and wait for dinner. I'm late and will have to hurry to have something prepared for your father's arrival."
Procuring Mom's approval to continue meeting Mary, I composed another note and sent it off.
Mary,
Friends of mine informed me your father has been speaking poorly of you, so I am confident you were telling the truth. Meet me in your parent's room tomorrow at two. I want you to be blindfolded again, but I won't tie you up. Promise you won't remove your mask because I'd like to wait for a special moment before I identify myself.
Loving you was cool, hot, and sweet.
Your Admirer
Dinner was quiet until Mom stated, "Michael, Mike did well at his interview today, and there's a good chance he'll receive an offer in a day or two."
Without looking away from his phone, he sneered, "The sooner, the better. He needs to move out. I'm tired of our ungrateful children and how you pander to them, Megan."
*****
After a good night's sleep, I woke up refreshed and eager for the day to progress. Wanting to start early, I dressed in my street clothes and made my way out for breakfast. It wasn't long before Dad asked, "Son, it looks like you're ready to go somewhere today. What's up?"
Mom's eyebrows rose at Dad's sudden interest in my activity. Was he planning another rendezvous this week since Mary was out of the picture? Unable to come up with anything better, I replied, "I'm going to Jason's to help him with his resume this week. I won't be home until late every night. We'll eat at his place, so don't save any food for me, Mom."
Dad snorted, "Good. He can feed you and save us some money."
Mom's face reeked of bewilderment. I could hear her thoughts, "'Aren't you supposed to be fucking your sister today?"
After they left, I checked my email and found an unread note from Mary.
Secret Admirer,
Some people might think the last line of your note was corny, but I didn't. It's sweet that you know my favorite songs and lyrics. I'm going to strip in my room and will be nude and ready for you at two. I'm getting wet thinking about our meeting.
Mary
Excitement flowed through me, anticipating our impending joining. I surfed for several hours, made myself a light snack, ate, and washed the dishes. Time went far too slow, and I regretted not scheduling it earlier. When our appointment neared, I placed the mask on Mom's bed and stripped off my clothes, tossing them in Mom's closet.
Not knowing whether Mary would be on time, I pulled a pair of Mom's panties out of her hamper. Her scent was strong; I sniffed the soiled crotch. Verifying the camera was ready, I sat in the chair and slowly stroked myself while inhaling Mom's sex.
Ten minutes before two, I heard the front door close. Mary's door opened soon after. Five minutes later, she entered the bedroom. True to her word, she was bare-ass naked. She slid the covers to one side, positioned herself, and slid the mask over her eyes. My erection throbbed in response to the first time I'd seen her fully unclothed. I patiently waited while I admired her luscious, youthful body.
I had my hand on the door handle when Dad's car pulled into the driveway. Damn, what horrible timing. I knew that if he found his daughter naked and waiting, he'd assume she had changed her mind. No options with a good outcome came to mind. After the front door clicked shut, I heard a woman's laugh. He was bringing someone home to fuck. I should have suspected it after the conversation at breakfast. It still surprised me he'd arranged another meeting so quickly.
Mary pulled up her mask when she heard the noises. Her frightened face searched for an escape plan. She couldn't run to her room without being seen. Her eyes drifted in my direction, and I could see her making a decision. She ran over, opened the closet, and ducked inside. It was dark; she couldn't see me. Turning around, she peered through the slats and inched her way in my direction. The backs of her legs neared my knees. I feared she would soon detect my presence.
Before Dad and his current victim entered, I gripped Mary's waist and pulled her towards me. My closed legs split hers apart, causing her soft ass cheeks to slam on top of my thighs. Before she could escape, I wrapped an arm around her and pulled her snugly to my body. My hand covered her mouth in time to muffle her shriek. Mom's panties wadded in my palm aided in silencing her. Hot air poured out of her nose when she struggled to rise. She ceased movement when my hard, upright staff slipped into her ass crack.
Her hand snaked between her legs, and before I knew her motive, she lifted her hips, reached to the back, and bent my rod to a horizontal position. Lowering herself, the top of my shaft lodged in her crevice, causing my large head to poke out between her thighs. Her hand wrapped around my flared helmet and twisted, causing me to groan. Her body relaxed while fondling the familiar cock.
