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Mom’s Kids II


My name is Samantha. Sam for short. I'm 37 years old. I'm 5'4" tall and about 100 lbs. I have short blonde hair and brown eyes. I get a lot of exercise so I think I‘m in pretty good shape. I think that I’m kinda plain looking but my son told me last year, at Easter, that I was the pretties Mom in church. I was flattered. Then he added, “Except for Mrs. Turner.” Mrs. Turner was a 22-year-old trophy wife. And secretly…I agreed with my son; the girl was gorgeous. I'm married and have two children. A 15-year-old daughter, and my 17-year-old son Johnny.

I have a somewhat of a dilemma. Yesterday I came home from work a little early and went upstairs to my daughter's room to speak to her. I froze at her doorway. She was blowing her brother!
I couldn’t believe it. And as if that wasn't enough...She was laying there on her bed in a slutty outfit she'd taken from the depths of my closet and she was masturbating. She had one hand around her brother's penis and the other between her legs. Like I said; I just froze there with my eyes glued to the two of them. When I realized where I was and what I was doing {Standing right in the door way... gawking} I slowly stepped back out into the hall, slipped behind the wall and peeked around the door jam. I just watched what my children were doing.

You might ask me why I didn’t bust right in there and put a stop to it. Or, at least…at the very least…Just walk away. I have no answer. I don’t know. I could blame it on shock but the truth is…I guess I really liked what I saw. Sex [For me] has always been something that was kept in the shadows. That’s not to say I didn’t think about it a lot. But what I saw my children doing, I mean the way they…were doing it, so enthralled…so full of...Well, lust…it took my breath away. I have only dreamed of such passion. I suppose…I was jealous.

I have to admit, the first thing that I really truly focused on (After the initial shock of seeing my children in the midst of such an act had worn off a little) was my son’s penis; the size of it actually. It was really big: Cathy barely got her fingers half way around it. And from what I could see, she was having a hard time getting it in her mouth.

She was talking to her brother while she did what she was doing... ...but it was a low garbled whisper, so I couldn't really hear what she was saying. I really didn't need to hear it though. It looked like she was totally immersed in what she was doing by the way she was squirming around on her bed while she thrust her fingers into her little coochie. And it certainly looked as though Johnny didn’t have any complaints. As a mater-of-fact, he looked like I felt.... Captivated. The fact that neither of them noticed me opening the door and standing there was a fine testament to how engrossed they were.

I knew what to do, I have morals…but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I couldn’t bring myself to put a stop to it. I mean... ...what do I say? “Hey Cat, leaver your brothers dick alone...“Hey John, you stop that right now before you ejaculate on your sister...” Besides... …I guess the truth of it really was… ...I wanted to watch.

I wasn't there long but I was there long enough to see both my children reach what I thought was a pretty powerful climax. Cathy especially, seemed to really…enjoy…the whole thing. And I think that’s quite an understatement. The pure pleasure, the absolute bliss she seemed to be giving herself…and her brother…as I watched her thrash around on her bed and try so hard to fill her mouth with her brother’s dick…was a lust I’d only read about in the books I hide from their father. I’d never imagined that a young girl of her age…a young girl of any age… possessed such a raw sexuality. It was quite overwhelming . Quite arousing to put it mildly. I felt something strange, something I’d have never expected…I should have been outraged, appalled, but I found I was more resentful and even……even envious to a point.


After watching them both cum, I was actually light headed. I wanted to stick my hand down my pants…I wanted to try and give myself the same kind of pleasure. My stomach dropped when I realized that I wanted to join them. I wanted to feel the way my daughter felt. I knew I had to get out of there. I turned around so fast that I hit my elbow on the wall as I tried to leave. I hurried down the hall, down the stairs as quickly and quietly as I could. I hurried into the kitchen, braced myself against the counter, and took deep breaths to try and get this feeling under some kind of control. When John walked in the kitchen, it was hard, but I was calm, seemingly under control. I noticed right away that the front of his pants had what I believed to be cum all over them. I felt my coochie twitch and begin to warm again. It was all I could do to keep quiet about what I’d seen.

I wanted to tell him that I saw his sister and I saw what she was doing to him and to herself. I wanted to tell him that I saw them…that I knew, but I was afraid to. He was my son. How could I admit that I’d seen what he and his sister were doing―Watched―And...I hadn’t stopped it. I could never tell him why or how it made me feel. I really wanted to say that I saw him cum in his sister’s mouth and all over her face, that I thought it was erotic...excieting. I wanted to tell him that I thought he had a big cock and that I wanted to do what his sister had done too, I wanted to try giving him …a blowjob. That’s what I WANTED to say. But I couldn’t. I‘d never say those words. I’d never talked dirty, not even to their father. I had never had sex like that with their father. And I certainly had never cum like that either, with that much passion; that much zeal.

Instead, as evenly and as casually as I could, I asked him what was up. Of course, he told me nothing. Inside, I was burning. I tried so very hard not to look at the mess on the front of his pants. Had I not just seen them, I would have still known something was up by the way Johnny was acting. He was more of a mess than I was. He told me he was going to go upstairs and finish his homework. I stood at the kitchen table and grabbed a banana out of the fruit bowl. I was just trying to act nonchalant…normal. I told him that he needed to change his pants, that he’d spilled something on them. As I went to take a bite of that banana, as I brought it up to my mouth, my hand wrapped around it, my mouth opening…I realized the implications. I realized how suggestive the act was and without meaning to…I smiled. The thought actually made me giddy. I stood there with a little smile on my lips as I looked at the mess on the front of my son’s pants.

When Johnny left the kitchen for his room, I fell into a chair, stared at the banana, and thought about what my daughter had done to her brother. Had I been alone in the house I might have masturbated. But I could never do that with someone in the house. I squeezed my knees together, closed my eyes and took another bite of that banana. With my elbow on the table, my forehead resting on the heal of my hand, I shook my head and tried to get the pictures out of my head.

The very next day I had decided to head home a bit early again. I pulled into the driveway slowly and when I got out of the car, I shut the door quietly and snuck into the house. I didn't see anyone in the kitchen so I headed upstairs as quietly as I could; my heart pounding in my ears, a warmth starting to moisten my pussy. I walked past Cathy's room, no one there. I stopped at my son's room; I could hear something on the other side of the door. I put my ear against it and listened. I heard low moans and they were saying things that I couldn’t make out.

I took a chance... ...I turned the doorknob very slowly and pushed the door open just an inch or so to peek in. As the door opened, the moans and groans were easier to hear. They were on Johnny's bed; in the 69 position…Johnny on the bottom, under his sister, Cathy on top, her head rolling and bobbing in between her brother’s wide spread legs.

I swallowed hard, my eyes as big as quarters, my body trembling inside. I’d never felt like that before, inside, inside my body. I stopped breathing as I watched. My son's hands sliding along the curves of his sister’s body, his fingers stopping to dig and knead her nicely formed ass-cheeks each time they caressed them. His fingers slid along the crack of her ass as they left the small of her back. Cathy’s thighs and pussy muffled the sound of John’s excitement as he buried his face into her. I could barely hear the licking sounds and the moans of pleasure…but I did hear them. They echoed in my ears and each sound triggered a twitch of my pussy and a rolling in my stomach.

It was hard to tell who was moaning more. My daughter seemed to be enjoying it as much as my son. I watched, amazed, as she kissing him there, along the considerable length of his hardness; sucking, wet kisses. Each time she reached the tip of his visibly swollen cock…she took what she could of him inside her mouth. My view of this was incredibly detailed… and went uninterrupted.

My daughter's head was at the foot of the bed, the end of the bed closest to the door. There was no way that Johnny could see me peering in at them with his head buried between his sister’s legs but Cathy, if she were to just look up, there was a good chance that she might see me through the crack in the door as I watched her blowing her brother; a crack that had opened a few more inches now, so I could better see what they were doing to each other.

I don't know how long they were at it, but both were squirming around quite a bit on John’s small bed. The sounds of sex were getting louder and more urgent. My hand had somehow slipped between my legs and I was digging at my own crotch through the pants that I had on. I had the presence of mind to wish I’d worn a skirt today. My breathing too had become labored. I couldn’t seem to pull myself away from that door. I wanted so badly to be able to do what they were doing; be able to let go, to feel the excitement of lust…But I had been taught, programmed, to do just the opposite; to shut those feelings down…hold it in. And now…….now it was filling me and threatening to spill over.

Then I heard Johnny mumbling from between Cathy’s legs. "I'm gunna cum Cathy!!!” I heard him cry out, saw his fingers grab onto Cathy’s round ass and hold tight as he arched his back, lifting his sister into the air. “ I'm cummmmmmmming!!!"
Cathy slid her mouth off of her brother and urged him on, begged him. I felt the same desire inside me that her pleading seemed to convey as I clawed at my jeans .
"Come on.... ...Come on Johnny... …Do it." She begged as she pulled her brother’s orgasm out of his thick cock with long, quick, wet strokes of her hand.
“My god!” I thought. “She’s going make him cum!” Her and I both watched and waited. I should have left...At the very least, I should have ducked back a little more behind the doorway...considering that Cathy would surely see me if she wasn't so busy making her brother cum...But I wanted to watch him do it; watch her make him cum.