When I was sure she wouldn't reveal our presence, I squeezed one of her breasts. My other hand remained on her soft, lower belly. She didn't spit out the panties, shifting her attention to stroking my staff.
Her hips began moving back and forth, sliding her slit across the top of my staff. Her puffy, wet outer labia coated my prick with her juices. Her chest heaved; her breathing became more strained. Lifting her pelvis, she held my pole upright. I shifted forward and aligned my spear directly below the mouth of her pussy.
She guided my tip through her tight lips and paused until her walls relaxed. She lowered several inches, rose, and descended, going further each time. Her channel secreted more lubricating oil, enabling her to glide down my entire length. When she was fully embedded, I looked over her shoulder to see Dad's manhood was already in a woman's mouth.
I immediately recognized her as Cleopatra. That wasn't her name. It was what everyone called her, because of her silky, black hair in a bob-style cut. There weren't any other Egyptian features to her. She more closely resembled a mix of French and American. It was tough to judge her age. If I had to guess, it would be thirty. Her name was Charlotte Wilson, and she was married to a minister of a prominent church.
Sensing Mary struggling to fuck me in this position, I gripped her breasts to lift and lower her onto my staff. Her muffled groans were low enough not to alarm Dad and his companion.
Once Charlotte rolled the rubber on Dad, he lay prone on the bed while Charlotte positioned herself on top of him. As Mary had done, Mrs. Wilson quickly wet her fingers and rubbed her slot before lowering herself. Her skirt covered their joined groins blocking my view.
I glanced at the camera and saw the dim red light flashing, indicating it was recording. While my sister rode me, Charlotte did the same to Dad. Mary reclined into me to change the angle of my strokes, resulting in her hair covering my face. Her vanilla scent excited me even further. Was it her hair or perfume? Its effect was erotic, and when she lowered, I humped my pelvis to bang my length into her pussy.
My sister's breathing increased, and I feared she would climax. Dad saved the day by quickly exploding. Mary's excited cunny jettisoned out copious amounts of juice, her heat scorching my intruding ram. Fortunately, Dad hastily cleaned up and escorted Charlotte out. The front door hadn't been closed for a minute before Mary spat out Mom's panties and screamed when she climaxed. I pulled her body up and down, fucking her through her release. A torrent of cum flowed down my shaft and soaked my pubic hair.
My sister relaxed while I stroked her stomach and legs. When her breathing normalized, I covered her eyes with the mask. I kicked the closet door open and lifted her spent body off my soaked prick. She groaned with the sudden absence of cock-meat. Holding her by her hips, I guided her to the bed. Once her knees hit the mattress, I pushed her back forward, keeping her ass elevated. She understood my motive and buried her head into the sheets.
My erection easily slid into her cum-filled slot; I buried my cock to the hilt. She gasped when I hit bottom. Holding her ass, I thrust hard and fast. She cried, "Fuck me hard. I love your beautiful prick. My orgasms have never been so intense. My pussy is yours from this moment on."
Fucking her steadily for the next ten minutes, we were both ready to climax. Reaching up, I squeezed her hanging tits. Twisting and pulling her nipples caused her to scream in pleasure. Her snatch involuntarily snapped with mini orgasms causing my balls to fill with sperm.
She screamed, "Oh God! You're fucking me so good. I don't care if you never tell me who you are. Fill me before my brother comes home."
It was the perfect timing for my identity reveal. With a hard shove to the bottom, I declared, "It's a little late to worry about your brother, baby Sister."
"Mikey!" Her pussy convulsed with her orgasm and squeezed my shaft tighter than I'd ever felt. My balls sent a load of cum out my tip and coated her walls. She climaxed again when she felt her cavity flood with her brother's sperm. My prick continued to spurt out blobs of baby-batter into her fertile channel. Her slot contracted on each stroke, milking my cock, ensuring she had captured my entire load.
Neither of us could talk, while we heavily panted through our incestuous fuck. Immediately after I pulled out of my sister's drenched trench, she rolled onto her back. She ripped off her mask, revealing her wide, sexy smile. She held her arms up, inviting me to hug her. Accepting her invitation, I melded with her warm, soft body.
Her flesh was hot and slick with sweat. The combination of being trapped in the confined closet along with our intense sex had given us a workout. Her full lips drew me in. I gently kissed her; her arms pulled me tighter. It was an intense bonding moment for brother and sister.