Let me say now, I’m not a very sexual person. I mean on the outside anyway. On the inside, I have a very active imagination and some pretty deep and explicit desires. I’m just too afraid to let them out, to let anyone know. No one knows the woman that I keep hidden inside and I found myself so turned on by the whole thing. I stood there with one hand over my mouth while the other hand unconsciously rubbed and pressed against the thick material of my pants. I was in immediate danger of bringing myself to orgasm. Worse yet…I was in danger of barging into the room and throwing my lips around the head of my son’s thick dick, letting him fill my mouth up, tasting, ready to swallow his cum.

I knew where all this was coming from. I knew that someday everything would boil over. That someday my deep desires would explode and the whole world would see me as I really am…what I really wanted to be…A whore.

My son wrapped his arms around his sister's waist and buried his face into her pussy again as she lay on top of him, stroking him, faster and faster, her mouth open a few inches above the bright red head of his cock…His really big cock. It was hard to tell if she was waiting to taste her brother’s cum or if she was just like me…in awe of what was about to happen.

I know my mouth had dropped open too. Nothing on my body moved. My hand stay frozen between my legs, my chest stopped heaving, there was no air to breathe. I watched cum shot out of Johnny's dick with what looked to me like an incredible force right into his sister’s waiting mouth. Her head jerked back, unprepared for such volume, such power, but her hand never slowed. She milked her brother’s dick with an enthusiasm, a passion, I had only dreamed about on those rare occasions I got to pleasure myself. We both watched as the next thick rope of cum shot up into the air... As she looked up...her eyes met mine.

Her eyes got big with surprise as I’m sure mine already were. We stared at each other, but to my amazement… she continued jerking her bother off as she stared at me. I flushed with the heat of lust, I became dizzy with the understanding that she knew. My daughter knew I was there…at the door…watching.

I can’t say what she was thinking. I'm not even sure what I was thinking. I just stood there staring back at her, unable...Maybe unwilling...to move. I felt a sudden weakness in the knees. I was just standing there seemingly unresponsive to the fact that my daughter had seen me. To my amazement, when I DID react, it wasn’t by-any-means the reaction that was expected by Cathy or myself. I felt my hand slide up to my aching breast.

I felt my nipples grow and harden into stones between my finger tips. My loins filled with a fiery wetness that threatened to burn right through my jeans onto my waiting fingers. There was a deep, deep overpowering need to do something. But I didn’t know what. I had never felt like this and the closest thing, a fraction of what I felt now, had happened such a long time ago. Almost too long ago to remember. There’s no way for me to convey the feelings.

If I said I’d never imagined something so taboo. . . . . .I’d be lying but never in a million years would have thought I’d be seeing something like this. Cathy continued to stroke my son's hard dick, looking at me the entire time, cum shooting into the air and falling where it may. John, his body stiff and arched, holding onto his sister as if to let go would be the end. We were both in a daze, a dream as we acknowledged one another, but neither lost track of the main event. I bit my lip when a stream of thick white cum splashed Cathy’s face, her lips, her open mouth. If flowed down the pretty curve of her face and dripped off her chin….Still, her hand moved up and down with the same seemingly mindless effort, like a musician plays an instrument while talking to the spellbound crowd of fans. She even licked her lips…as she watched me, simply unwilling to stop.

My posture, my body language and of course my hands touching myself no doubt told her that I was lost in what was happening. I suppose that’s why she didn’t stop. Maybe she thought I was enjoying it so much that she didn’t want to ruin it for me, I don’t know; I can’t say. But to my shock and wonder, Cathy smiled at me and then she leaned her head over my son’s hard dick and caught more of her brother's cum in her mouth. She kept looking at me and smiling the whole time. She licked her lips again, obviously enjoying the taste while she continued to stroke her brother’s big dick.

"Come on Johnny... ...cum!" she said a lot louder than before; no doubt for my benefit as we remained eye to eye. A soft moan caught in my throat. I watched Cathy lower her lips over her brothers spurting cock as she stroked him; our eyes still locked onto one another’s. I felt an overwhelming, unfamiliar, throbbing between my legs that actually scared me. I turned and ran down the hallway and down the steps.
At that point it was leave... ...or go into Johnny’s room and ask my daughter to share his cock…his cum. At that moment I wasn’t prepared to do that. Cathy had seen me, and for some reason, that didn’t seem so bad. But John…I don’t know why it would be any different with him…But it was. I couldn’t have him see me like this. There was no doubt that Cathy would tell her brother, tell him that I was there, what I was doing, and that I’d even liked it…..But I couldn’t have my son SEE me. I couldn’t have him think of me as…as…a demented mother, I guess. I also wasn’t prepared to stand there and cram my hand down my pants so I could finger myself to a much needed orgasm and I had been on the verge of doing that very thing befor I ran off.

I knew that Cathy had seen me and I knew what her reaction had been. She didn’t care that I was watching them. She seemed actually pleased with the unexpected turn of events. I thought I should get out of there while Johnny was too wrapped up in his orgasm to see me or hear me leave. It probably made little difference.

I ran down the steps and into the downstairs bathroom, shut and locked the door. I’m not sure why I chose the bathroom downstairs. Maybe because it’s the only place you’re expected to spend time alone in. And I wanted to be alone, needed it. I stared at the walls for a few seconds; each one in turn then the floor. My head was crowded. The images played again and again in my mind. My breathing was deep and went from labored to more of a panting.

I ripped my pants down with such force that I broke the zipper. My pussy was dripping wet. I knew what I wanted to do. My fingers where inside me before I even fell to the toilet seat. I knew instantly my fingers weren’t going to be enough. I grabbed the bottle of lotion off the vanity. It was round, slightly thinner around than a coke can, the top was dome-like and smooth. I spit on the top like a farmer spits out his chewing tobacco and tried to work that thing into my burning pussy as fast as I could. My pussy was so wet that it should have pretty much slid right in. But I was shaking...trembling...with such an urgency, that it took me a few tries before I managed to get it in. The thickness may have slowed me down a bit, but all and all, the feeling that drove me, the want and need that rippled through my whole body, made the task painfully easy. A few seconds of discomfort turned to a wave of pleasure, an uncontrollable lust; a lust that I simply couldn’t hold in any longer. And when I opened that cage, the beast leaped out and pounced.

There I was with my pants rolled up into a ball on the floor, my panties stuck around one ankle and my legs spread as wide as I could get them, working that relatively large bottle of shampoo in and out of my coochie. I watched as the entire bottle disappeared into my sopping pussy again and again and again.
I pictured Cathy sucking her bothers dick and looking at me while she did it. I saw her head bobbing up and down with her pretty full lips wrapped around Johnny's huge cock. I don’t know how she managed to get so much of his big cock in her small 15 year old mouth. In my head I heard her moaning around a mouth full of dick. I moved faster and faster with the shampoo bottle.

I moved my ass around, at first in relatively small circles but then quickly, bigger and bigger circles until I was in danger of falling off the toilet seat as I got closer and closer to cumming.
"Oh fuck!!! Oh my god!!! Ahhhhhh....fuck me.... ....come on… ....Fuck me hard Johnny!!!" I blurted out. My own words shocked me. It was as if someone else had screamed them as they echoed off the walls back to my ears. My head fell back and when I heard myself cry my son's name again, I let out a long loud moan and shoved the shampoo bottle deep into my pussy. My words caught me off guard but spurred me on none-the-less.
“Mmmmmmmmahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...”
When I imagined my son's long hard cock shooting his cum into my mouth... ...I swallowed, licked my lips, as my daughter had, and came hard. Very hard.

My own cum actually poured out from around the shampoo bottle that now filled my coochie. My head moved from side to side and I bit my lip so I wouldn't scream any more. My juices flowed...As if dumped from a glass...down the crack of my ass onto the toilet seat cover. The harder I pumped that pretend cock into my cunt, the more slippery fluid poured out from around it…and the more I had to grit my teeth and bite my lip.

Just when I thought it was over... ...it started again. I pushed that bottle deeper and harder as I came all over again. I'm not sure if I moaned or if I screamed, but tears were rolling down my face as I pushed that fake cock into my quivering cunt (or quim). My legs were shaking and my asshole began to pucker tight and release in quick spasms as my hips jerked involuntarily off the toilet seat. I had never felt anything like this before. Nothing! Ever! Ever! I could hear the lid on the back of the toilet rocking, hitting the wall with a bumping/clatter that I was sure could be heard through the entire house, but I continued. I didn’t seem to care. There was just nothing more important than my pussy at the moment in time. Nothing that was more crucial, essential, than the feeling I was generating between my legs. Talk about out of control.

Eventually, I was able to slow the pace. I had little choice, I was out of breath. I let the bottle slide out and then I pushed its entire length back into my pussy…I did it again, slowly, one last time and then let the bottle slide out of my pussy on its own. It made a sloppy sucking sound before it fell to the floor.
When my legs were done shaking, I closed my eyes and tried to catch my breath. My left nipple was tender where I had been rolling it between my fingers without even realizing. I could now see that both nipples were trying desperately to break through the fabric of my shirt. I just laid my head back on the toilet tank, shut my eyes…and tried to get a handle on the whole thing.

I couldn‘t believe the orgasm I’d had or the amount of thick, slippery liquid that had poured out. I think I could have filled that shampoo bottle. And from all things...Watching my children having sex and thinking about my son fucking me. The only thing I was SURE of, was that I was going to hell.
Thinking about having sex with Johnny made me…Well…I didn’t know people…I…could have such an orgasm. I looked at my hand. It was soaked with my cum. I let one hand move back down to my pussy. It felt like I sat in a bucket of hot K-Y jelly. I let my fingers run lightly over my clit. It was burning hot and felt the size of one of my nipples.
“Jesus…” I closed my eyes tight and sat there breathing through my mouth.