"Whose panties were in my mouth?" she asked.
"Mom's. I had to do something to entertain myself while I waited for you."
She laughed and chortled, "Sniffing your mother's soiled panties and fucking your sister. Could you be any more perverted?"
I giggled and replied, "Not much more, that's for sure. But I'm not complaining."
"I should have known," she smirked.
"What?"
"The fact that my brother was my secret admirer. Who else would know my email, favorite artist, and song? Only someone close to me would know Dad calls me Pumpkin. All those giveaways and your cock should have been the clincher. That and how well you made love to me, fulfilling my sexual needs."
"I was worried that the song would give it away, but many people know your email. You've never seen me nude, so I don't know where you're getting the rest of your assumptions."
She smugly replied, "Sarah."
Before I asked her how she knew my old acquaintance, she continued, "I was at a party a few months ago when I met her. She was drunk, whining and crying about how much she missed you. Without asking, she described every intimate detail of how well you fucked her. She said you were her best student."
Sarah was a volunteer adviser and wasn't a teacher, other than schooling young men on how to make love. She was Mom's age, prompting me to ask her out. Previous to her, I was like any horny teenage boy and fucked girls without paying attention to their needs. I'm sure many didn't experience an orgasm. Sarah changed my inadequate performance when she taught me how to treat and love a woman. I quickly learned there is no greater satisfaction than watching a woman scream in rapture while she climaxes. When convinced she had succeeded, Sarah broke it off and moved to another prospect. My fond memories were interrupted when Mary fidgeted beneath me.
"We had some fun. Sarah was a good eight on my scale," I toned it down for my sister's benefit.
"Only an eight? You're pretty stingy with your grading. She looked pretty hot to me."
"She was higher, but I grade on a curve. A ten is underneath me, causing her rating to slip lower."
Mary giggled, "What a considerate brother. Flattery will get you anything you want. When I was masked, I fantasized it was you fucking me. When I heard your voice today, my pussy exploded with pleasure. I was already close to an orgasm, but my body raced into overdrive when I knew my wish had come true."
We were silent for a few minutes before she looked at the closet door. "Did that camera record Dad and me? Does Mom know?"
"She had me set it up when she suspected Dad was cheating on her. She insisted on reviewing it until I told her it was you. She was hurt, but Mom rests the blame on Dad, not you."
Her face dampened, knowing Mom knew of their affair. "It would be well-deserved blame. It was a bad combination of being drunk, depressed, and horny. I stumbled here one day to talk to Mom, but Dad was the only person present to comfort me. Before I knew it, he had finished. He is a failure at lovemaking. He couldn't even suck my tits because he said it would excite him too much."
His actions reflected her explanation. I had wondered why he never bothered with prolonged foreplay before having sex with Mary and Charlotte. What surprised me most was Mom sticking with her marriage for so long. She had sacrificed herself for her children.
I hated to lie to Mary, but it would harm her even more if she knew how upset Mom was from their relationship. "I took it upon myself to pry you away from Dad. She was so happy when he raged against you the other morning. She knew it was over and could concentrate on moving on. She's going to divorce Dad."
Her face saddened when she relented, "I should've ended it much sooner. I'm glad she's leaving Dad. It should have happened long ago. And now you also have a video of him and Charlotte. With both videos, she should have a compelling case."
"She already stated she won't use your video. She doesn't want you harmed; she still loves you. We're family and need to band together to free her from him."
She quickly retorted, "I'm too ashamed to talk to Mom, but let her know I want her to use the video if it can help her case. Maybe something good can transpire from my bad judgment."
"We're going to make a good team. We can help our mother escape her situation," I said, comforting her.
Mary squirmed and rubbed her soft breasts against my skin. "I'll do whatever she says from now on. As I will with you," she sexily smirked.
I gently kissed her and replied, "Perfect. Dad doesn't expect me back until late tonight, so my first demand is for you to escort me to your apartment and fuck me until it's time to return."
She gleefully screeched and pushed me off. Rolling out of bed, she ran down the hall and yelled, "Hurry up, Mikey. We have a lot of catching up to do."
Her firm buns bounced and jiggled while she skipped to her room. I hardened at the thought of what was to come. True to her word, we made love several more times before taking showers and washing off our sex juices.
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