There was a knock at the bathroom door. I sucked in air and froze.
"Mom? Are you O.K.?"
It was Cathy.
"Ah, yeah Cat. Yeah I am. Yeah."
"Mom……can I come in?'
"Where's your brother Cat?"

I hoped he wasn’t there with her. Although I couldn’t think of a reason why she wouldn’t, I prayed that she hadn’t said anything to him about seeing me.
"He's in the shower Mom. Please, can I come in? I need to talk to you before he gets out!!!"
She sounded desperate. Her brother was in the shower. Maybe he’d stay in there long enough for me to beg Cathy not to say anything to him if she hadn’t already.

Kicking my underwear off of my foot, I went to pick my pants up. They were wet with my come and torn. I'm not sure if I could have stood up to put them on anyway. My head was light and the floor was wet and slippery.
“Cat... ...I’m gunna need a little time here-OK?”
“Come on Mom. Open the door. It’s OK. Really.”
And then in a whisper I heard my daughter say, “Mom... ...I heard you all the way out here...”
Oh dear God... ...What exactly did she hear I wondered.
I grabbed a towel off the rack and put it over me as best I could and leaned up to unlock the door. Cathy slipped in and quickly shut the door behind her.
"Are you O.K. Mom?"
She looked concerned, but the concern seemed to quickly turn to something a little lighter. A smirk and then a small smile shaped her lips.
“I guess it depends on what you think ‘OK’ is.” I told her as I looked at the floor. Cat’s smile grew. Even under these conditions it was hard not to notice how beautiful her smile was and how it lit up her whole face.
"I think I am Cat. But I’m. . . . I‘m not really sure yet."

My daughter let her eyes scamSCAN the bathroom. She saw the “Shiny” shampoo bottle laying on the floor next to my underwear. She saw my pants in a ball as well at the base of the toilet. She slowly reached down and removed the towel that I thought I so cleverly hid myself with. I tried to grab the towel but I was exhausted and the attempt was half-hearted at best.

There I was. Sitting on the toilet seat with my legs slightly open, naked from the waist down; my pants wet with cum and my panties, somewhere on the floor. What cum wasn't on my pants, was on the floor and shampoo bottle and if that wasn't enough, the sleeve on my blouse was wet from where I had just been massaging my wet clit. It looked like I had spilled a pitcher of Margaritas all over the place. Our eyes met:
"Please don‘t say anything to me about this yet."
We both half smiled.
"Did you tell your bother that I saw you two?"
I was still a little out of breath.
She shook her head "No".
I was extremely relieved to hear it.
"Well don't. Please don’t. I'm not quite sure what’s happening here, but I'd like some time to process it all without your bother looking at me like I'm some kind of freak.”
"You're not a freak Mom."
"Well what exactly would you call it Cathy? Look at me..." I trailed off and couldn’t make eye contact. I had never been more embarrassed. But I was too tired to care.
"Pretty cool actually."
She caught me off guard a little with that one.

Cathy took a long look at me and let her gaze move down to my wet pussy.
"Wow!" She whispered when she got a really good look at my bare coochie and how wet and matted the hair was that framed it.
I finally closed my legs, but the damage was done.
"I know...” I let a long breath out. “ ...Wow is right! I can't believe something like this happened..."
I stopped talking when I remembered who I was talking to. I blushed when I realized that for all practical purposes, I had just confessed to masturbating to my daughter. Masturbating after I witnessed my daughter make her brother cum.
"I just can't believe this." I shook my head slowly side to side as my voice faded. "I really don't know what came over me." I said shamefully.

I looked at the floor and the mess I’d made around my feet again. I could smell my own sex and knew that Cathy probably could as well. I kinda figured she no doubt knew what the moistness of sex smelled like.
"I've never done this before. Well…I've done THIS before..." I gestured towards my wet pussy with my hand. "...What I mean is, I've never done IT like THIS before.”
I was stumbling through my words, each one tangled with the one before it. I let my hands wave around aimlessly making little to no sense.
"What do you mean Mom, 'Like THIS before'?"
She was so sweet. She sounded honestly concerned. Oddly enough, I felt a kind of closeness to Cathy at that moment that I can’t really explain. As if we were…best friends…I guess would be the best way to explain it.

"My God Honey...” I started, then remembered again that Cathy was my 15-year-old daughter. “I shouldn’t be telling you this…”
“It’s OK Mom. What do you mean? Tell me.” She coaxed me on. She was easy to talk to. And it was a good thing because I needed someone to talk to. It would be her…or the people that would eventually help me into the big white van to take me to my new home. “Nice coat…” I pictured myself telling them, “…But why are the sleeves so long?”

I didn't know exactly what to say to my daughter or how to say it. But I’d watched her give her brother a blow-job while he ate her out. She’d watched me watching. I figured What the hell…
“...Look around Cat. Look at this place. . . . . .At me. . . . . .The mess I’ve made. I mean it’s never been so... ...so... ... powerful . I lost control Cat.” I shook my head slowly, not believing that I’d come home from work early to spy on my children and it had all come to THIS. “…It was so. . . So intense!" I told her in a low wondering tone.

I finally looked up at her, bewildered and ashamed.
"Cathy, I've never had this happen before.” I told her gesturing at the mess with fingers that were still wet and shiny from my orgasm.
“Never had what happen before Mom?”
“I’ve never. . .”
My daughter saw the trouble I was having.
"What...You mean ‘Cum’ before?”
“Well yeah, well no, I mean I have before. . .cum, I mean [Saying the word to her made my pussy pucker] . . .But not like this.” I tried to explain. “I’m not making any sense am I?”
“Just slow down and tell me Mom.”
She was so patient and sweet.

I started opening up, tired of holding everything in for so long. I wanted to talk…and Cat made it easy….or….easier, anyways.
“Imean...I've never acted like that before. EVER! …I lost it Cat. I couldn't have stopped doing it with that shampoo bottle...A shampoo bottle...Jesus...I couldn't have stopped if the whole town had opened the bathroom door and crowded in here to take a shit."
Cathy laughed a little then glanced down at the bottle on the floor.
"Cathy...when I came...” I shook my head slowly again not believing I was telling my daughter this.” ...I actually just kept cumming.”
Cathy's eye brows raised. "Really? Well that's…that’s great... ...isn't it?"
"I don't know Baby. I just don't know. What does that make me? I mean, I watch you…[I feel my face get hot. I hesitate for a second]…blowing your brother...[The words make me shiver]…and that’s the reaction I have… …Oh my God!"

I put my hand to my mouth. "... My response to that…was the greatest orgasm I've ever had. That doesn't seem right to me Baby. It just seems terribly wrong."
I wasn’t sure if I was just so happy to let that out…or sad that I’d never be able to take it back, but my eyes began to fill with tears.
"Mom, I know how you feel.”
“I can’t see how you can Sweetie.”
Cat moved in very close, knelt down a little and whispered,
“When I saw Johnny's thing for the first time the other day... ...I just…I couldn't help myself. I wanted to see more. I wanted to get close to it. I mean really close.”
She shook her head in little shakes and smiled. “Really close.”
“Heck, I all but forced him to jerk-off for me. He didn't want to but I kept pushing it. I kept asking him to and teasing him."
I noticed that Cathy kept stealing glances at my tits as she explained. My nipples seemed to still be quite hard and could easily be seen against my thin shirt.
"Mom... ...when I..."
Cathy bit her bottom lip and touched her own hardening nipple as if she were comparing them to mine.
"...when I was in Johnny’s room kneeling in front of him… …watching him jerking off…when I knew it was really going to happen... …He was gunna cum... …right before his dick touched my lips...” She looked down towards my pussy while she talked, but my legs were closed...most of the way. "...I couldn't help it. I wanted so bad to taste it and just put it in my mouth… {She took a long breath} and before I really knew what I was doing…I did it. Before that moment... ...I had never done anything like that. To anyone!" She stressed.

Then, just when I’d thought there was no more shock to be had, nothing left to amaze me, that the fog of disbelief was finally being burned away by a late but accepting sun…Cathy did something that showed me how wrong I was… She reached out and ran her finger tip, just one fingertip over the fabric that held back the swollen nipple of my left breast. I sucked in a quick breath and stared at her finger as it touched me and ran tiny circles over the hard nub that she’d found.

A hundred thoughts and feelings filled my head at the same time. I put my hand over hers…to stop her...And then froze, inadvertently holding her small hand on the roundness of my sensitive tit as I felt her other hand come to rest on my bare thigh.
“Mom... ...Just like you. . . . . .I lost it. I just couldn’t stop, I had to do it. I wanted to see what it was like to have it in my mouth. Mom…I couldn't stop myself. I wasn’t really sure what to do, but when his thing was right there…up by my face...my mouth...and I felt my fingers go around it...”
I felt her fingers moving under my hand...teasing my nipple. “...Mom...my whole body began to shake. I couldn’t help it either."

I felt an odd kinship with Cathy that went far past a mother/daughter thing. I slowly, as if I were dreaming, took my hand away from my daughters, essentially, allowing her to touch me. Cathy rolled my entire tit with her hand squeezing it softly and I watched…I simply sat there and watched…as she locked eyes with mine, slowly bent down and softly rubbed her lips over my taut nipple through my shirt...I just watched. My head fell back and my legs automatically fell open. Once again, my reaction confused me. I tumbled down from my moral high ground only to find myself enjoying my daughter’s touch. She mover her face near mine. At first I thought she was going to kiss me. I think I would have let her too, would have kissed her back, but in stead, leaned in close to me and whispered, "I just couldn‘t stop... ...ya know what I mean?"
I shook my head slowly and heard myself whisper, with dreamy eyes half shut and a new fire that was beginning to burn, I told her yes.
I saw Cathy looking down at my wet pussy and then back up into my eyes again.
"Once I saw Johnny‘s dick..." ...She let her fingertips slide along my thigh and brush through my wet sticky pubic hair to surround my swollen clit... "...I couldn't stop. I just wanted to touch it…see what it would feel like. That‘s all Mom... ... I just wanted to touch it with my hands... ... at first."
Her words echoed the same new-found lust that had started as a tiny pebble rolling around in my stomach and had soon, and with little warning, become a run-away boulder down a steepX mountainside.

As Cathy confessed her weakness of will, she let her fingertips move slowly down the length of my slippery pussy lips. They were still wet and very responsive. My hips jerked a little, surprised by the feeling. I was surprised, but did no more to stop her now, than I did when I’d watched her sucking her brother’s cock...His big thick cock.

"You made him cum..." I whispered out loud to no one, a memory becoming crystal clear in my mind’s eye, I let my head fall back and my eyes close again.
I felt my daughter’s warm fingers gliding along the moist folds of my pussy. When she made her way back up to my clit, my heart skipped a beat. I felt the winds of lust beating against the door, bleeding through the cracks in my morality, carrying with it the thought that Johnny was right upstairs.

“No Cathy...” I tried to sound stern but fell way short of the mark. I barely heard the words myself.
She put her lips to my ear and whispered more, "Johnny's cock felt so hot against my lips.” She cooed, “I had to open my mouth.” I heard her say, her hot breath against my ear, “I sucked it Mom…” Cathy told me as if she had no choice. “I want to suck it again " She softly confessed in my ear.

Her words and the way she said them were like some kind of magic potion. I moved my hips into Cathy's hand. Then she slid her fingers deep into my pussy.
“We shouldn’t Baby...” I moaned so softly, as she whispered in my ear.
"I’d never tasted cum before” She whispered. “I liked it” she told me, each word dripping with a delightful bliss.
“It tasted sooooo goooood Mom. I just wanted more of it."

Her thumb moved over my clit as she worked her fingers slowly in and out. We both moaned at the same time; evidently more comfortable with the sistuation.
"You should feel his cock, Mom?”
Her words made me think of Johnny upstairs in the shower.
“Would you like to?” She whispered.
I felt my tiny butt hole pucker. In my mind, I saw the water running down Johnny’s naked body.
“Would you like to. Would you like to touch it?” She asked me, her lips tickling my earlobe, her cheek against mine as she formed the words.

I was changing. From the first time I peeked into my daughter’s room, to the moment she touched me here in the bathroom…I’d been changing. To what extent, I didn’t know yet. But I knew I'd never be the same. Be it good or bad, only time would tell.

She mewed, “It was too big… you saw it."
"Yesssss" I answered as I remembered what his dick looked like in Cat’s small hands. My hips began to make tiny circles.
"It was so hard and wet. I couldn’t even get my fingers all the way around it Mom. Did you see that? Huh, did you see?"
"Yesssss..." I moaned, the change seizing more of me.
"Would you touch it, maybe put your lips on it and kiss it, if you could?”

Holy shit! The picture she was painting was so real in my head.
“Do you think you would want to suck it Mom?” Her fingers made a wet, sloshy sound as they worked my coochie. Her speed had picked up as well as the thrusts of my pelvis each time she pushed them in me.
“…If it was here right now... ...would you put it in your mouth... ...like I did???" Her whisper had turning into more of a plea; begging me to understand…As if me telling her that I would, would somehow make it OK. She sought some kind of validation, like my consent, my approval could be found in my confession.

I was letting myself be seduced by my daughter and it seemed to only turn me on more. I reached down between my legs. I wanted to feel my daughters hand as she gave me pleasure, made me feel so good. I think I wanted to make sure that what I was feeling was real. Make sure that all of this wasn't a dream...A crazy beautiful dream. I laid my hand on top of hers and pushed it harder to my pussy. I started to thrust my pussy up into our hands each time her thumb rolled over my swollen clit.

"Would you give Johnny a blow job, Mom? Tell me..."
I shook my head yes. "Yessssss Cathy, yesssss...I want to blow your brother...I want to suck his cock....." {The old me was gone. What remained was a woman that needed to cum badly} "....Ahhhhhhhhh... …Oh God yes… ...Faster Baby... ...faster!"
I started to push Cathy's hand into my pussy with some attitude now. My daughter slid her hand out from under mine. Without skipping a beat, I replaced her fingers with my own.
"Oh fuck..." I moaned. "Oooooooh, FUCK!!!"

I looked up at my daughter, saw that she was working her pants down and pushing her hand into her own crotch now. I helped her pull her pants down with my free hand, eager to share this feeling that was washing over me.
"I'm gunna cum Cat. Oh Christ... ...I'm gunna cum again Baby!"
Cathy found her own coochie and began to strumm her pussy. The thought that my own daughter was now playing with her pussy while she watched me do the same thing, brought me right to the edge.
"Oh fuck Cat!! Fuck!!! Ummmmmmmmmmm…"
The sloshing noises were loud, bouncing of the walls of the small bathroom. Moans and gasps for air began to drown out the wet slapping sounds as we dug at our pussies with an insistence that grew by the second.


"Oh fuck Cathy...” I gasped. “I want to… …to suck... ...to suck your brother’s dick!!!” The words spilled out of my mouth in spurts…the same way the hot juices spilled from between my legs.
“I want him to cum in my mouth.” I told her, one hand filled with hot wet pussy, the other with the roundness of my breast. “…so I can swallow it.” I confessed.
“ Oh my god yes!! I can’t believe this. I can’t believe this Cat!!!"
I planted my feet on the slippery floor and lifted my ass off the toilet seat. The back of my head pushed hard against the toilet tank lid as I pushed four fingers into my pussy. I stared at Cathy, watched her doing what I was doing; watched as she quietly brought a hurried passion to an absolute frenzy in a matter of seconds.
I fucked myself harder, dug deeper. I moved uncontrollably, slipping from one edge of the toilet seat to the other as if something alive had found its way into the darkness of my pussy. Cathy stood next to me, pants down past her knees, her back pressed hard against the wall, her fingers now fucking her as if they had a mind of their own. We stared into each other’s eyes; the thrill of watching and being watched, new and exhilarating.

I was cumming like before. Harder than before… I threw my head back.
"Oh my god!! Oh my god.......oh fuck Cathy. I can't stop!!!"I blurted out with a real concern as I struggled to stay on the toilet and ride the wave.
I sounded more like I was pleading for help rather than stating a fact. But Cat was in no position to help.

“I know, I know!” Cat gasped, propped against the wall beside me, her chin pressed hard into her chest, her brow furrowed and bottom lip securely trapped between her teeth.
Cathy closed her eyes. Her head went back against the wall hard, her legs bent at the knee and began to shake and quiver. She slowly slid down the wall to come to rest near my feet on the wet tile floor, her fingers still moving franticly between her legs never giving up the task. . She came with a long slow growl that sounded like an angry animal, coming from somewhere deep inside her.

My cum splashed around my fingers and sprayed my inner thighs. I tilted my head and craned my neck. I wanted to see. I wanted to make sure it was really happening. Squirting was new to me. I moaned through clenched teeth as my cunt quivered and throbbed as well. My asshole seized, puckered in and out as my pussy forced more and more of my wet sloppy juices around my fingers and down the crack of my ass.

As the dust settled, we both slowed our pace to a more gentle, soothing massage. Within a few minutes, when the monster had loosened its hold, and we could breathe again…we made eye contact once again.
Cathy got on her knees and steadied herself with one hand on the wall and the other on my knee.
"Mmmmmmmm…" I was lost in the moment for I don’t know how long.
"Baby... ...Baby..." I touched her hand. "We have to get cleaned up and get out of here Sweetie."

I had no idea how long all of this had taken. I was pretty concerned that we’d spent way too much time in there. Was Johnny still in the shower? Was Cathy’s father on his way home? I lay there while Cathy got up, pulled her pants up, and washed her hands. I gathered my wits. I picked up my wet pants and panties, and put them on. I went to zip them up forgetting I’d broken the zipper; I snapped the snap and let my blouse hang out. My head was still spinning and I was still surprisingly weak.

Cathy and I stood there for a few seconds and just looked at each other. I rolled my eyes and shook my head. It was kind of nice to know that we were so much alike. It was nice to let someone else know who I really am sometimes.
"Baby, this has to stay just between us, O.K.?"
Cathy smiled at me and agreed.
“Not even your brother.” I told her.
She smiled and I just started laughing. I didn't know what else to do. I felt like I was in high school. Cathy leaned close and kissed me on the cheek. She smiled again, took a deep breath and opened the bathroom door. She stuck her head out, looked around, and then hurried out. I waited a minute or so before I did the same.
"We'll talk about this some more later on tonight, OK Sweetie?"
Cat just smiled that beautiful smile and shook her head. "I can't wait" she whispered.
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2014-07-25 07:53:20
:O One of the best stories I've read. Good job sir

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2014-07-02 22:18:02
I masterbated twice hot it is i can say

Anonymous readerReport

2014-06-26 23:49:57
Soo hot I came twice

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2014-06-07 06:52:13
i came sooooooo much

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2014-04-18 17:57:08
what a hot fuckig mom she needs a ghangfuck

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